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Personal DNA

We have done the visual DNA. Here is the personal DNA test, which is slightly more indepth, and of course...not visual. I discovered this while visiting Dragonfly at Winged Musings. Enough with the self-discovery already.


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dive said…
Apparently I am a "generous artist", but as usual couldn't get the stupid thing to work with my blog.
So "generous artist with crappy blog skills" might be more accurate …
4:22 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
hmm it was far too long and i'm a terribly impatient (but calm, gentle and utterly charming) person so i gave up. Shame because i could tell i was going to score as simply divine all round.
5:18 PM
Scout said…
Dive, I had trouble with the code, too, until I followed the link to the non-script code. that gives the full version that works with blogger.

Lynn, I is long, isn't it? I had to do it over my lunch break. I like your confidence.
6:33 PM
Gina said…
Cool, I will do this when I have time, I am sure I am something boring.
11:23 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
lol all tongue in cheek. I wouldn't know that sort of confidence if it came and bit me on the bum!
6:21 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
That was fun! I'm an animated creator.

I like the idea of you being free wheeling.
9:36 AM
DearestDragonfly said…
Free-Wheeling Artist: Ah, it truly captures you, Robyn.

Though not a visual test, the visual summarizing result reveals much. Not being very techno-savvy, I'm still impressed by the imported image yielding text. Yup, it doesn't take much to knock my old socks off...
10:36 AM
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