The Bionic Blogger
Once, as a child, I sat in the backseat of my mother’s car (after having been scolded), quietly casting spells to make her turn into a frog, much as my then-hero Endora would have done in such a situation. Needless to say, I wasn’t allowed to watch Bewitched until I was 21.
Another time, in college, I was drinking from a campus water fountain and the handle broke off in my hand. I turned around to my friends and excitedly proclaimed, “I knew it! I have Slayer strength!” They suggested I lay off the Buffy.
So imagine my surprise when I took the Bionic test (to promote NBC’s remake of The Bionic Woman) and found out that I am not bionic in the least. I am almost the complete opposite of bionic. In fact, I think it said something like, “get your fat ass to the gym.”

Oh well, try it out for yourself.

