Just to shake things up a little. Quiz day doesn't always have to be on Friday, eh? Eh?

( a big ole buttload of quizzies )

A day late, a dollar short, and I don't care, yippee tai yai yay!

( quizlets )

Let's shake it up a bit and do this on Thursday instead of Friday, especially since I didn't do it at all last week.

( yahoodle )

It's still Friday, so I'm posting this quiz I burgled from polypolyglot.

( I vhant to beeee alunnnn! )

I feel irritated, yet I have no clue as to why. Maybe it's because the Father Unit said he needed to take a nap 3 hours ago, but he's still staggering about the house like a homeless wino. Or maybe it's because Uncle Michael called with some flimsy story trying to get Aunt Tudi and me to rush home. I told him that it wasn't going to happen, that we'd rushed back home early too many times in the past and I'm not having it this time. Maybe it's because Aunt Tudi is keen on going out to get Mexican food when all I want to do is stay in and eat cheese grits.

I dunno. My mood is beyond sour. I want to go find an unruly child and kick it in the ribs. If we rushed home, I'm sure I could find Colby for my child-bootin' festivities. He deserves a few swift kicks anyway.

Here are some quizzes, courtesy of msmoon and popfiend. Maybe I should go take a nap or something now.

( quiz x3 )

First, I want to declare that canned crab meat tastes like San Diego's ass water mixed with the unwashed juices emitting from an aged French whore. I will not attempt that again, nay nay nay.

Now that I have that out of the way, I can continue with my happy little post.

Aunt Tudi and I hit the road a little before 9 this morning and got to the Father Unit's shortly after 12. All we've done since is pretty much chitchat with each other while Aunt Tudi and the Father Unit play some sort of Roy Rogers pinball game from their childhood. The Stepmother Unit is with her mother in Irmo yucking it up for Easter, but the Father Unit couldn't accompany her because he had surgery on Monday and isn't recovered enough to travel. So here we are. This is the first Spring holiday I've spent with him since 1974. Whoa.

We're having tilapia for dinner. Why have I just recently started hearing about tilapia, like in the past couple of years? Was it called something else before that or is it a newly discovered edible fish? Or am I just ignorant?

Speaking of ignorance, I've decided that Shmoop is an idiot savant. She is so incredibly stupid in so many areas, but shines through in others. Actually, I think she believes she is a dog. She wants to eat dog food, she fights the dogs for their treats (especially Pupcorns), and she fetches. Her catly skills are sadly lacking and I do fear for her wellbeing when she's outside because, really, the cat doesn't have sense god gave a toenail. The last time we left the ladies at home to come down to the Father Unit's, we returned to find that Shmoop had shut herself and Motley up in the bathroom. Via the cunning methods of deduction, I surmised that they'd been trapped in there for around 12 hours. So, this time, I've blocked the door so she can't do that again, but they can still have access to the litter pan.

I'm seriously considering going to watch Pirates of the Caribbean on the Father Unit's gigantic TV. I'm not really all that fond of the movie, but I'd love to see Johnny Depp in pirate drag on a large screen. Surely that will give me nice dreams tonight. God knows I could use them.

Right now, I'm wrapped up in one of the Father Unit's long-sleeved shirts. Both the FU and Aunt Tudi are hotter than fire crackers and have turned the AC down to 60-something. Even though it's in the mid-90s outside, I'm sitting in here suffering from a chronic and probably fatal case of chicken pimplage.

I wrenched a quiz from serifem's hands and am posting it here. The other quizzes I had saved for my Friday Quiz Party are still on my laptop waiting to be posted. I feel like a dink forgetting to post them yesterday, but I have had difficulty figuring out what day it is all week. I may post them when I get home on Monday.

( angeles )

Stolen from several generous souls.

( the quizzes of the week )

Yea and verily, amen.

( quizzes galore )

I had the strongest compulsion last night, to liquidate everything, take the money I have and move to Maine to start over completely fresh. It's a daft idea really and quite possibly would eliminate my chances of going to school, but I'm still so tempted. If I ever seriously play the lottery and won any good amount of money, I would absolutely run off to Maine and buy a large chunk of land nearest the best veterinary school they have up there. I'd go to school and have a huge menagerie on my new funky farm, and thank the Mighties every day for paving the way for me to live in the state I've always wanted to live in.

