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| Monday, November 20th, 2006 | | 9:10 am |
Just 'cos, really.
 | You scored as Dante Alighieri. According to you most of humanity will spend at least some of their afterlife in hell. You have a high likelihood of being exiled, but anyone as bloody fucking romantic as you deserves what they get. You have an exceptional moral code, overshadowed by the fact that you yourself cannot uphold it.
Your existence bears a definite irony, although of fairly Christian morality, many pagans, satanists, communists, and intellectuals admire you and your works for all the wrong reasons.
Also, the brighest star in your sky is never going to be your lover...
It takes a lot of grief to be the cartographer of hell.
Sigmund Freud | | 83% | Miyamoto Musashi | | 83% | Elvis Presley | | 83% | Dante Alighieri | | 83% | Friedrich Nietzsche | | 75% | Hugh Hefner | | 75% | Stephen Hawking | | 67% | Steven Morrissey | | 58% | Jesus Christ | | 58% | Adolf Hitler | | 50% | Charles Manson | | 42% | C.G. Jung | | 42% | Mother Teresa | | 42% | O.J. Simpson | | 33% | </td>
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| | Friday, October 27th, 2006 | | 7:50 pm |
Just stuff...
Gather 'round, and a tale I will tell ye, of entropic resonance, gay pirates, and serendipity... Yargh. Or similar. So, it's been odd. Lately, my "crappest mutant superpower of all time" seems to be on the up-and-up. For those of you who do not already know, I am Entropy Man. It is a given. Things around me just fall apart. For the last almost two weeks, I have caused, by my mere presence, catastrophic computer failure at least once a day at work. No shit. It has reached the point where the IT guys are standing by, waiting for me to break something. It's nothing I do. It just happens. They just stop working. Three lightbulbs blew today as I switched them on. I went through two headsets today, and about a dozen this week. I opened a bottle of rather expensive wine, and I swear I could smell it curdling and turning in my hand. I'd be hunting down the bitch who hexed me, if I didn't already know this is my gift. And as we all know, with great power comnes great responsibility. I've decided to join the UN, make my way to the US, and ultimately become a political lobbyist. From there, by my very proximity, I should be able to cause the US government to collapse in the space of about ten minutes - fifteen, if I take a lunch break - thus saving us all endless heartache. That is, of course, if the plane does not critically malfunction due to my passage, and dump me in the ocean with a life-jacket which refuses to inflate. The only thing which seems proof against my entropic powers is - wait for it - my new pink bandanna. Breast cancer pink ribbon day. So, at the urging of that bloody Mel, I bought myself a bandanna. A pink one. And I put it on. I'm still wearing it. I look like a very, very gay pirate. "Prepare to be boarded, sailor...." However, nothing has blown up since I put it on. I'm becoming superstitious in my old age. In completely unrelated news, a most interesting encounter at work. Divine_MissE, welcome to my lj. As I said, I can't promise it will be interesting, lazy bastard that I am, but I'll occasionally post random and bemusing comments to yours... especially when I have been to a few too many educational wine tasting sessions. | | Sunday, October 8th, 2006 | | 1:13 pm |
| | Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006 | | 4:38 pm |
| | Sunday, September 24th, 2006 | | 8:00 pm |
It's a post-a-rama!!!
My god, will it never end? So. After the last year of, for reasons which escape me, working for the Cam in exchange for ... well, not much of anything, given that I was not a member for part of that time, too ... and not playing at all, I've introduced two characters in the space of one day. And played them both. And had positive, fulfilling in character interactions with a number of characters. With actual roleplay. This is nuts. I may even have had fun, but don't let it get out. | | Thursday, September 21st, 2006 | | 8:36 pm |
I just had to do it....
...And I'm sure you all wish I hadn't. | Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... | | Category | Your Score | Average | | Self-Lovin' | 3.3%
I wouldn't shake hands, if I were you | 64.8% | | Shamelessness | 21.4%
For Christ's sake, put your clothes on! | 78.9% | | Sex Drive | 10.5%
Humps fire hydrants when nobody's looking | 77.3% | | Straightness | 0%
Knows the other body type like a map | 44% | | Gayness | 46.4%
At least one weekend of ecstacy | 83.7% |
| Fucking Sick | 38.1%
Don't look in the basement | 89.9% |
You are 22.25% pure
Average Score: 72.4%
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| | 5:08 pm |
Doctor, Doctor...
