Yay, I'm a psychopath! No, GIR, that's bad

Taken from my "Buffy" mailing list...go figure:

A Very Short Psychological Test

This is an authentic psychological test.

It is a story about a girl.

While at the funeral of her mother, she met a man whom she did not know. She thought he was amazing, her dream guy, and she fell in love with him; but never asked for his number and could not find him after the funeral. A few days later the girl killed her sister.

Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?

Give this some thought before you scroll down.



Uh.... keep going!



The answer is just below!




Answer: She was hoping that the guy would appear at the sister's funeral.

If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath.

This was a test a famous American psychologist used to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took this test and answered it correctly.

If you didn't answer correctly - good for you. :-.)

this is a bad thing, right?

So the highlight of this annoying day has been--and still is--my unexpected fall into hypoglycemic shock just an hour ago, right after I ate three slices of pizza, a bag of Wheat Thins, a Snickers bar, and a bottle of "vitamin water" with extra potassium. Spent two minutes trying to find my pulse while a secretary who was in the lunch room with me asked if I was okay because my skin was chalk white, as were my lips, and said lips were outlined in blue. So I calmly told her that while it takes twenty minutes for food to start processing in the body, the body can still ignore it and go into shock, which was what was happening. So I drank some fruit punch from the vending machine. The feeling of unreality, of floating, was still there but not as severe. I put my head down, grabbed my ankles, and let the blood rush to my head for thirty seconds. Nope, still woozy. I came back to my desk at the library, and Ray told me to go across the street to CVS and get myself some orange juice. I got a bottle of Tropicana, plus a pack of Ensure, a bottle of chocolate milk, and trail mix with nuts, raisins, and M&M's. Still feeling floaty and disconnected, and it's been an hour. I told Roberta (the secretary) that I've never had to go to the hospital and I'm not about to start, but I'm starting to get a teeny bit concerned if I don't come back to the world soon. Hypoglycemic shock shouldn't last this long. I even had a spoonful of sugar, literally. Oh well. It won't kill me. It's just annoying, because now I can't concetrate, and I'm supposed to be doing interlibrary loans soon. Wait, I'm starting to feel a little better. *checks pulse* Over 100. Eh, better than nothing. At least I've stopped feeling like I'm going to fall down and pass out. I'm gonna drink more OJ and wait a few more minutes. Still feeling disconnected.

Why, may you ask, am I sitting here typing in LJ if I can't seem to pull my brain together? Because typing is pure autopilot, and having to look up book titles and then call in for interlibrary loans and actually carry on conversations is not. I have to think. And right now there's this little sharp pain in the right side of my head that's preventing me from doing that coherently. Writing all this down is giving me a sort of mental coherence because my fingers are working on their own. Although I will admit that I am a little unnerved by this. Stupid nom-registering digestive system. Bleh.

A must-have list for tech geeks

Another steal from a mailing list. My favorite is the "Blue Screen of Death" message. Hi, Watson!

JAPANESE COMPUTER MESSAGES
Here are 16 actual error messages reportedly seen on the computer screens in Japan, where some are written in Haiku. Aren't these better than "your computer has performed an illegal operation"?

The Web site you seek cannot be located, but countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return.

Program aborting: Close all that you have worked on. You ask far too much.

Windows 98 or NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that.

Your file was so big. It might be very useful. But now it is gone.

Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire. The network is down.

A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone.

Three things are certain: Death, taxes and lost data. Guess which has occurred?

You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. This page is not here.

Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will.

Having been erased, The document you're seeking must now be retyped.

Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared.

Screen. Mind. Both are blank.