I don't know why I've always had a shine for Maine. I've never even been there, but there's something about the state that draws me in a way no other place in the US ever has or probably ever will. As I've told people many times in the past, I'd be happy gutting fish for a living in a tiny coastal town in Maine, as long as I could be near the rocks and maybe a lighthouse. Sometimes I can't imagine anything more fulfilling than that.

But enough of that. Here's a quiz I stole from serifem and I refuse to give it back.

( expelliarmus! )

That's not a surprising result at all really. Nope.

I lifted this from shadesong. I'm not sure about the "stifling" part 'cos Cadmus usually does as he pleases and dictates what I write about him. Does this make me schizophrenic? Maybe.

Thank you, popfiend, dferguson, velvetsteel, and anybody else who took this before I had the chance to do so.

Your brain: 120% interpersonal, 120% visual, 140% verbal, and 20% mathematical!

Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers. Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious: Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%. Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%. Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 80% on interpersonal You scored higher than 56% on visual You scored higher than 89% on verbal You scored higher than 1% on mathematical

Link: The 4-Variable IQ Test written by chriscoyne on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Spot On, wimplings! Prepare to die when the coming Alpaca Lips takes it down, leaving me to deal with the rest!

( tatooinne is sparsely poplated.... )

Thanks to my Moon, I've been in bed for the majority of the day eating Imitrex like Pez and using Riley's butt for a pillow. I rescheduled with Llew for tomorrow when we might actually get some flying in and have logged onto the Internet now to send the doc Aunt Tudi's blood glucose levels and hunt for sexual predators in Duncan. No, I'm not looking for a date. It's for Aunt Tudi 'cos she's paranoid n'shit.

I had a nightmare this morning.
I dreamt that I went to Wal-Mart for some supplies as Aunt Tudi was in the hospital. I picked her up several DVDs whilst there, then went out to my car, which was Johnna's car that I had recently purchased from her. Before I started the car, this dude got in the passenger's side and started sprinkling lighter fluid all over the car seat. I told him to stop it and began wrestling with him, trying to get him out of the car. His first attempt at igniting the fluid with a match didn't work, but it worked the second time and I jumped out of the car cursing at the man. He just smiled and continued his silence until I pulled out my camera. "I'm taking a picture of you, asshole, so the cops will know who to look for!" His smile faltered and he told me to hand over the camera. I told him no and he started chasing me as I ran back into Wal-Mart, snapping pictures behind me. I was begging for help and some associates took me to a security room. Shortly, two detectives came in to question me about the incident. I told how into Law & Order I was and asked to which cop on the shows did they relate. One said Brisco, the other said Goren. I showed the pictures and they asked me to email them to the police station and gave me the email address. They told me that my car wasn't the only one that had been torched, that the dude had burned several cars in a line in the parking lot. Freaky. Later, I was in a security room at the mall of all places, talking to two fellas about something that seemed quite unrelated. When I opened the door to the outside, there the firebug was. The dudes grabbed hold of him and held him while I called the detectives to come pick him up. And I took more pictures of him just to rub it in that he'd been caught.

Sci-Fi is showing disaster flicks today. It seems like all they ever show on Saturdays are disaster flicks or giant bug/mutant animal flicks. I want an Outer Space Saturday or a High Fantasy Friday. The killer beasts and sundering earth motif has gotta freakin' go.

In a break from regular Friday tradition, I'm posting some quizzes. I have a right since my head hurts.

( A coupla quizzes. )

In other news, Kevin James has got to be one of the sexiest men on Earth. That is all.

Thanks, primed!


RACCOON - your daemon may be a raccoon. You are a
trickster. Your daemon's nimble hand-like paws
can help in the creation of pranks. You may
prefer the cover of darkness to pull off your
stunts. You may be fascinated by gadgets, and
are probably good at figuring out how things
work. Independent and fun loving, you love to
get the best of someone. You have no
pretensions about yourself. Crafty and clever,
you can adapt to any situation and find a way
to make it work in your favour.


