I SO got sucked into this. I suppose that's payback for waking my daughter up this morning under the premise that there was a giant spider in her hair. And then, in turn, waking my son up in a panic that his cherished pet guinea pig was lying around looking sickly, on account of the toxic flea spray we had doused him with last night. Holy Son bolted out of bed like his butt was on fire. He was right some pissed when he heard his sister giggling, "April Fool's!" at the guinea pig cage.
Anyways, I took some time filling out the questionnaire - which is linked and listed just below the search box on the Google home page, presumably until midnight PST. But alas, I submitted my answers, they tallied the results and as it turns out, I am apparently exceedingly normal, boring, and not exactly Mars material.
Hubby told me after I went through the motions that it was an April Fools joke. It never even occurred to me. It's late. I'm tired and need to go to bed. And as if I'd go live on Mars anyways. I've moved enough already.
But good one, Richard and Google gang. Can you imagine working at Google and writing Virgle April Fool's copy for a living? Sah.weet gig if you can get it.