The Force Is Strong With This One

which Episode II character are you?



Probably the greatest Jedi Knight of all. Like Obi Wan, you are wise and keep your feet on the ground at all times. You will not be outsmarted by anyone. You are always faithful to your friends. Be careful though, danger lurks around every corner - you could even be betrayed by those closest to you.



Heh. Am I cool or what?

Mostly or what ^_^

Don't mind me, I've had three and a half cups of coffee and a large serving of Mountain Dew *runs 'round and 'round in circles on jittery legs* >^D

Because You're Curious

Hey, Everyone Else Is Doing It

The Survey of Doom:

Five phrases you use (incessantly? ;^p) :

001. "Swell!"
002. "And?" (or "Yeah, and?")
003. "Be afraid. Be very afraid."
004. "Ex-cell-ent!" ( + obligatory air guitar)
005. "Is that like (insert action/thing) only different?" (As, "Is that like shaving a two-headed yak, only different?")

Five songs you know all the words to, even without the music:

001. Coming Around Again - Carly Simon
002. Edgecrusher - Fear Factory
003. That's Entertainment - Judy Garland (hah! I know every single word! >^D)
004. Falling For The First Time - Barenaked Ladies
005. The Way You Make Me Feel - Michael Jackson

Five albums that changed your life: (?? How about the ones that I forced to fit my own personal definition of life, instead?)

001. Rhythm of the Saints - Paul Simon
002. Demanufacture - Fear Factory
003. Brand New Day - Sting
004. Us - Peter Gabriel
005. Bad - Michael Jackson


Five of your favorite songs:

001. With Arms Wide Open - Creed
002. Proof - Paul Simon
003. Anything by Michael Jackson (as long as it isn't HIStory :^P)
004. Freedom or Fire - Fear Factory
005. Dreaming - BT (Brian Transeau)


Five things you want to do before you die:

001. SURF!! *Cue the Beach Boys, turned up as loud as the stereo permits*
002. See Colorado (don't ask me why, but I do.)
003. take out a loan for an impossibly large sum, spend it all, and then die, forcing the bank into financial collapse >^D
004. publish that anthology my mom is always pestering me about
005. meet Michael Turner

Five things you cannot stand:

001. BRITNEY SPEARS. GAH >_< =^P
002. people who bitch about religious tolerance while offering none in return
003. having my possessions stolen or otherwise misused
004. getting popcorn stuck in my teeth
005. oh yeah, um BRITNEY SPEARS =^P

Five things you are wearing this second:

001. A "See Saudi Arabia" T-shirt (seriously. Got it from Kahn back during Desert Storm ;^P)
002. gold chains (from Thailand, no less. Prized possession? You betcha ^_^)
003. blue scrunchie
004. (chipped) nail polish
005. jeans (+ underpants)

Five things you'd buy with one thousand dollars: nope. Let's make that "ONE" thing I'd buy with one thousand dollars and call it a custom-built MK II arcade machine ^_^

Five things you can't live without:
001. air
002. food
003. water
004. sleep
005. coffee (this last is NOT negotiable ;^D)

Five of your favorite places to eat: I don't eat out much, so there. =^P

Good Morning, Mr. Anderson

Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid



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Which Sailor Scout are you?

Which means I'm friends with that unicorn thingum, how swell is that? *Is happy*. Oddly enough, that's the first time I've ever tested out as the cute fuzzy one of some group ^^; I do have a fuzzy side, it just doesn't pop out that often. Some people have a way of turning me into a great big pile of fluff, and some people rub me the wrong way. Mostly, people see all that fluff, mistake it for spines, and leave me the heck alone. But once you get to know me I'm all cuddly and stuff.

(Be afraid, Jaz, be very afraid ;^D *Has plans to ambush and hug couz as soon as she resurfaces.*)

Off-topic, I love The Matrix, so I'm excited about an associate's plans for it :^)
I saw Carrie-Ann Moss in that film, and my chin hit the floor. Not because she's a stunner, tho' she is. And not because she's a good actress, though Elders know she is.

