After posting my last entry in which I pouted and sulked about no one liking me enough to send me an invitation to gmail, I received an invitation in my mailbox! From the co-founder of Journalscape, no less! I'm so excited - the third bonus I've received in two days (1. the EPA keychain - which reads, cleverly, "DON'T TOP OFF YOUR TANK!"; 2. a calculator from one of my crankiest clients; 3. and, best of all, the gmail account). I'll probably begin to phase out use of the evil hotmail account and redirect everything to gmail over the next few weeks.

Every once in a while I get sucked into one of the many online quizzes that infest the Internet like aphids on my roses. Yesterday the "personality test" I took indicated the following about me:

You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.

Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.

You are not to be messed with. You may explode.

Hmm. Explosions, can be good right?

Movies: Bad Santa. Although I don't have strong feelings about Billy Bob Thornton one way or the other (loved him in Pushing Tin and The Man Who Wasn't There, thought Intolerable Cruelty was a waste of all participants' time), this was a depressing, sour movie. Santa was an unlikable character, as was everyone else in this mess. Perhaps it was more like real life than what I want out of my film escapes.