Here’s a nifty little gadget making the blogosphere rounds. Enter some text that you’ve written and *poof*, it tells you who you write like. Let’s try it, shall we? *Looking for some more commented on post. Looking, looking.* Okay, ready? Here we go:

When I rant about the census, ask questions about the trajectory of my life, embrace liberty, I write like Cory Doctorow. So mostly, I write like Cory Doctorow.

Mostly. But. . .

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When I write about the fallibility of politicians, I write like Kurt Vonnegut. (Awesome.)

When I tackle the complexities of describing just what we home educators do, I write like P.G. Wodehouse? (Really? Okay, then.)

And when I write about the ought that kills, I write like Gertrude Stein. (Hmmm.)

I have to admit, I have not read Doctorow, Meyer or (much) Stein. I love Vonnegut and am flattered to think there is even passing similarities. And the Wodehouse thing makes me giggle.

(This post? Also like Doctorow. Guess I’d better read some Cory Doctorow.)