Thanks, Dive and Vic. Packing's sapped all my creative energy, and so here's another meme. You can only type one word in response to the following prompts. Your turn.
1. Yourself: Adventurous
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: Intriguing
3. Your hair: Wavy
4. Your mother/stepmother: Intense
5. Your dog: Spastic
6. Your favorite item: Unknown
7. Your dream last night: Wandering
8. Your favorite drink: Wine
9. Your dream car: Bike
10. The room you are in: Office
12. Your fear: Stasis
13. What you want to be in 10 years: Happy
14. Who you hung out with last night: Therapist
15. What you're not: Dull
16. Muffin: Meadow
17: One of your wish list items: Travel
18: Time: Irrelevant
19. The last thing you did: Typed
20. What you are wearing: Sweater
21. Your favorite weather: Spring
22. Your favorite book: Unknown
23. The last thing you ate: Piave
24. Your life: Interesting
25. Your mood: Sleepy
26. Your best friend/s: Ebullient
27. What are you thinking about right now? Coffee
28. Your car: Old
29. What are you doing at the moment?: Listening
30. Your summer: Blast
31. Your relationship status: Interesting
32. What is on your TV?: Nothing
33. What is the weather like?: Cloudy
34. When is the last time you laughed?: Now
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Fun with Colors: Personal DNA
Way to go, Robyn! This one was fun (if a wee bit time-consuming). Try it out yourself!
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
It Didn't Take a Bra to Make Me Do This
Ah, I love to procrastinate with online quizzes. Apparently not everyone feels the way I do. It took a bra to get The Other Girl to do a meme. That bra has excellent taste, as this little Visual DNA thing is very cool. Here’s mine.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Four Out of Five
Time’s up. Please put your pencils down. The Five Things About Me Quiz is finished. The answers are below.
1. I was a cheerleader in high school.
Dive, are you sitting down?
Oh, this is fun. The looks I get when I admit this are priceless. YOU?! YOU WERE A CHEERLEADER?! people shout when I tell them. Yep. I was.
Please stay seated, Dive, as it gets worse.
I was not only a cheerleader; I was also the captain of the squad. In other words, I was a great cheerleader. I have the trophies to prove it (well, they are gathering dust in my parents’ attic, but you get the idea). If Smokestack makes herself known here, she’ll tell ya. I rocked the house.
Just as no one sets out to be a junkie, I didn’t set out to be a cheerleader. Thing is, I needed an activity for college, and dancing wasn’t going to cut it. I needed something I could letter in. I couldn’t play basketball. I wasn’t terribly good at softball (I throw like the girl I am). They didn’t offer volleyball until my junior year (I was pretty good at that).
I might not have possessed great athletic prowess, but boy could I dance, and I could yell loud enough to raise the dead. Hence, cheerleading. Even though I went to a tiny, conservative Christian school, we had real uniforms with short skirts, and we did plenty of jumping (and cartwheels, and flips, and splits). I hated it. I was not a stereotypical cheerleader. I was not popular, nor was I outgoing (Little Sassy Schmoozer took a big long snoozer during my awkward teenage years). I tried to quit my junior year, but my coach wouldn’t let me. Instead I became the captain of the cheerleaders.
So, yes I was a cheerleader in high school. I was also an excellent student. It always amused me when people at school used to put the cheerleaders down for being ditzy and dumb, especially since some of the most intelligent girls in school were on the squad. One of my cheerleading buddies majored in math and went on to earn oodles of money at IBM. Thanks to my AP credits, I was technically a college sophomore half-way through my first semester in college. But you know, I was like, a cheerleader, so I’m, like, totally dumb and stuff. Totally.
2. I worked at McDonald’s for a summer.
Doubly sad, but also true. I started college in the middle of a recession (thank you, Reagan and Bush I). There were no jobs, and so we were all taking what we could get for work. I had to suck up working at Mickey Ds. I was a vegetarian McDonald’s employee who really didn’t care if people got their fries in a hurry. They didn’t like me much.