She looks--and sounds--exactly as I picture Princess Kitana. I sh*t you not. In my fanfic, she is the image in my head. Mileena, by the way, looks like Jennifer Connelly. If both starlets gained, say, twenty pounds and/or a cup-size (which is ten of that twenty right there), those'd be the Twins. I'm weird, don't'cha love me? :^D

By the by, for you Earth Realm supporters, Linda Hamilton as she looked in Terminator 2 would be my Sonya, and Wesley Snipes is my Jax :^D Johnny Cage, I dunno. I was thinking maybe Dolph Lundgren, but that might be overkill ;^D

More later when I can think of it, I'm hyped just now because I actually have the house to myself for the first time in roughly three months, which means I'm typic ficcy like a thing possessed ^_^

Later, all :^)

Mwa-hahahahaha

And Stuff

Nothing much to see here, just a quiz result ;^P






What Type of Villain are You?

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Woo! I'm Mister Glass (Elijah) ! WOO! ^_^

I'm A Workaholic When I'm On The Floor

Prospects

I could be employed soon. *Crosses fingers, then uncrosses them to type*. Minimum-wage and all, but that's fine, I can handle being a wage mage ;^D Primarily since if I snag this job, I can get my hair and nails done for free at the place across the street. Which means airbrushed acyrilc claws =^D Wooo! *Dances*. Job itself is an easy bit of fluff--there will be time, lots of time, for ficcy and every other thing which occupies one's leisure interests :^D

The benefits here are serious. I get my hands on the app tomorrow, if all goes well ^_^

Other than that, I have a new pair of shoes. ^_^ COMFORTABLE shoes. If you were me, with short, rather wide feet, you would understand the magnitude of that statement--I've never had a pair of shoes that felt good right out of the box. Not ever in nineteen years. And these did. In a word: solid! ^_^ (Which, btw, is the same thing as "swell" ;^) )

Oh, I also caught an advance showing of Undercover Brother. That's where my new imood name comes from ;^) It's a good movie--borderline offensive, but gut-bustingly funny. Worth matinee` rate. In short: Undercover Brother does for Shaft what Austin Powers did for James Bond. What it is, peeps, what it is ^_^

Later y'all :^D

Grrr! :P

Okay, don't spaz on me now, little blog, when everything has been going so well *pleads with it* :^(

...Gah. Dratted edit button >=^P

Headblind

Did You See That?


Have you ever had something on the edge of your peripheral vision, only to have it inexplicably vanish when you look directly at it? I get that with car keys a lot. Maybe there really are wizards out there, playing tricks on those of us who have no magic of our own.

...The thought struck me last night, somewhere in between Reindeer Games and the chicken sandwhich I had for dinner: the world of Harry Potter is actually one massive clique. Their entire universe is divded between the "nice" people, (who have magic) and "those" people, who don't.

It's high-school. Or a soap-opera. Or a high-school soap-opera. As much as I like it--as much as I adore Harry, Ron and crew--it is. Or rather, that's what it's become, thanks to Goblet of Fire. Go read that and tell me it isn't like a script for a teen soap-opera. >_<

That's the other thing, and it's probably why GoF wasn't as good as it should have been: it's written for the eleven-to-fifteen age-set. That means just enough violence to get by, and no tension of any other sort whatsoever. There are attempts at it, sure, but...ehhh. *Tires of the train of thought.*

Uhh, just so I don't get mangled, I like Harry Potter and my statements come out of nothing but respect and disillusionment for how JKR handled the latest volume. Err, yeah. ^^;

The movie's out now. Finally. =^D Those Quidditch scenes are the bomb, aren't they? I love how they handled the Golden Snitch, that could have come off looking so cheap but they actually made it work. That, and the scene (much later) with the flying keys. Proof that dynamic computer-animation is improving by leaps and bounds, which means the FX for the next installment can only be even better. I don't care if it's a few years down the road, I can't wait to see what it might look like in Prisoner of Azkaban when they hitch a ride on that griffin. *Is highly excited* Wheee! *Bounce bounce* ^_^

Only complaint: give us a longer movie! Titanic *gag choke retch @ Leo D. * proved that eleven-year-olds can sit through a three-hour film!

