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At first thought, I think for me:
Portishead - Dummy
Frank Black - Teenager of the Year
Bongwater - Power of Pussy
Camper Van Beethoven - Key Lime Pie
Nina Hagen - Nunsexmonkrock
Massive Attack - Mezzanine
Mr. Bungle - California
On my waiting list:
Pink Martini - Hang on Little Tomato
Peter Bjorn and John - Writer's Block
Your Score: Eeyore
You scored 16 Ego, 16 Anxiety, and 11 Agency!
"Do you know what A means, little Piglet?"
"No, Eeyore, I don't."
"It means Learning, it means Education, it means all
the things that you and Pooh haven't got. That's what A means."
"Oh," said Piglet again. "I mean, does it?" he
explained quickly.
"I'm telling you. People come and go in this Forest,
and they say, 'It's only Eeyore, so it doesn't count.' They
walk to and fro saying 'Ha ha!' But do they know anything about
A? They don't. It's just three sticks to them. But to the
Educated--mark this, little Piglet--to the Educated, not
meaning Poohs and Piglets, it's a great and glorious A.
You scored as Eeyore!
ABOUT EEYORE: Eeyore lives in his own thistley corner of the forest and wonders why people don't come to visit him more often. He is master of the Guilt Trip, and is always gently forgiving his visitors for neglecting him. Eeyore considers himself to be smarter than the other inhabitants of the Hundred Acre Wood, and is often exasperated by their habit of having adventures and general merriment.
WHAT THIS SAYS ABOUT YOU: You are an anxious person, and you tend to expect the worst. Your friends find you somewhat cynical at times, because you have found that it is best to expect disappointment. You often feel unappreciated by the people you work with, but you rarely actually try and do anything to change that fact.
Your close friends admire you more than you think they do. They wish that you would learn to stop worrying so much and actually start trying to fix what is bothering you. If something is making you unhappy... change it!
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I quite like this song as well, kind of reminds me of late 80's/early 90's
Watch this two minute short. It's worth your time.
Of all the organisms, I could have gotten. I received a relatively easy one:
Hepatitis B
So, I have a lot of bookmarks on my web browser for Hepatitis B. Add to this the fact that I bookmarked some "2 girls, one cup" stuff to show Greg. Anyone looking at my bookmarks would assume that I have a feces obsession that gave me hepatitis. Quite a little story my bookmarks tell.
I've since changed them and now they say that I bank online and am thinking about getting a Tivo.
It didn't really bother me that much, but it was pure disgusting and I think it is the most disgusting thing on the Internet (that is still legal). (Animal cruelty is by far more disgusting as well as many crimes against others).
I just wonder, is that it? Have I reached the bottom of what is disgusting?
I showed it to Greg and he said, "Why are you showing this to me?" I just thought it was nice to get it out of the way. Now you've seen the most disgusting thing there is and you survived it. Everything else is a piece of cake. You're welcome little Greg...you're welcome.
He just came in and said that he imagines certain aspects of 2 girls and 1 cup to be fake. He then said that he has to think that to get through the rest of his life.
- Mood:
nauseated
She immediately said, "Where's the cocktail waitress? Get me the cocktail waitress and keep her coming. I get a mighty thirst going on."
I barely prevented myself from saying, "Are you sure you're not confusing thirst with the DT's?"
The worst is when one of these thirsty people don't get a drink within 2 minutes. I have to hear about their outrage like I've just personally crushed the head of their puppy.
It is by far the most enigmatic David Lynch film ever. There is way too much going on in it to keep your head straight. At one point, the main character even says something to the effect that time is so screwed up and it is a total mind f**k. It really is.
Time and reality are concepts absent from this film. That is the case with Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive as well, but this is 47 times worse (or better, depending on how you look at it). It reminds me a little bit of the structure of a Maya Deren surrealist film with the ease that is slips from one reality to another.
OK, actually, the first hour is pretty much linear, but the next two hours (that's right, it's three hours long) are very much non-linear.