My first day, I donned my high-water polyester pants (I am all of five feet, three inches tall, and I have never had a problem with high-waters before or since) with the arches emblazoned on the ass, the polyester striped button down complete with bow tie, and the visor. My friend beheld my appearance and nearly died of asphyixiation. In no way did I look like myself. I’m not just saying that. My McDonald's costume would have made the perfect disguise if I had wanted to live a life of crime.
One time I worked at another store, and after my shift I changed my clothes before going back to the counter to get an employee drink. They asked to see my employee ID. I had to show them my mustard-stained uniform before they believed it was me and forked over the Diet Coke. When I brought back my uniform at the end of summer, one guy who hadn't been particularly nice to me took one look at me and exclaimed, “You’re pretty?! Holy Shit!” Ha. Ass.
3. I can roll my tongue.
True. I also have hitchhiker thumbs. My second toe on my right foot is longer than my big toe, and if you believe the story, that makes me a werewolf. My hair’s perfect.
4. I’ve run for public office.
FALSE! Fooled you! I have never run for public office. I’m too much of a rabble-rouser to be interested in running for office. Besides, I was a wild child in my wild days, and there are pictures to prove it. I inhaled. I might get elected dogcatcher, but that’s about it.
5. I’ve been tear gassed at a protest.
True. By Canadian Mounties, no less. In the spring of 2001 my coworkers and I traveled up to Quebec City, Canada, to protest at the Free Trade Area of the Americas meetings. The authorities were stopping people at the border, but we had rented a car and wore decent clothes, so we got a pass. Although I didn’t personally witness any violent activity, the cops did not want thousands of protesters anywhere near the meeting headquarters. So, they repeatedly fired tear gas into a crowd of peaceful demonstrators. The stuff’s awful, and I’m horribly allergic to it. It made me very sick, but my allergist always considered me a hero after that. I’ve been to plenty of other protests in my day, but that was the only time I’ve been tear gassed.
Before Girl is indeed the Smartest Person Alive. She’s the only one who figured it out.
1. I was a cheerleader in high school.
Dive, are you sitting down?
Oh, this is fun. The looks I get when I admit this are priceless. YOU?! YOU WERE A CHEERLEADER?! people shout when I tell them. Yep. I was.
Please stay seated, Dive, as it gets worse.
I was not only a cheerleader; I was also the captain of the squad. In other words, I was a great cheerleader. I have the trophies to prove it (well, they are gathering dust in my parents’ attic, but you get the idea). If Smokestack makes herself known here, she’ll tell ya. I rocked the house.
Just as no one sets out to be a junkie, I didn’t set out to be a cheerleader. Thing is, I needed an activity for college, and dancing wasn’t going to cut it. I needed something I could letter in. I couldn’t play basketball. I wasn’t terribly good at softball (I throw like the girl I am). They didn’t offer volleyball until my junior year (I was pretty good at that).
I might not have possessed great athletic prowess, but boy could I dance, and I could yell loud enough to raise the dead. Hence, cheerleading. Even though I went to a tiny, conservative Christian school, we had real uniforms with short skirts, and we did plenty of jumping (and cartwheels, and flips, and splits). I hated it. I was not a stereotypical cheerleader. I was not popular, nor was I outgoing (Little Sassy Schmoozer took a big long snoozer during my awkward teenage years). I tried to quit my junior year, but my coach wouldn’t let me. Instead I became the captain of the cheerleaders.
So, yes I was a cheerleader in high school. I was also an excellent student. It always amused me when people at school used to put the cheerleaders down for being ditzy and dumb, especially since some of the most intelligent girls in school were on the squad. One of my cheerleading buddies majored in math and went on to earn oodles of money at IBM. Thanks to my AP credits, I was technically a college sophomore half-way through my first semester in college. But you know, I was like, a cheerleader, so I’m, like, totally dumb and stuff. Totally.
2. I worked at McDonald’s for a summer.
Doubly sad, but also true. I started college in the middle of a recession (thank you, Reagan and Bush I). There were no jobs, and so we were all taking what we could get for work. I had to suck up working at Mickey Ds. I was a vegetarian McDonald’s employee who really didn’t care if people got their fries in a hurry. They didn’t like me much.