*As a zombie* GIIIIVE USSSSS MORRE FILLLLMMM!

FILLLLM! FILLLLLLLLLLLMMM!

Uh, yeah, anyway. ^^;

Catlady's car is finally repaired and ready to go =^D Next step is to get her ready to go.

*As Katie Hepburn* Fare thee well and goodbye, don't call us we'll call you, you were fabulous as a guest, dahling, but we'd really rather you not live here anymore, really. *Waves byebye before bouncing Catlady out on her backside* ;^D

Despite the torture which is uni, Couz is working on her site some :^) The MK pages are starting to appear. :^D

Catch y'all on the flipside :^)

Temperamental

And Other Things I'm Not

A Keirsey personality whatsis? Oooh, I've seen that thingum in bookstores before!

As mom put it, I come from the ancient tribe of "Iwanna-wanna Metoo Metoo" ;^D so I answered a free version of the same sorter and this is what I got:

(Additional comments of my own are in italics ;^p)

I am an ISTJ:

ISTJs are often called inspectors. They have a keen sense of right and wrong, especially in their area of interest and/or responsibility. They are noted for devotion to duty. Punctuality is a watchword of the ISTJ. The secretary, clerk, or business(wo)man by whom others set their clocks is likely to be an ISTJ.

As do other Introverted Thinkers, ISTJs often give the initial impression of being aloof and perhaps somewhat cold.

Actually, "heartless" is how I've had it described to me before.

Effusive expression of emotional warmth is not something that ISTJs do without considerable energy loss.

Read: if I'm actually jumping up and down when I greet you, you must be doing something right ;^)

ISTJs are most at home with "just the facts, Ma'am." They seem to perform at highest efficiency when employing a step-by-step approach. Once a new procedure has proven itself (i.e., has been shown "to work,")the ISTJ can be depended upon to carry it through, even at the expense of their own health.

Personal Theme Song: "The Workaholic" by 2Unlimited. Seriously, it is. And I'm damned proud of it too. =^D

ISTJs are easily frustrated by the inconsistencies of others, especially when the second parties don't keep their commitments.

*Grrrr* people who don't even talk to me for four months and then expect me to be happy to see them (*cough* my father *cough*) *Grrrr*

But they usually keep their feelings to themselves unless they are asked. And when asked, they don't mince words.

And I quote: "You paid how much for that dress? Lady, they screwed you over good." =^P

Truth wins out over tact. The grim determination of the ISTJ vindicates itself in officiation of sports events, judiciary functions, or an other situation which requires making tough calls and sticking to them.

Beta-reading, anyone?

SJ orientation draws the ISTJ into the service of established institutions. Home, social clubs, government, schools, the military, churches -- these are the bastions of the SJ. "We've always done it this way" is often reason enough for many ISTJs. Threats to time-honored traditions or established organizations (e.g., a "run" on the bank) are the undoing of SJs, and are to be fought at all costs.

Do not mess with my domestic routines. Should you do so, I cannot guarantee your personal safety, nor your continued sanity. *Smiles beatifically*.

So I'm a stick in the mud. I've also been called that at parties. Often. Which is rather odd, considering that if you give me enough champagne I'm the first one to table-dance. >^D If I had to pick personal standards (and this is without help from the test), I'd say pretty much the following:

"Work hard, play hard."

"Use it up, wear it out, make it do or go without."

