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I think I found The Psychopath Test randomly on a library search, though it's possible someone suggested it to me. At any rate, it bills itself as "A journey through the madness industry" and I have a vested interest in madness.

And I suppose in that sense it works, at least...

( The Psychopath Test, by Jon Ronson )

Final Verdict: If you're interested in psychology, it's worth a look at the library, but I wouldn't pay money for it. If you're interested in psychopaths it's not exactly blood-and-gore true crime, and if you're interested in a discussion of the politics of big pharma and overdiagnosis, there are books with far more nuance that you would be better off reading.

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Gaaaah.

It's Conference week this week, and everyone's gone bonkers. Tomorrow we have the massive company staff meeting and, due to an expanded Conference Week -- it used to be a Conference Day -- they rescheduled the company picnic for Friday, which is random, but whatever. I don't have to go to the picnic, fortunately, since I have a doctor's appointment (routine; no new broken limbs, promise). It's not that I don't like picnics, per se, except that I really don't. You have to be outside for them, and the daystar burns too brightly. This summer is unbearable. We better have a fucking awesome winter to make up for it.

But Conference Week does mean that I am already behind on email, and likely to get more so. I'm spending most of tomorrow in a dark room watching PowerPoints.

I did want to recc a fic to distract you all while I'm gone, and because it's awesome -- Raw Footage, which I helped beta. It's Foxy, writing about the Avengers dickbombing each other, so you know it's good.

Sometimes I think being a grownup is exhausting, and then I read fanfic about dickbombing and I think, I'm not even a grownup most of the time.