My first day, I donned my high-water polyester pants (I am all of five feet, three inches tall, and I have never had a problem with high-waters before or since) with the arches emblazoned on the ass, the polyester striped button down complete with bow tie, and the visor. My friend beheld my appearance and nearly died of asphyixiation. In no way did I look like myself. I’m not just saying that. My McDonald's costume would have made the perfect disguise if I had wanted to live a life of crime.
One time I worked at another store, and after my shift I changed my clothes before going back to the counter to get an employee drink. They asked to see my employee ID. I had to show them my mustard-stained uniform before they believed it was me and forked over the Diet Coke. When I brought back my uniform at the end of summer, one guy who hadn't been particularly nice to me took one look at me and exclaimed, “You’re pretty?! Holy Shit!” Ha. Ass.
3. I can roll my tongue.
True. I also have hitchhiker thumbs. My second toe on my right foot is longer than my big toe, and if you believe the story, that makes me a werewolf. My hair’s perfect.
4. I’ve run for public office.
FALSE! Fooled you! I have never run for public office. I’m too much of a rabble-rouser to be interested in running for office. Besides, I was a wild child in my wild days, and there are pictures to prove it. I inhaled. I might get elected dogcatcher, but that’s about it.
5. I’ve been tear gassed at a protest.
True. By Canadian Mounties, no less. In the spring of 2001 my coworkers and I traveled up to Quebec City, Canada, to protest at the Free Trade Area of the Americas meetings. The authorities were stopping people at the border, but we had rented a car and wore decent clothes, so we got a pass. Although I didn’t personally witness any violent activity, the cops did not want thousands of protesters anywhere near the meeting headquarters. So, they repeatedly fired tear gas into a crowd of peaceful demonstrators. The stuff’s awful, and I’m horribly allergic to it. It made me very sick, but my allergist always considered me a hero after that. I’ve been to plenty of other protests in my day, but that was the only time I’ve been tear gassed.
Before Girl is indeed the Smartest Person Alive. She’s the only one who figured it out.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Tag! I'm It: Five Things About Me
OK, since I can’t really come up with anything interesting to say on this Monday evening, I’ll do Vic’s tag now. Here are five things about me. Only four are true. Guess the one that’s false, and I’ll say that you are the smartest person alive. A caveat—sadly, those of you who know me are disqualified.
1. I was a cheerleader in high school.
2. I worked at McDonald’s for a summer.
3. I can roll my tongue.
4. I’ve run for public office.
5. I’ve been tear gassed at a protest.
Good luck! I tag anyone and everyone who has yet to participate in this little game.
1. I was a cheerleader in high school.
2. I worked at McDonald’s for a summer.
3. I can roll my tongue.
4. I’ve run for public office.
5. I’ve been tear gassed at a protest.
Good luck! I tag anyone and everyone who has yet to participate in this little game.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Quiz Mania
Blame Robyn, Dive, and every other quiz-crazed maniac out there in the blogosphere.
| You Are 34% American |
 America: You don't love it or want to leave it. But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over. On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead... And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch! |
Your Language Arts Grade: 100%
Way to go! You know not to trust the MS Grammar Check and you know "no" from "know." Now, go forth and spread the good word (or at least, the proper use of apostrophes).
Are You Gooder at Grammar?
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| What Kind of Reader Are You? Your Result: Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm You're probably in the final stages of a Ph.D. or otherwise finding a way to make your living out of reading. You are one of the literati. Other people's grammatical mistakes make you insane. | |
| Dedicated Reader | |
| Literate Good Citizen | |
| Book Snob | |
| Non-Reader | |
| Fad Reader | |
| What Kind of Reader Are You? Create Your Own Quiz | |
| You Are A Weeping Willow Tree |
 You are a dreamer, and you're into almost any kind of escapism. Restless and capricious, you love to travel to exotic places. You are easily influenced by others, as long as they don't pressure you. You tend to suffer in love until you find that one loyal, steadfast partner. An empathetic friend, you love to make others smile and laugh. |
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Escape from Club Suck: It's a Survey!
Bless Old Knudsen. He was tagged with a survey, and he tagged us. I am taking this opportunity to pull myself out of the pre-holiday depression by answering some strange questions about blogging. Answer them yourself if you’d like.
