Josh G. from Osmium posted a link to this site a few days ago. It rates your blog as if it were a movie. Oddly enough, mine was rated "G" for one mention of the word "gun," while Dooce.com was rated PG-13 for using the word "poop" once.
The most interesting part of this site—and indeed, perhaps of the whole internet—was discovering a link at the bottom that told me that my cadaver is worth $4890! Seeing that I have roughly $15 to my name (but owe $30,000+ in school loans), it seems that I really am worth more dead than alive. Thanks, internet!
However, if I do end up living long enough to marry and have children and all that jazz, I hope I remember what I wrote on a Post-It a few days ago:
I would name my kid Slevin if there were a guarantee that he would grow up to look like Josh Hartnett. Actually, scratch that. That's just bound to lead to issues. I would name my kid Slevin if there were a guarantee that my husband would look like Josh Hartnett.
Obviously, I would like all the money I make from my cadaver to be donated to the Post-It people. Life just wouldn't be the same without them.