D&D test stolen from Bobby
by V.E. on September 26th, 2005
filed under quizzes/surveys
| Monk You scored 62 Holy, 59 Tactful, 82 Natural, and 35 Arcane! |
| Awkward at low levels, an unstoppable juggernaught at high levels, you are the monk. I think an honest attempt was made to make the kind of monks you always see in those awesome movies from China, but really, they came up with something pretty weird here. You are so in tune with the natural harmonies of this world that you can destroy *anything*… sure, you can hit for subdual damage, but where’s the fun in that? At the end of the battle the fighter wipes his sword clean of blood and resheaths it feeling pretty hard-core… until he looks over at you and sees you standing in a pile of maimed and unconscious bodies, completely unarmed, and entriely placid-faced… Fighter: “Well fought, Brother Learned Fist! Ha ha!” *said ill-at-ease* Monk: “There, in the trees… a baby morning dove just took it’s first flight while I was disembowleing this ogre with my quivering-toenail… so beautiful… or did you not notice?” Your main function in the party is to keep things a little awkward for everyone else. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Which D & D Class am I Test written by effataigus on Ok Cupid |
Snake Story is truly inspirational.
by V.E. on September 25th, 2005
filed under beauty, quizzes/surveys, writing
1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what’s the first thing you look at? My hair.
2. How much cash do you have on you? Hah… a five dollar bill and some change.
3 What’s a word that rhymes with “TEST”? Celeste.
4. Favorite plant? Cherry tree in bloom and oak tree forests in autumn.
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? Um, good question; I don’t know and I can’t check cause my phone is broken.
6. What is your main ring tone on your phone? Hilary Duff – Come Clean
7. What shirt are you wearing? A green and violet shirt that I ty-dyed last year during an event at Ben’s Underground.
8. Do you “label” yourself? Yes.
9. Name brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? Not wearing any. I hate shoes and wear them as little as possible.
10. Bright or Dark Room? Dark room.
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? I’m inspired by her relationship with her significant other.
12. Do you know what an 8-track is? Yes, Alison had an 8-track player in her first car.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? I don’t remember, so that means I was probably asleep.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say? “When was the last time you had your heart broken?”
15. Do you ever click on pop-ups or banners? Only when I’m reeeeeeeally bored.
16. What’s a saying that you say a lot? “Ciao.”
17.Who told you they loved you last? Rachel.
18. Last furry thing you touched? Um… the pillow Justin gave me for Christmas last year.
19. How many hours a week do you work? Too many.
20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? None; I don’t take pictures with traditional cameras anymore.
21. Favorite age you have been so far? Hmm, I really like age 20 thus far, but before that I really liked age 14.
22. Your worst enemy? Myself.
23. What is your current desktop picture? Captain Jack Sparrow.
24. What was the last thing you said to someone? I think it was, “Good night, Yager.” or something to that effect.
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to erase all of your regrets, what would you choose? Erase all my regrets, hands down.
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I love this icon.
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An excerpt from “Snake Story” by paul@sonofthesouth.net (Yes, it’s a true story.)
Conversations at such affairs were always interesting. The number one topic was always rain. There was always a need for more rain. The ranchers depended on rain for the grass that would fatten the cattle that would then be sold. Without rain, there would be no grass, and the ranchers would have to “feed”, which would eliminate any hope of any meaningful profit, or income. So, there was always a need for more rain. In addition to Ranchers, there were also Farmers around, who were keenly interested in rain as well. Unlike Ranchers, who simply always wanted more rain, the Farmers wanted rain, but needed it at the right time and in the right amount. Rain after planting was a good thing, but if it rained too much right before a harvest, the mud would keep the tractors out of the fields, and all would be lost. So sometimes everyone wanted rain, and sometimes disputes would break out between those who wanted rain this week, and those who needed it to stay dry for a few more weeks. I guess the bottom line is that you never had everyone happy at the same time. Suffice it to say that on this particular hot July day, everyone was in agreement. We needed rain.
I will never forget this particular day, this particular barbeque, and specifically this particular moment. The discussion on rain, and the calmness of the afternoon, was broken by a woman’s hysterical shriek: . . . . “RATTLESNAKE”. A woman who was walking into the front yard with her children spotted an enormous six foot rattlesnake at her feet coiled at the gate post.
