Slow to react, quick to die

People who fare poorly on tests intended to assess mental skills are at greater risk of early death, according to a report in Psychosomatic Medicine (who knew there was such a journal?):

Experts have considered the connection between poor test scores and mortality as a reflection of the deterioration of the aging body. But that would not explain the higher mortality rates for younger people.

Damn. I guess that means the young stupid people of today might not be around to take care of me when I'm old and feeble. Stop with the skateboarding and video games for a minute, kids, and read a book!

Continuing with the theme of stupidity ... Tom Cruise and his pregnant "girlfriend" are nominated for Razzie awards aplenty this year. Says the National Post:

There's great Razzie potential for TomKat this year. Tom Cruise is nominated for worst actor in War of the Worlds, and he's mentioned twice in the "tiresome tabloid targets" category -- once for his anti-psychiatry rant and again for pretty much everything to do with his romance with Katie Holmes. Holmes is also up for worst supporting actress in Batman Begins.

The world awaits the delivery of TomBrat, which some are hoping will not come out as a mass of undefined goo as a result of Mr. Cruise's amateur ultrasound bombardment.

And for your "what's he on about with this Scientology nonsense?" link du jour ... check out Through The Door, a series of questionnaires filled out by ex-members that gives some insight into why people get in, and why people get out.

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