You're entitled to your opinion, just like I'm entitled to mine, and Daveto needs a defense from me about as much as...

Well, an appropriately witty analogy escapes me.

One of the great mysteries to me, in psychology, has to do with the relationship between the dimensions of concrete/abstract reasoning, functional fixedness, IQ, and a person's understanding of the difference between content and process. You'd think all those things would vary right along with each other, but they don't - not nearly to the degree that I'd expect. It's stunning to me, how something can be staring an otherwise intelligent person smack in the face, and they just look right past it.

Of course, then I start to get a sense for how much I'm missing, and I try not to think about it too much.

We all have our favorites, and those we don't care for so much. For whatever it's worth, I was sort of shocked to be put on Inky's top tier (there's some heady company up there). Most of those folks (and more who should've been there) would've put me a peg lower, I think. But even some of the people who most irritate me have earned my respect. In fact, there's a couple who've probably got a standard deviation on me, IQ-wise.

Daveto's like that. Well, and playful and compassionate. Sort of like Switters, but less tortured (seeing the world through a wide-angle lens is just fucking depressing).

Either you get it, or you don't. If I keep an open mind, and I strain, sometimes I can. Like an epiphany.

That pretty much does it for me.