Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Approved for Presidential Consumption

[via Smitty] I ran the old blog through a "Reading Comprehension Analyzer." Hell, Smitty's beer and home-brewing blog achieved "Post-Grad College Level" so I expected at least "Undergraduate"...

Not so much...

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Goes nicely with the NC-17 rating, I suppose.

6 comments:

Mike said...

I'm Junior High . . . but I only earned an R rating when I did this.

So you're a potty-mouthed 9 year-old. I'm just a dorky 13.

Smitty said...

Yeah, Mr. F. You totally got robbed. Your last several posts have been cogent, well-constructed missives. Our last several posts at Around the Keg have included a sophomoric list of body functions and assorted body parts. Yet somehow, we get "Post Grad."

Look at it this way, Furious: everything you needed to know you learned in Kindergarten.

The rest is just so much poop. And boobs. And farts.

Rickey Henderson said...

This is indeed unfortunate. But hey, you're a step above Rickey, who for all intensive purposes, cannot read, write, or figure out how to put his blog through a newfangled "Reading Comprehension Analyzer."

Rickey Henderson said...

Ah balls, Rickey got the High School reading level, which totally stinks because it's too high a rating to poke fun at, and yet too low a rating to sarcastically brag about. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

Toast said...

I also got "Elementary School". I find that irritating. Yes, I cuss a great deal, but I also use my share of high-end vocabulary words. And yes, I start many of my sentences with "And" as well as frequently writing in what would technically be considered sentence fragments, but that's merely a stylistic tic. I just as apt to bust out a beautifully-woven panorama of properly constructed clauses and sub-clauses that no mere fifth grader could possibly penetrate. (Well, except for my own fifth-grade self, who was already reading at a high-school graduate level at the time.)

That's it. I'm calling bullshit on this stupid widget. They need to do the forthright thing and disclose the parameters upon which they presume to judge the writings of others, and they should do so posthaste.

Motherfuckers.

Toast said...

I just as apt

I'm! I'm! I'M just as apt.

(Note to self: Double-check for typos when lauding your own writing ability.)