That being said, I like the film. I like the subjective puzzle of it. That's why I like David Lynch films, but this puzzle is damn hard.
Anyway, watch it, dear reader, and we can debate.
"Your email id won you 250,000,00 pounds and a toyota yaries car. Contact him with your personal information."
Yay!! A toyota yaries car!! I will contact "him" right away.
If I do it again, I could be fired.
Why not? It's cheap and kind of fun to do such a test at home. The test has all kinds of time restrictions: Hold hand down at side for 5 minutes, hold hand down for 30 seconds after sticking, put blood in hole within 3 minutes, wait three minutes but not more than 4, pull tab wait for 15 minutes. It's crazy.
So, I stick my finger and to my surprise...no pain whatsoever. I felt nothing and I was bleeding. So I go to put blood in the circle of the test and I just have a tiny drop. Barely enough to even wet the surface. So, I squeeze and squeeze for another drop. Unfortunately, the "circle" is concaved, when I touch it with my finger I just spread it around. I get blood everywhere but in the damn circle. It's on the table, my shirt, and my hands look like I just killed someone and chopped them into bits. The damn little circle though is rather pristinely clean, mocking me.
I eventually get it all in and wait the appropriate amount of time and the results are kind of low, 136. So, they are highly suspect.
I recommend this test for an unusual time, but not for accurate results.
So, ha ha, the joke is on you.
I'm taking up space on your friends page quite rudely with pictures I took with a crappy $10 digital camera.
When I took the pictures, it was quite random what would come out. Sometimes the camera would take the picture and sometimes it would just act like it and there was no view finder. I loved it, but alas grew tired of its antics.
blackjack, cheese, dvds, eating, food, recipes, sophistication, thinking, writing
OK, things I imagine I did put in there are blackjack, cheese, eating, thinking and maybe writing (although I'm not sure about writing even).
Where the hell did recipes, food, dvds and sophistication come from? Sophistication? That blows my mind. I would have never put that in there. There are so many things that can mean for one. Do I like to use fallacious arguments or am I uppity snob?
Does LJ have some sort of automatic entry thing, that puts it in there?
Or did I really put that there? What was I thinking?
By the way, whenever I think of the word "sophistication", I always think of a woman drinking a glass of wine from the proper glass. Oh, and there is always a cheese plate near by. What do you think of?
So, I went up to Greg and said, "Look," I held my two big toes together for comparison, "my big toe is swollen."
He looked down and asked, "which one?"
"Are you serious?" I was so hurt. I feel like my one big toe is freakishly bigger. I personally can never tell when someone has a swollen finger or foot or whatever, so I was quite proud that I could see the swelling. (Oh yeah, I'll make a great nurse).
So Greg says, "Sometimes one side is bigger than the other." He then begins to flip me off with both fingers. "See, one of my fingers is bigger than the other."
I cursorily studied them, then dismissed it with a "well, not really".
"No really," he said almost angrily, then flipping me off harder. "This one is bigger," he moved his right birdie closer.
Actually, I could tell quite easily. One finger was insanely bigger than the other one. I just didn't want the focus to be on how freakish Greg was, but rather on my big toe's miserable plight.
( Click here to see me make a fool of myself. )
"Now...I'm from Beverly Hills," he replied without an ounce of remorse.
"Where were you from before?"
"Chicago," he said.
"Chicago?" I feigned interest. "That's quite a change."
"Yeah, it's quite different," he admitted.
"So, where do you like better: Chicago or Beverly Hills?"
"I like Chicago for the city, but Beverly Hills for the weather."
"So, what makes Beverly Hills a bad city?"
"I have to say the people," he paused. "They're just so fake and possessed by material goods. Why does a woman that makes $20,000 a year, need an $1,800 purse?"
I nodded. "I have to agree with you, but I have to say that you are living in the absolute epicenter of this way of thinking." I paused, "I hope you don't mind me asking but what possessed you to move there?"
"Oh, well, I'm a plastic surgeon, it really is the best place for my profession."
