Oh. My. Something is wrong with me. After removing the dates and those "written with love upon love by someone stupid but verbose" tags at the end of posts, guess how many words I wrote last month here. Just guess. Think about it.
Got your answer? Good. It's wrong. It's way too low. Fifteen thousand, three hundred and ninety words. Just over 500 words a day. That's sick.
The worst part about it, however, is the month's Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level score, which indicates the grade level of the language and of sentence structure that one uses. In most of my writings, the Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level score is in the low double digits. In the journal last month, it was 6.3. Egad. (One-word sentences like that do help with the lowering, mind.) I did keep the percentage of passive sentences at a lovely two percent, however; hurrah for me. Sorry, but more SAT vocabulary to come, folks. And more semicolons.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