Or, as handed to me by my favorite fic-author of long ago (regarding the "good old days"): "It was all simple and right then." ;^D

*Blink blink* Come to think of it, no wonder I tested out as Elrond :^D

In other news: stepdad says no Mustang--not yet. He wants me to get a dependable four-on-the-floor workhorse car before I go chasing after the automotive equivalent of a hot piece of ass. ;^D Which is really more in line with my own philosophy anyway. It's just--damn, that's a sexy little car! RRrrrrRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRR =^D If things go well, and I mean like really, really well financially-speaking, he says I can get a more dependable car and then get something fast and cute to play with. ;^D Something that would seriously PURRRRRRrrrRRRR at stoplights ^_^

If I had something like that to look forward to, I might actually want a driver's license.

Actually, I do want a license, but a small thing called "reality" has prevented me from getting in any driving-practice. Seriously, it's been one thing after another. Here, let me outline the last three months for you:

First, stepdad started working nights. Then it was the meetings I volunteered for (those are still going on, but I have the next two Tuesdays off, YAY! :^) ). Then Catlady moved into our house. Then Tenchinator had surgery, and got stapled back together. (The three days during which I got no sleep whatsoever, I think some of you remember that ;^) ). Then the staples had to be removed. Added to this I have to eat, sleep, clean all the laundry in a five-person household, and maintain something like a social life both on-and-offline. I'm telling you, there is no time left for driving.

Note: I'm not being whiny, I'm bragging. I like things this way. *Is immensely satisfied* ^_^

Here's one from that movie Phenomenon with John Travolta, in response to the ever-popular "But why?" :

*Exasperated* "Because it gives me something to do, Nate!"

*As Celine Dion* And that's the way it is...

Later, folkies :^D

Don't Mind Me

Just juggling the stuff in my sidebar ;^)

The Competitor

Trusting the Klenotian'

Klenotian', by the way, are the 25 card-signs Edenians use to interperet the future. "Tarot For Dummies" on steroids. Uhh, I mean that in a good way ;^p

Where do I get most of this stuff? I dream some of it. Only in the dream, they're books, yeah? (I made them cards so the parallel to tarot would be more deliberate. ;^p) Like in a secondhand bookstore, and the symbols are on the covers. Some of them, anyway.

I saw the Competitor: footracer, a male Atalanta, only there are no distractions in his way. There is nothing to stop him. He will outrun everything that dogs his steps and emerge the victor.

Funny how my inner dreamlife is all about the representation of action, and not action itself. Did I tell you about my "walk" in the Endor forest two nights ago?
Err, that's what I call it anyway. No Ewoks or anything, but the trees are huge and stately like that (aren't they redwoods or something in real life?) and the whole place is shrouded in soothing mist. It was an easy, enjoyable, rain-scented walk that led to an outdoor ampitheater (sp? don't care how it's spelled at the moment) where they gave a performance of some play or other that does not exist on Earth, a thing equal parts Shakespeare and Saturday-morning cartoon. I woke up feeling great, with that lazy hapiness that comes from remembering something you enjoyed very much.

Then I came downstairs. Damned if the bathroom wasn't covered in cat piss. So guess who got to clean it all up?

This is getting just a bit ridiculous. I understand that cats are territorial animals, and that our boarder's cat is desperate to establish dominance in the house, but this is pathetic. I mean, I shouldn't have to haul out the Lysol and hose the bathroom with iodine soap everytime I come down to use the toilet. It's not like I'm asking for miracles here. To be able to walk around in my own house without stepping in puddles of animal urine would be nice. *Is livid.* Lucky for that thing it's already been neutered, or I'd've been sorely tempted to do something drastic.

< as Nangla > : *Flexes arms, showing blade* Here kitty, kitty, kitty...

Ehh, more later. If I feel like it, which I doubt. Plus it's Sunday which means, thank you-know-who, I get to get out of this zoo for an afternoon, so I'll be gone.

Catch you peeps later :^)