So I've realised something - something which seems calculated to support and exacerbate by contempt for the medical profession, irrational as this may seem: Doctors are for the proles. Some background - I've just had a couple days off work, as a result of a touch of the 'flu. Now, we all know - and we DO all know this, right? - that there is no medication to treat colds and flu, with the exception of those designed to cut the wire and hide the problem. Nonetheless, my employer, not unreasonably, demands a medical certificate for any sick leave in excess of one working day. So be it. Where do I begin? With the receptionist who chirpily asked me how I was doing - a greeting, not a health related query - after I had walked up to the counter to make an appointment and collapsed into a coughing fit before I could say a word? Or better yet, this one... I had taken a seat, waiting patiently, when through the door strolls a tall, gangly gentleman in a flourescent vest. "Howdeedodee, everyone? How's it going there, young bloke?" the would be Uncle Arthur murmured cheerily to me, as he walked straight into my foot - deliberately, one would assume, as he was addressing the question to my ankle... where upon he summarily took the seat next to me, and continued to address the room, regardless of our general lack of responsiveness. "So Sheryl is doing much more fings and stuffs, yeah? Nah it's heaps better, hey. Oright, then. I got me a new paper round this arvo. What's that Steve bloke onabout?" Or there was the ugliest woman in the world, across from me. Her coughing I could forgive, annoying as it was - she was clearly unwell, and I'll not be so very curmudgeonly and uncharitable as that. Her choice of faded neon pink pants, repleat with camel-toe, combined with bright luminescent green tanktop and flesh toned wings - or were they just fat rolls hanging out of a too-tight top? - and strawberry red platfroms thongs (flip-flops, that is), I cannot. The family with the squalling brat; the other receptionist, who was in my good books for not asking stupid questions until I realised she did not speak a word of English; the fellow who clearly could not operate a tap (faucet) - I'm quite certain he was ill only due to his own stench.... and me. Statistical anomally? Probably not. Now I recollect why I never go to doctors. It reminds me just how hideous humanity really is, and how human I am. EDIT: Am I getting better at the Emo thing, Miss Jen? Current Mood:  morose | | Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 | | 4:30 pm |
VMT
No, not a bizarre clinical condition. Neither is it a new computer virus, the latest in turbo charger technology, or a recently released RPG. Virtual Massage Technique. That's right, I've been charged with developing a virtual massage technique, and I want you all to help me out. If any collective is going to be able to resolve this, it's those of you unstable enough to look at my almost-never-updated-let-alone-read livejournal. So come with the suggestions. I've got nothing. | | Sunday, September 17th, 2006 | | 4:12 am |
1 Month, Three weeks, four days......
......since my last post. I'm kinda drunk right now, so I'll apologise in advance for .... you know, the things, with the stuff. Just been to a place, with drinking, in honour of two kinda cool people having survived another year of life.... and had an epiphany. Well, several, actually. I've realised that the yak king has come back. In fact, I hadn't realised he had abandoned me, until he came back, and then I mourned for the time we had been apart. I came to the realisation that even I am susceptible to stress. As Hayden put it, even the walls of Jericho, I mean Kurtis, can be breached. I realised I am no longer stressed - see previous point about the return of the yak king. We've missed you! I have, of late, been experiencing those... feelings... that people talk about. Whilst far from advantageous from a cam position holder perspective, I cannot help but think it must be a good thing that I now know what everyone is on about. I've started to dream again. It won't last, I'm sure, but it has happened, and I cannot bring myself to regret it. Thank you. | | Sunday, July 23rd, 2006 | | 5:18 pm |
| | Sunday, February 26th, 2006 | | 7:03 pm |
| | Sunday, November 27th, 2005 | | 6:27 pm |
| | 5:58 pm |
Stupid, I am.
