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Well, you DO have to write to your audience!

My father-in-law was a preacher for well over 60 years. He used to tell of one church he was at where there were a good many college professors as well as the children from a nearby orphanage. He said he discovered that if he spoke so that the children could understand him, the professors didn't seem to have any trouble either.

As a very wise man (whose own blog manages to garner a junior high reading level) once said, "Heh. Indeed."

Mine rates "Genius" level. What's up with that? Totally unreadable?

That's interesting, all right. Skinnydan's blog comes in at "genius" level too, while Megabeth's rank is "junior high school."

Never knew there was so much variation in the "Axis of Weevil."

We strive for diversity, that's for sure.

You do draw a large audience around here. It must be all the Kindergartners.

Kindergarteners with a fondness for firearms, barbecue, and invective.

There is hope for the youth of America after all!

High School here. But no one reads in HS if they can help it.

I would just like to remind my readers to not leave smudgy fingerprints on the screen when you follow along with your finger under each word.

Well Rebecca (a bona fide kindergartener) likes bbq, is very opinionated and has been know to put boys in a headlock, but has no access to firearms except for the squirt gun variety. So I guess she is your target audience.

And much to my shock I rank college (undergrad). Must be the sophomoric humor like trunk monkey.

See what happens when you don't write in English?

Mind you, I guess as a genius I will get people like Algore to read my blog. Don't all geniusi hang out together?

Look, Skinnydan, don't make fun of my language skills. I have tried and tried to do better with my English. But let's face it--it's a ridiculously difficult language to master, and I have a walnut-sized brain.

As for geniusies, they tend not to spend much time together. Remember Wile E. Coyote, Genius? He lived alone in a cave.

AS FOR SQUIRT GUNS, rest assured Sarah, they most definitely count. At least until she's old enough to handle some recoil.

(Edited--the image won't show up in comments, but Tony's at the High School level. Ed.)

I'm doomed to perpetual nerdom, HSnerdom at that...

You got the same rating as Matt Drudge, so you're in good company.

Tony, your link didn't act right, but I trust that even though you're now at the high school level that you will refrain from giving those of us underclassmen atomic wedgies and Dutch rubs.

And Alan, if only I could find a way to parlay my elemental genius into some sort of money-making enterprise...

Far be it from me to hork on the younger generation. I need y'all to pay my SS afters all. :)

On that note my youngest g-son got into a bout of fisticuffs this week. He won from what I understand but has a very nice shiner just a glowing. Teaching your fellow man that words and actions have repercussions I think is a good thing. Teaching bullies a lesson IMO is a great thing.

And at least you do get a steak dinner out of it. That is, if people still put steak on their shiners.

Aged Kobe Beef, presumably, for certain income levels.

The rest of us get dog food.

I sense a variant of "The Four Yorkshiremen" abrewing...

"Dog food? Luxury! Why, we 'ad to put gravel on our black eyes!"

Computers?? Extravagance! Why, we 'ad to blog on Cuneiform Tablets, we did, and we LIKED it.

Ooooooh--cuuuu-neeee-iform, eh? Why, when we started blogging, we couldn't afford clay tablets and styluses, an' 'ad t'use solid granite blocks and scratch letters into 'em with our fingernails, AND we didn't know how t'write, and so we'd spend all th' day, just a'scratching into them granites until our fingers bled, and then we'd all go back to our hovel, and then get up the next day and do it all over again.

Granite? Wasn't you the lucky one, then? We had no granite where I come from. Just individual molecules of Silica Graphite it was, and us having to stick 'em together with our tongues to make co-valent bonds. And then scratch little curlicues into the resulting admixture using nothing but our eyebrows.

Aye, and twice on Sundays.

Whaaa'!? Only twice!? Our dad made us scratch the entire Apocrypha on granite blocks every 'alf hour on Sundays and then 'ung us from the church bell ropes until our fingers scabbed over, and then we 'ad to use me mum's head dipped in pumice to polish out the scratches so's we'd 'ave something to write on come Sunday next. And we liked it, we did!