Saturday Six (a day late and from a new location)

Patrick (of Patrick's Place and Patrick's Place2) is conducting an experiment this week. He's created a Blogspot J and the Saturday Six is over there this week! But, I'm still participating. My one concern about this is that I won't remember to check it!

1. If you could ask any question of the head honcho of AOL about the recent journal concerns, what would your question be? If you delete my journal and I kill myself, will you pay for my funeral? JK. Is there any foolproof way to make sure a journal can be revived when some idiot makes a mistake such as this?

2. How many journals do you visit regularly in an average week...or...if you use a blog aggregator service like "Bloglines," how many journals do you have in your subscription lists? It depends on who writes what in a week. At the moment, I have 30 journal alerts, 4 comment alerts, and one other alert (that tells me about the new top five editor's picks).

3. Back in July, I asked which of the Seven Deadly Sins (pride, envy, gluttony, anger, greed, sloth, and lust,) you were most guilty of. Now, it's time to pat yourselves on the back and figure out which one you are the least guilty of. Well, I'm most guilty of anger, probably. I'm probably least guilty of lust.

4. Recent reports indicate that some pharmacists are refusing to sell their customers the controversial "morning-after pill" when the customer prevents their prescription. Should pharmacists be allowed to refuse to sell a medication for which a customer presents a valid prescription based on their own religious beliefs? No. They should not have choosen that profession if they cannot do it abjectivly. If the President cannot keep from mixing his beliefs with his politics, he should step down.

5. Take this personality test: What type of personality does it say you are? Then go back to this page, click the link that matches your results. Read the description: how accurate do you think it is about you? I am an ISFJ. That means a lot! Holy crap is this long.  And although they're hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they're getting, it's somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don't call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses. <Totally true. Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven't known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for "sulking," the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided "good manners." An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem. <Again, so true.

6. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #50 from SpringsNymph: You've received an unexpected windfall of $50,000. What home improvement would you spend it on? A new house! LOL If I still live with Dad when I get it, I want a new house. If I live with Mom, I want an addition (including a bedroom that's not an attic for me though for now, that definitly works).

Oh my gosh. This little kid just came to the back door and wanted to walk the dogs. He was wearing a Hulk custume (how the hell do you spell that word?). Cute. We have no dogs. No pets. The fish died. :( Oh well.

Vickey