What Is Your Daemon?
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This makes me want to find that little bit of a children's story I was writing years ago. Yes, I was writing a children's story. No, I don't like kids. But I like a lot of their stories and I had one about a little raccoon named Rikva. It was illustrated and everything. I may have to resume that tale if'n I can find it.

I know a bit about raccoons. The Mother Unit rescued a pair of babies whose mother had been smushed by a vehicle. She named them Rocky and Racky (yeah, original, but she probably did that for cuteness' sake since I was like 4 years old). Rocky couldn't be tamed and ended up in the Greenville zoo. Racky became a pet and he was every bit as brilliant and mischievous as one would imagine a raccoon to be. The Mother Unit loved to play tricks on him by giving him a slice of bread on occasion. Racky would wash his bread and look dumbfounded as it disintegrated in his hands. His best friend was our cat. I can't remember her name. They would sleep and play together, what a wonderful sight to see! Both Racky and the cat disappeared one night and we never saw them again. Ever since, I've wanted to work with raccoons again. I don't think I'd want a pet because that's really not their natural state, but I'd love to interact with raccoons perhaps in a wildlife rescue capacity.

I'm late... only because I haven't been online today.

( not many this week )

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And I have an announcement. After finishing that movie by Mr. Xanadu, I suggested to Aunt Tudi that we stop going to Wally World altogether. I've been cutting it down to maybe once or twice a month instead of every week, and noticed that we actually spend less at the local grocer's than we do at Wal-Mart. She was all for it. So I suggested that we make that our one and only New Years Resolution. Again, she was all for it!

So.

BEGINNING IN 2006, AUNT TUDI AND I WILL NO LONGER BE WAL-MART whoresPATRONS

It's been a long time coming and I feel so much freer already! Wally World can kiss my big round arse. Yay!

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At 8:00 Aunt Tudi and I are going to watch War of the Worlds. After that, I shall be crawling off to the bedroom to die. It's been on my list of things to do all day long. What's so bad is I feel better today than I did yesterday.

Here's a picture of Motley yawning. It's what she does best.

( yawwwwwwn... )

She's a real cutie, that kitten.

So Krimmus day was very cool. Laid back, cheery, and filled with naps and relaxation. All the phone obligations were handled early, allowing Aunt Tudi and myself the rest of the day to just chill out.

Today is different. Today, we'll be going out to fight the crowds and purchase supplies for next December. This is Aunt Tudi's favourite day of the holiday month. She gets to buy all manner of wrapping paper, bows, and whatnot at slashed prices. Her favourite place is Lowes because they sell the metallic wrapping paper. I'm hoping that this is the only place we go, 'cos I'm just not a shopper. I'm with the men on this. Don't tarry, don't linger, just get what you gotta have and get the hell out!

After the shopping thing, I'm supposed to go see Llew. The kids have gone to Tennessee, so we'll have the house to ourselves. I'm hoping to go and get back before dark, at which time I'll log back on to my beloved Internet and chill before heading to beddiebyes.

While I'm waiting on Aunt Tudi to finish her lunch so we can scoot on outta here, I took a quiz I stole from popfiend. It's too cool to wait and post it with the other quizzes on Friday.

( twilight zone )

This is the fourth straight day I've felt fantastic, both physically and mentally. Surely this is a sign that death is near.

Yoinked from a number of LJ victims friends.

I took the "The Animal Spirit" quiz on gURL.com
		My animal spirit is... The Coyote According to shamanistic wisdom, coyotes are the animal world's trickster. Coyote people have a way with words, and a unique way of seeing the world. Never ones to take things at face value, coyote people question authority with sly jokes. Read more... What is your animal spirit?

Better late than pregnant, or something like that.

( woofle )

Stolen from every-damned-body!

( quiz! )

Yoinked from popfiend

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You are the most paranoid conspiracy nut ever! You trust no one, ever - Unless they can gain your trust over months and years of friendship. You are very clever, and you most likely have built a bunker for the pending avian flu outbreak.


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