Wed 5 Dec 2007
On Saturday I was looking after the girls. In a quiet moment I decided to check out Facebook. Now, I have to confess that I’m not a big fan of Facebook. I have a blog and that’s quite enough for me, thank you very much. However, from time to time people send me messages on Facebook and I feel obliged to read them and perhaps (if I’m feeling generous) provide some manner of curt response.
So I checked it out and lo and behold several people had sent me various forms of test. It just so happens that I LOVE tests (just ask any of my high school teachers) (this entire sentence, by the way, is a test to see just how well you detect sarcasm). There was a test on optical illusions, so I took it and scored ridiculously high, 19 out of 20. It wasn’t a very hard test. If you think I’m bragging, prithee read on, for humiliation awaits, I assure you.
Buoyed by this success, I ventured onto the next test. Bear in mind that my girls are playing quietly in the adjacent room at this time.
It was an IQ test.
The directions specify that I should be alone with absolutely no distractions. Oh what the hell, I think. How hard can it be? I click START.
Right away I’m in trouble. Turns out the damned test is timed. Not a problem if the girls don’t interrupt me. And they are fine… until about three minutes in. E comes to me with a question. My concentration is shattered. No matter… I forge on. K starts a fight with E. E complains to me. E starts a fight with K. K complains to me. The cats are meowing. They too are complaining. I should be paying attention to them all, but I am not. Instead I am writing a stupid online test that I failed the moment I began, because I ignored the initial instructions: BE ALONE WITH ABSOLUTELY NO DISTRACTIONS.
I was a moron right from the get go. And the results of this test confirmed it.
I know what my IQ is supposed to be. Or rather, what it was before I had children. I’ve had it tested twice for high school and once for university and taken the odd informal test since then. I know the exact results in each instance. I was once reasonably intelligent.
On the plus side, I can now quantify exactly how much stupider I am in the presence of my two offspring…
December 6th, 2007 at 1:05 am
i can not bring myself to sign up
for face book. however having
a personal myspace to interact
with friends and what not is
fun, especially in doing surveys
and memes.
yeah, i don’t do the quizes, and
most of them are darn stupid.
i have no clue what my IQ test score
was when i was 10 anyway.
December 6th, 2007 at 9:10 am
And more importantly, Joe, so now can everyone who knows you on Facebook!
I’m with you on the invitations and challenges - I’ve responded to a few and frankly issued a few, but please don’t ask me to join a food fight or test my “hotness”. The first one I’ve always avoided and the rest I’m better off not knowing…
December 6th, 2007 at 9:54 pm
LOL!
December 11th, 2007 at 6:38 pm
Hahaha. That was good. I joined Facebook and then deactivated my account when I began to fear social mishaps, like when I asked a friend about his love life on a public wall rather than on a wall-to-wall, or whatever it is. Then I found the work was more than the satisfaction I got out of it. It was nice to say hello to a few friends, provided I stayed away from that infernal “wall” feature. However.
I’ve done a few IQ tests online. One I did at midnight after a week of sleep deprivation (though with no children to distract me). I did about as well as I expected. I tried another test a year later and scored much lower, and I was well rested! My ego took a beating; I began second guessing my first score, wondering if it was a fluke! Maybe not, judging by my inability to master the simple “wall” feature on Facebook!
Anyway, getting home on the TTC tonight will be test enough.
December 11th, 2007 at 6:44 pm
Sorry, I meant to start that last sentence thus: “Maybe so, judging by my inability…”
To construct the correct sentence. See! I’m going home. LOL.