I have successfully double booked myself. Crue/motorhead concert and I can't make it. Anyone feel the need to take a ticket off my hands? Current Mood:  Stupid As All Hell | | Monday, October 31st, 2005 | | 8:28 pm |
Done
No more Cam. I feel strangely liberated, if no less disgusted with the base degeneracy of those I am unfortunate enough to share a species with. | | 7:53 pm |
Oh, the surprise. I might just kill myself.
The test is piss funny, though. Everyone should take it. the Shock Jock
(52% dark, 57% spontaneous, 73% vulgar) | your humor style:
VULGAR | SPONTANEOUS | DARK
Your sense of humor is off-the-cuff and kind of gross. Is it is also
sinister, cynical, and vaguely threatening to the purer folks of this
world. You probably get off on that. You would cut a greasy fart, then
blame it on your mom, and then just shrug when someone pointed out that
she's dead.
Yours is hands-down the most outrageous sense of humor; you
like things
trangressive and hardcore. It's highly likely (a) you have no limits
(b) you have no scruples and (c) you have no job. Ironically, it's your
type of humor that can make the biggest bucks in show business.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Howard Stern - Adam Sandler - Roseanne Barr
The 3-Variable Funny Test!
- it rules -
If you're interested, try my latest:
The Terrorism Test
| | | My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 44% on darkness | | You scored higher than 81% on spontaneity | | You scored higher than 97% on vulgarity |
| Apparently, I'm a twisted fucker. Who wouldda thunk it, eh? | | Sunday, October 30th, 2005 | | 1:56 pm |
Good gosh, I'm Tard Core!
Katherine Pulaski
You scored 14 Physically Able, 22 Mentally Able, and 17 Morally Good! (30 is max) | | You're Dr. Pulaski!
Physically: Medium
Mentally: Medium
Morally: Medium
Dr. Pulaski, among other things, fixed Picard's broken heart. (no, not
like that! She implanted a new one) Pulaski loves debating social
progress, sometimes overzealously. She can, however, seem argumentative
and rude. What's the difference between her and Crusher? Well, she's
not as concerned for every living thing as Crusher, but she's a lot
tougher.
Well, you got the less popular Dr. Pulaski. You might share her
mediocre level of popularity, but it's only because you're seen as too
self-righteous and argumentative. Oh well, you mean well, and aren't
particularly mean in your approach, perhaps just a little high strong.
Like Pulaski, your primed for a career where you you get to try new
things, push the envelope of your field, and engage in mentally
stimulating pursuits. Yay!
The character most unlike you is: Noone? Yeah, you're right in the middle of everything. You have no equal or oposite. |  | My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 40% on Physicality | | You scored higher than 31% on Mentality | | You scored higher than 13% on Morality |
| | | Saturday, October 29th, 2005 | | 6:32 pm |
The best of times, the worst of times...
Well, the time has come. 53 hours, 30 minutes and counting until my Cam membership lapses. And for some strange reason, I'm not going to renew. What could be the problem? Hell, where do we start? Or, I could not bore you all with Cam wank, and move onto something more interesting. New job again. Selling wine, and drinking wine, too. Wine, wine, wine. I like wine. It's made from grapes. That's cool. They keep giving ti to me for free. That's cool, too. They even pay me to drink the wine. There has to be a catch. I'll let you all know when I figure out what it is. | | Tuesday, October 11th, 2005 | | 4:39 pm |
Monkey-Flinging Poo-Cheese
Gah. I be tired. No brain left. There was a Con. Much fun was had. I've run out of think, I'm afraid. Mage is looking pretty cool, I feel. May just have to play, if it ever happens in this ol' town. A big special thankyou to the folk who made it possible for me to get through with what passes for sanity intact. An even bigger one to Penny and Damon, for different reasons. Failing to turn up to Con without bothering to tell the poor schmoe who will be doing all the STing in your absence..... That's a paddlin' Current Mood:  Brain-dead | | Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 | | 8:19 pm |
A new super power!
I am no longer Pornography Purveying Man! I am now Lifting Things and Pulling Cables Man! Fear me! They ran over my bloody foot with a forklift on my third day of work. But it's true. Tortoises always look grumpy. I checked. | | Saturday, September 17th, 2005 | | 3:10 am |
Nice like Jayne. Big like an Ant. Drunk in pubs. |
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