1-Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?
I like the look OK. If I had more time to figure out the code, I’d change some more things around, but I like the colors.
As for the contents, since they are nothing short of brilliant, I am most pleased with them.
2-Does your family know about your blog?
My sister knows about it. I think I might have accidentally mentioned it to my mother, but she doesn’t know the address. Having my mother read my blog would be interesting. I don’t think she’d like the idea of me being a Dirty Little Secret. She definitely wouldn’t approve of my liberal use of the word “fuck.”
3-Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
Oh, I’ve told just about everyone about this blog. Most of my friends aren’t on the blogosphere, but occasionally they say they’ve read something I wrote (the Elton John story was a big hit among them—one friend is going to print it out so she doesn’t have to ask me to tell it again).
4-Do you just read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? or you try to discover new blogs?
I always read certain blogs, and I try to find new ones. I always check out the blogs of those who comment on my blog.
5-Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example.
I like the airy feel of this question. I feel like I’m surrounded by candles, and there’s new-agey music playing.
Yes, I suppose it has. It’s forced me to write on a more consistent basis, and this makes me feel good. I’ve explored ideas more fully than I would have otherwise, and I’ve heard from others about what they think of these ideas. If I make people laugh, it makes my day. That’s positive.
6-What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you use a traffic counter?
It means that a certain number of people have visited my blog. I do use a site meter, but not obsessively.
7-Did you imagine how other bloggers look like?
Yes—though I do know what some of them look like. I've recently learned that one blogger looks remarkably like me.
8-Do you think blogging has any real benefit?
Yes. If for nothing else, I’ve got a new group of people to talk to who I never would have met otherwise. I like the new perspectives, as they make me think (and laugh my fool head off). It gives me something to do.
9-Do you think that the blogosphere is a stand alone community separated from the real world.
That’s a tricky question. Do I have a community here? Yes, I’d say so, after a fashion. We’ve gotten to know each other, more deeply on some levels than I imagine we would have as acquaintances in the “real world.” I value that. But I don’t think it replaces community in the “real world.”
10-Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them?
No. I think some blogs are ignorant and/or cruel in their politics, so I avoid them. Life’s too short to spend one’s time reading the ramblings of idiots. But as an advocate of free speech, that they are out there doesn’t scare me.
11-Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?
It depends on how it’s done, like criticizing in the “real world.”
12-Have you ever thought about what would happen to your blog in case you died?
Good Lord, I thought this was the escape from the maudlin.
13-Which blogger had the greatest impression on you?
For a variety of reasons, my general blogging group has had a great impression on me. I don’t think I could single anyone out.
14-Which blogger do you think is the most similar to you?
I certainly hope I’m unique.
15-Name a song you want to listen to?
If I wanted to listen to it, I would. Right now I'm listening to Carl Kasell deliver the news on NPR.
1-Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?
I like the look OK. If I had more time to figure out the code, I’d change some more things around, but I like the colors.
As for the contents, since they are nothing short of brilliant, I am most pleased with them.
2-Does your family know about your blog?
My sister knows about it. I think I might have accidentally mentioned it to my mother, but she doesn’t know the address. Having my mother read my blog would be interesting. I don’t think she’d like the idea of me being a Dirty Little Secret. She definitely wouldn’t approve of my liberal use of the word “fuck.”
3-Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
Oh, I’ve told just about everyone about this blog. Most of my friends aren’t on the blogosphere, but occasionally they say they’ve read something I wrote (the Elton John story was a big hit among them—one friend is going to print it out so she doesn’t have to ask me to tell it again).
4-Do you just read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? or you try to discover new blogs?
I always read certain blogs, and I try to find new ones. I always check out the blogs of those who comment on my blog.
5-Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example.
I like the airy feel of this question. I feel like I’m surrounded by candles, and there’s new-agey music playing.
Yes, I suppose it has. It’s forced me to write on a more consistent basis, and this makes me feel good. I’ve explored ideas more fully than I would have otherwise, and I’ve heard from others about what they think of these ideas. If I make people laugh, it makes my day. That’s positive.
6-What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you use a traffic counter?
