perfectionist with a god complex
Here is the result of your ACL 400 Point Purity Test.
You answered “yes” to 218 of 400 questions, making you 45.5% sexually pure (54.5% sexually corrupt); that is, you are 45.5% pure in the sex domain.
Your Weirdness Factor (AKA Uniqueness Factor) is 34%, based on a comparison of your test results with 81267 other submissions for this test.
The average purity for this test is 65.1%.
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so i didn’t pay the cable bill and it got disconnected, no big deal really, i can read, i can go online.
BUT… it’s a race weekend (formula one, need to see if ferarri can keep up their winning ways) and tuesday is the gilmore girls/smallville season finale.
what to do, what to do?
i’m off to see my tattoo artist in the morning, i’m feeling the calling… time for more ink, it’s going to big, it’s going to be elaborate, it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.
the list of things i’m going to do this evening, now that i have no cable…
1. finish designing the new ink
2. finish watching welcome to collinwood
3. get back to the richard brautigan
not that i did anything all day. my boss comes back on monday and she’s going to have a shit fit, she expects to find 3 whole campaign completed, i had no copy, so i did nothing.
i’ve been trolling for links of interest and minding has been driftng a lot to my physical relationship with victoria (side track, in illusions: the adventures of a reluctant messiah, there was a trick to opening a book the page you wanted, just by what you’re thinking, i think what’s going through my mind, has affected my choices)
from nerve (in 2 parts)
Baby Got Back I and the conclusion and this delicious tidbit from tristan taormino about her birthday celebration
i keep reminding myself that may is national masturbation month and i should be doing something for the cause, but it’s become so functional, it’s just no fun. sigh.
on to the real news to distract myself…
more from the dictatorial bush clan (jeb not ‘W’ this time) and another nail in the coffin of women’s rights under the current administration.
but wait there is hope for the girls
and more new math
a more personal look a the jayson blair story
going to find something to read or do, to distract myself.
be back later.
o the pig (term of endearment, i swear) had a tarot reading this week and i am her knight of wands (or so she says) and it may not necessarily be a good thing, but i’m wondering how much faith to put into it. she also had a pyschic reading done about two years ago that said we would get back together (yeah, right! not very likely). and just for the record she is a queen of coins reversed.all of this is apropos of nothing, i saw a post on another blog about tarot cards and it came to mind.
doing some research i can’t actually deny that i was any of the things that the knight of wands represents. i think i’ve changed, age brings reason.
to which end:
for a while in my life, i believed that i was living in a hit soap opera (or daytime drama as the PC police have now deemed) somewhere in the south pacific, of late i think the show has been given a new lease on life. worse yet, i think it’s sweeps week.
thankfully all these dramatic plot developments don’t involve me directly, neither am i the catalyst, i just sit and watch all it all unfold around me. i used to enjoy the dramas when i was younger, but i’m realising it takes too much time and energy.
the story is far too complicated for me to attempt to start explaining now, but sufficed to say at some point, i’m going have to choose a side and i’m not looking forward to it.
i so don’t want to be at work today, my throat is sore, i’m sleepy, but off all the days i can ditch work, today might be the worse. i realised how much i didn’t want to be here, i left the power cable for my machine at home, that means with conservative use, i can hold out til lunch time on battery power. that means no dvds, no music and no more long and meandering posts like this.
and i feel fine.
the moon is setting as i come through the gate, the yard is still well lit and it is the culmination of a lovely night. when i was leaving home the skys were overcast and i thought i would miss the eclipe, but the sky cleared and from a hillock in cascade i got to witness the wonder of nature. i watched the eclipse in the company of some really good folks and i even got over the flaky behaviour.
tonight was good night, full of the intellectual stimuli that i truly enjoy, i flitted like a hummingbird from conversation to conversation, books, movie, sexuality. it was great, the only person missing was victoria, i love hearing her talk, her opinions, her voice.
i love this woman for so many reasons.
i should get some sleep, it’s close to 2am and i still have work in the morning, but i am so psyhced, i feel good.
i’m going to get some sleep and take this through the day with me tomorrow.
thank you and good night.
later today, ‘life in the cane belt’ the soap opera that is my life.
ok, after a couple attempts at pasting the entire article and failing miserably, here is the link
WSJ.com – Shirk Ethic: How to fake a Hard Day at the Office
a truly horrendous waste of time and bandwith – UVA Computer Science Star Links courtesy grammargirl
for those of you that don’t understand, there is no customer service in trinidad. none, none, none whatsoever, so my triumph is much sweeter. the fact that i got tstt and kfc to bend to my will is truly a testatment to how determined i can be. the problem with focussing my energies on santo domingo, is that these people hold my life in their hands and if they decide to be vindictive i’m screwed.
i called vic and her sage advice i’m going to the soiree. vic on the other hand is darkness, a tornado having touched down in her fair town, if the weather clears she’s going to try to catch the lunar eclipse tonight. i miss her so much, these are the moments that are meant to be shared. i may run home early and call and watch with her.
fare they well, i’m off til later.
i feel good. sometimes you have to take joy in life’s little pleasures. it was the high point of an all together bleech day.
i went to the canadian high commission today and was told either i need to find my father (who has to be resident in canada) and get him to sponsor me or take the skilled immigrant test. i score 64 out of a possible 100, pass mark is 75. so i can’t immigrate unless there is a canadian company willing to hire me (and prove there are no canadians that can’t be hired to do the job.)
i also spent the afternoon watching babershop, there are some disctinct advantages having a computer with a dvd drive. tomorrow is the last day of such entertainments, my boss is back from her shoot on monday. sigh.
i haven’t gotten to talk to vic much today and i may not tonight because i have a farewell shindig to attend, i’m going because the person that’s leaving is my friend, the host on the other hand are some of the rude fuckers that let me stagger home drunk a couple of weeks ago. [note to self, not getting drunk tonight.]
as i’m sitting here, i’m pondering about going to this shindig, how am i getting there, how am i getting home? these kind of questions, do i want to waste my precious time with people i don’t like when i could be talking to my wife? decisions, decisions, decisions.
while i think about it, the news in brief:
is it just me or is this worrying?
and i sit here and re-edit this post, i am savouring the taste of free KFC, on our little rock it’s 30 minutes or free delivery, so i’m enjoying the fruits of their tardiness.
i won my war of attrition with the phone company today and anyone who has ever dealt with the likes of a monopoly like tstt, knows how good it feels. there are two phones in my house and they both work perfectly. yes. now i just need to pay the cable bill.
sigh. i just walked in the door, i’m going to change, i’ll be back with a recap of the days news.