My nerdiness has been tested...

...and I have been declared:






Stasa blew me out of the water though. She's a Nerd Goddess!

I scored ultra-low on dorkiness (probably because I'm married and don't own a lightsaber).

Career Meme

My F/friend Stasa did this one and put the results on her blog. I went a couple of steops further than she did and did the "skills" set and put in level of education (university). It still came out, well, you can see. "Librarian is waaay down at #22) Oh, and with the "skills" results they were labeled "a" for the best and "b" for next best. I but the "A"s in bold. You'll notice that "Librarian" was *not* one of them...

1.
Child and Youth Worker

2.
High School Teacher

3.
Elementary School Teacher

4.
Early Childhood Educator

5.
Editor (not bad, since I was one for about 10 years)

6.
Computer Trainer (I do like training!)

7.
Clergy (Aha! Someone tell the Pope, well, I'm "unclergy" now...)

8.
(rated "C" so I ditched it--Market Research Analyst, if you must know)

9.
Critic (ooh, I'd like this. Tried to be a manga reviewer for Libray Journal and didn't get picked, rats)

10.
Music Teacher / Instructor

11.
Writer (Yess! I'll quit my day job)

12.
Disc Jockey (I wanna be the next Steve Post, only cheerful)

13.
Print Journalist (Hey, Dave...)

14.
Translator

15.
Corporate Trainer

16.
ESL Teacher

17.
Foreign Language Instructor

18.
Public Relations Specialist

19.
Communications Specialist

20.
Customer Service Representative

21.
Special Education Teacher

22.
Librarian (finally!)

23.
Professor (my next career, if I ever change careers again, will be Theology/Religious Studies professor)

Random comments and observations

I do not know how to use a corkscrew.

Yesterday while I was driving to a database workshop, WBJC (our classical station) was playing Finlandia by Sibelius (the most famous Finnish composer). A melody from this piece was used as the melody for the lovely hymn Song of Peace, which I sang this summer at FGC Gathering along with Stasa and her group. It seemed particularly appropriate to me to hear it (and sing the words along with it on Sept. 11, because the lyrics are, to me, a set of truths so often forgotten after that tragic day.

Ivan has just discovered a new way to be near me when I'm on the computer. He climbed up the back of the chair (nylon fabric feels so nice to cat-claws) and sat along the top of the back/the top of the pillow against the back of the chair.

Blogger does not instantaneously show the words I type into this post box. It's annoying to my mind and eyes. Bleah.

I'm making a sort of coq au vin and black thing (Ken's name for baked acorn squash, because the first night I made it he didn't recognize it and asked "What is this black thing you're feeding me?) for dinner tonight. Both are in the oven but the coq has to wait for the vin because (see first item above).