ANOTHER Self-Quiz?
Well, this one is probably the least serious of all of them that have passed through Dear Diary recently, I got this from Fury22’s entry of earlier today ( Fury22 ), who in turn stumbled across it in Hidingbehindmyself’s Diary. We really should do a whisper down the lane thing here, where everybody keeps track of the entire line of sources of a game or quiz. I tell you, I wish I could find the person who originally introduced “Snood” to Dear Diary. That little black hole of a game has eaten my life whole without even stopping to spit out the seeds. But I digress….
So there is this peculiar site called “Dada” that has a peculiar little test that I have no idea how to describe. Others have taken it. So I, allowing my lemming genes to express themselves, jumped off the cliff and took it too. My results:
Your secret name is Ezekiel.
The animal which symbolizes you is taipan.
The color of your soul is I-MAC-a-riffic.
The celebrity you most resemble is Tito Fuente.
Your special pain or illness is retinal detatchment.
Your most important time of day is the witching hour.
The shape of your life is the shape of your mother.
And the flavor which identifies you most is ketchup .
I wonder if they meant “tapir” instead of “taipan” for the animal that symbolizes me. I think “taipan” means “Supreme leader” or something like that, which I suppose could be mistaken for an animal in certain, unnamed instances. And if the color of my soul is I-MAC-a-riffic, I’m killing myself.
The Professor’s plane arrived half an hour late, at twenty-after-midnight. His luggage arrived promptly in the baggage return though, traffic was light, and the cops were otherwise occupied, so we were home by 1:30. Six a.m. came far too early this morning. When I got up, The Professor had not yet gone to bed. The kitten damaged more than I realized in his room – two more pins are missing from his board, and The Professor’s Lenin banner has pulls in it.
Indeed, Clueless Wonder Jr. is persona non grata at the moment. Clueless Wonder Sr. is growling and hissing at her, the Warrior Princess is taking pre-emptive swings at her, The Professor locked her in the bathroom last night … even I hit her with a few good spritzes from the water bottle when she started heading for food dishes other than her own.
The Professor is understandably excited and enthusiastic about his full time status this semester. Even if it is just a temporary thing, this was exactly the reassurance he needed that he was on the right track. I’m thrilled for him, of course, but privately I’m a bit disappointed that he probably won’t have any evening classes this semester. I’d come to like having one or two nights on my own to use as I liked. I love The Prof dearly, but he can be so clingy sometimes. Unless he’s caught up in one of his projects, he wants to spend evenings doing things with me. It’s simultaneously flattering and stifling. I can only hope that, since he’s going to have far less free time on his hands as well he’ll also have projects that need doing in the evening, setting me free to do bill paying and the like as necessary.
We’re having two of my favorite people over tomorrow (no, I’m not just saying that because I know you’re reading this, Man-who-uses-forty-foot-ladders-to-hang-birdhouses). I’ve planned for easy – boiled lobster, corn on the cob, some other vegetable that I haven’t figured out yet, and a trip to my favorite local water ice supplier for dessert. We plan to go out mini-golfing and maybe mini-car racing (something I’ve never done but looks like fun). MWUFFLTHB and the Texas Elf beat The Professor and I at Trivial Pursuit last time we were all in the same place at the same time, so I’m hoping to even the score with miniature golf. Knowing how I play miniature golf, though, that isn’t likely.
And if I don’t get some work done here soon, I’ll never be able to find my desk again.