It means that a certain number of people have visited my blog. I do use a site meter, but not obsessively.
7-Did you imagine how other bloggers look like?
Yes—though I do know what some of them look like. I've recently learned that one blogger looks remarkably like me.
8-Do you think blogging has any real benefit?
Yes. If for nothing else, I’ve got a new group of people to talk to who I never would have met otherwise. I like the new perspectives, as they make me think (and laugh my fool head off). It gives me something to do.
9-Do you think that the blogosphere is a stand alone community separated from the real world.
That’s a tricky question. Do I have a community here? Yes, I’d say so, after a fashion. We’ve gotten to know each other, more deeply on some levels than I imagine we would have as acquaintances in the “real world.” I value that. But I don’t think it replaces community in the “real world.”
10-Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them?
No. I think some blogs are ignorant and/or cruel in their politics, so I avoid them. Life’s too short to spend one’s time reading the ramblings of idiots. But as an advocate of free speech, that they are out there doesn’t scare me.
11-Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?
It depends on how it’s done, like criticizing in the “real world.”
12-Have you ever thought about what would happen to your blog in case you died?
Good Lord, I thought this was the escape from the maudlin.
13-Which blogger had the greatest impression on you?
For a variety of reasons, my general blogging group has had a great impression on me. I don’t think I could single anyone out.
14-Which blogger do you think is the most similar to you?
I certainly hope I’m unique.
15-Name a song you want to listen to?
If I wanted to listen to it, I would. Right now I'm listening to Carl Kasell deliver the news on NPR.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Contagious Quiz Mania Continues
It’s not just me. When I checked out Dive’s blog this morning, my initial thought was that I’d created a monster. After I took my dating persona quiz two nights ago, I became obsessed with quiz taking. Last night I took a celebrity quiz (I am apparently like Susan Sarandon), a Sesame Street quiz (I am like Kermit the Frog), a quiz on commonly misused words (I aced it), and a host of other quizzes that I only vaguely remember. I stayed up too late; I felt guilty for wasting all that time.
The guilt was only compounded when I saw that Dive, too, has been taking online quizzes. Oh shit, I thought, I owe him an apology and a link to a 12-step quiz program (you get to take a quiz to find out if you are addicted).
But wait! Who did he ruefully thank for this latest time sucker? He didn’t thank me. He thanked Old Knudsen. I then checked out Old Knudsen’s blog to see if I’d somehow gotten him addicted and that he’d gone and gotten Dive addicted (thereby making my time suckage bad karma much worse than I thought). I held my breath and read.
Phew.
It wasn’t me. Knudsen got the idea from someone else.
Apparently this quiz-taking obsession is just in the air. Rather like this cold I have that my friend in Memphis, Tennessee, also has—we haven’t seen each other in months, and so we couldn't possibly have given it to each other. It's just one of those things.
Greatly relieved and now treating the quizzing thing more like a cold than an addiction, I reached for my tissues and took this new quiz. I'm feeling rather smug about catching a typo in the text. I am this kind of Tarot card (note the secret theme?):
The guilt was only compounded when I saw that Dive, too, has been taking online quizzes. Oh shit, I thought, I owe him an apology and a link to a 12-step quiz program (you get to take a quiz to find out if you are addicted).
But wait! Who did he ruefully thank for this latest time sucker? He didn’t thank me. He thanked Old Knudsen. I then checked out Old Knudsen’s blog to see if I’d somehow gotten him addicted and that he’d gone and gotten Dive addicted (thereby making my time suckage bad karma much worse than I thought). I held my breath and read.
Phew.
It wasn’t me. Knudsen got the idea from someone else.
Apparently this quiz-taking obsession is just in the air. Rather like this cold I have that my friend in Memphis, Tennessee, also has—we haven’t seen each other in months, and so we couldn't possibly have given it to each other. It's just one of those things.
Greatly relieved and now treating the quizzing thing more like a cold than an addiction, I reached for my tissues and took this new quiz. I'm feeling rather smug about catching a typo in the text. I am this kind of Tarot card (note the secret theme?):
You are The High Priestess
Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.
The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluctuation, particularly when it comes to your moods.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
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