At this instant mass hysteria broke out. Terrified women ran through the yard, trying to find their children. Men turned about in confusion, trying to determine where the snake was. Children ran to the front yard, trying to figure out what all the commotion was about. To sum it up, it was mass pandemonium. Women were crying, men were confused, and children were moving in to try and get a better look.
In the midst of the chaos and terror, the front screen door of the Cawley house suddenly burst open, and out stepped Big Jim Cawley, and Big Jim was packing a double barrel 12 gauge, with an extra box of shells. The sudden appearance of Mr. Cawley, and his associated firepower, had a calming effect on the crowd. Immediately, the crowd was silenced, and they began to separate, clearing a path for Jim. It was understood he would be shooting the snake, so everyone scooted back to give him a clear line of fire and unencumbered view of the monster. Women were clutching their children to ensure no one ran into the line of fire. All was quiet. Jim came in view of the snake. He slowly drew a bead on the terrible creature, and right at the time you were expecting to hear the report of the shotgun, you heard instead a voice in the crowd say firmly, “Wait”. Then the voice said, “Wait, that is no way to kill a snake”.
The voice was the voice of my Dad. My Dad shocked the crowd by interrupting what was expected to be a simple and clean kill to suggest that there was a better way to kill the snake. Now at this time, and at this place snakes were no laughing matter. A snake bite could mean serious injury or even death. Snakes killed pets, ranch animals and livestock. While today killing a snake might be considered politically incorrect, at this time, there was simply no other consideration. Snakes were dangerous and if you found one you killed it, and you killed it in the quickest most efficient manner possible. Rattlesnakes were terrible creatures, feared by women and despised by men.
So, there was no small confusion when my Dad interrupted Jim’s kill. People were whispering and muttering, “what does he mean?â€, “what better way could there be to kill a snake?â€, “has he gone crazy?†Anyway, as people stood there in confusion and amazement, my father stepped out of the crowd and approached the serpent.
The crowd gasped as he made his approach. Carefully he walked closer to the snake than any sane man would ever even consider. The crowd was in complete amazement. Everyone held their breath. They did not know whether to think him brave or crazy. Why would he risk his life with such a foolish stunt? As he made his final approach to the snake, my Dad slowly crouched down, and then when he was about 1 foot from the snake he made one quick cat-like pounce, and snatched the snake up by the tail. He then swung the snake around and around in a circular motion by the tail. The theory being if you kept the snake swinging around fast enough, the head would not be able to come around and bite you. Once he had the snake going around in this fashion, he calmly walked over to a large rock, and slammed the snake down on it. He then dusted off his hands and said, to the amazement of the crowd, “that, my friends, is how you kill a snake.â€
The people at the barbeque that day knew that they were in the presence of a great man. A man of courage, and a man of bravery. The rest of the evening was somewhat subdued. It was much quieter than a normal barbeque, and the evening ended much earlier than usual. I think it was because people were somewhat in awe of my Dad’s brave actions, and somewhat humbled by their own fear and panic in the face of the snake. Even years later, people never forgot my Dad’s bravery. When he appeared in town, people would point him out to small children, “There goes a very brave manâ€. Men would quietly tip their hat to him.
Over the course of time, my life has changed significantly from that hot West Texas afternoon. I left the ranch and went to college. I went to the University of Texas, and then on to Stanford. I became a successful researcher, executive, and entrepreneur. On this journey I faced many trials and challenges. Challenges, problems, and crisis that would terrify you, that would make you give up all hope, and that would rob you of your joy. Invariably when faced with such challenges, with such great fears, I would always go back to the day of that Barbeque, and remember that snake.
What I remember about that day more than anything else is the complete look of panic on the people’s faces. The terror in their eyes, and the fear in their voices. In my mind, the image is indelibly burned. It was the picture of utter and complete, undiluted fear. But in the crowd that day there were two people that were not afraid. There were two people who had no fear. The two people were me, and my Dad.
The reason that my Dad and I had no fear was that we had a secret. A secret that no one else knew. The secret was NOT that my dad had special snake expertise. The secret was NOT that my Dad was extra quick, or had ever done anything like that before. The secret that my Dad and I had was that we knew something no one else knew . . . we knew that the snake was already dead.
You see, in telling you the story of driving out to the Barbeque that day, I left out one critical fact, and that fact changes everything. Understanding that day, and understanding how I overcome fear requires you to know the fact. The fact is that about a quarter of a mile from the Cawley house we saw a huge six foot rattlesnake going across the road. My Dad ran over the snake right behind its head. It broke the snake’s neck, but did not break the skin. The snake was dead all right, but looked normal. My dad tossed the snake on the back bumper, and when we arrived at the barbeque, he discretely coiled the dead snake up by the gate post of the Cawley front yard.
Now one thing about a dead snake is that for several hours it will continue to twitch and move and rattle. The snake is dead, but reflexes and nerve endings remain active for several hours. So, at the point the snake was “found†by the guests, it was big and ugly and twitching and moving and rattling and threatening, but it was harmless. The snake was already dead, the snake was harmless, it had been crushed . . . but the people were terrified.
So, my question for you, my friend, is, what are you afraid of? What is it in your life that is robbing you of your joy. What is robbing you of peace? What is it that is keeping you from becoming the person God created you to be?
Discontentedness
by V.E. on September 24th, 2005
filed under personal, quizzes/surveys
List seven of your favorite songs of the moment in your journal and force seven other people to repeat this process.
Arjuna soundtrack – Cloe
Escaflowne soundtrack – No Need to Promise
*NSync – Sailing
Rimsky-Korsakov – Procession of the Nobles
Lynyrd Skynyrd – Simple Man
Paul Spaeth – Like Frost on the Dawn
Vanilla Sky soundtrack – Where Do I Begin?
And I am SO not tagging anyone. This tag thing is too much like grade school.
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I am feeling better physically. Not mentally. I’m discontented with my relationship with Bennett and with what transpired over the course of this week with the Kappas. I love my Kappas, but I was/am so upset about what happened that I couldn’t even go to bid night. I don’t want to get into it, but I need a hug. I’m just not happy right now. And to top it all off, my cell phone literally cracked in half. So, starting yesterday at like 4 PM Eastern time, I have no phone. I’m sorry if I don’t call you back if you call me, but I CAN’T. Bad things come in threes.
OMFG (in New York)
by V.E. on September 23rd, 2005
Dumb teen: Hey, look at this! It says “Train for jobs in beeyotch.”
Smarter teen: Fool! That word is biotech. Why you gotta be ignorant all your life?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*dies laughing*
I like this one, too:
Guy: This is going to sound awful but Ryan Gosling was really hot in that movie where he played the Nazi with the shaved head.
Girl: Yeah, he was a hot Nazi in that movie. A hotzi, if you will.
The USA… and Fulla?
The USA… and Fulla?by V.E. on September 22nd, 2005
filed under favorite, politics, sex
Favourite words
Favourite wordsby V.E. on September 22nd, 2005
filed under favorite, sexyamedeus, thoughts
Favourite words
by V.E. on September 22nd, 2005
filed under beauty, favorite, words
In no particular order. Feel free to add your own.
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commandeer, vicious, vanglorious, avast, alas, nestle, whittle, schism, diminuendo, perfection, apothecary, verve, rainbow, pebble, krakatoa, protozoa, tact, zealous, disheveled, epiphany, tempest, sanguine, sabine, sigma, omega, oriental, compact, doorway, steel, stones, pensive, melancholy, mischievous, nostalgia, dwell, passion, itadakemasu, visceral, rhythm, sequoia, ladle, emergence, aviary, wing, immortal, feckless, hooves, sanctity, ampersand, bitter, teetotaler, engage, gilded, embrace, plunge, whorehouse, vice, violence, virtue, snowfall, bayonet, discus, squirrel, worthy, convicted, corset, autumn, chimera, envy, craven, gambit, vespertine, baroque, credo, grok, equivocal, lithe, macabre, vandal, tycoon, bane, maleficent, magnificent, lascivious, writhing, xanthous, pavid, pallid, maven, denouement, shade, smudge, skry, belladonna, succinct, inevitable, substandard, mahogany, fritter, persnickety, peruse, vendetta
In general, I tend to like ‘v’, ‘s’, and ‘t’ words. In that order.
I like ‘v’ words because they’re sex words; they roll off my tongue and make me think about tying someone down and having my way with them. And that includes my own name. *grin* Now you know what I think about when you call my name.
I like ‘s’ words because they’re slick. It’s like hissing, but better.
I like ‘t’ words because they’re powerful when I say them. With ‘t’ it’s not so much that the word STARTS with the letter, but that it’s in there so that I can bring my hand down on it when I say it. Like ‘immorTAL’ or ‘immorTaliTy’. Get it?
