• What’s your life path number?

    This is what happens when I wake up too early.


    Your Life Path Number is 1


    Your purpose in life is to lead others.

    You have great drive and determination. Nothing is going to stand in your way.
    You seek out challenges and the spotlight. You’ll take all the work – and all the glory.
    Status and success are important to you. You demand the best from everyone and everything.

    In love, you tend to take a protective role. You enjoy being the provider in relationships.

    You expect others to be like you, and as a result, you are often disappointed.
    A little selfish and vain, you always put yourself first.
    Remember, everyone already knows you’re great – you don’t need to remind them!

    … Yes I do, dammit!

  • Prediction: the US bombs Iran by end of next year.

    Prediction based on what? Why, them damned weapons of mass destruction, you know. So, maybe if Iran keeps testing missiles, the US will decide Hussein didn’t keep them in Iraq, but hid them in Iran instead. Hey, it’s a stretch, but then again, at least there’s more evidence of at least the potential in Iran than there was before they tore Iraq up. Of course, my guess is if the US doesn’t do anything to Iran, Israel’s going to, so either way, by end of next year someone’s gonna be shooting. Hm, wasn’t it even 7 years ago the biggest thing to hit the front page was someone getting stabbed in Toronto?

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  • If one more drunken family member hugs me this month…

    That sums up my experience at the reception tonight, which I should point out I left early. I could go into a detailed rant, but I don’t have the energy for it. Suffice it to say, though, when we got there, keep in mind this was like 8:00 or so, at least one member of our extended (by extended I mean extremely out there) family was already half loaded, and a few others were trying their best to join her. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but answering the same questions 50 times throughout the course of a night gets irritating on a good day. Answering those same questions 50 times per person because they’re too wasted to remember, though? That’s… getting a bit much, I think.
    It’s a good thing I didn’t go there with a plan for dancing in mind. The music, what could have been heard of it at least, wasn’t exactly the type I’d be caught dead dancing to… or anyone else by the looks of it. Apparently the dance floor spent most of the night abandoned. Of course, I could have shot the DJ. I think I could maybe manage to hear a whole 2 songs out of the set he played. And when he wasn’t playing anything he sounded like he’d joined the one(s) who were getting loaded before I got there. So, long story short, that reception was boring as hell and I ended up leaving early. *cringes* And it’s a good thing, apparently. Mom just called to commend my choice to run outa there like hell. One of the bridesmaids got it in her head to sing, and she can’t. It’s a family theme, I think. Go to a family function, set a new low. Well, they did it… my parents’ poor, poor ears.

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  • What’s your German name?


    Your German Name is:


    Hanno Viktor

    Well, I’m part German, so I… um… guess. I dunno. Just because I’m part German doesn’t mean I know the language. I can barely wrap my head around French.

  • Time to go be extremely super bored…

    Having an extended family is one thing, but having to go to said extended family’s weddings, completely different thing. One I’d hoped to avoid, since the reception we’ll be leaving for in a couple hours can’t possibly get any worse than their stag and doe was, though I’m very sure they’ll try. So, if you don’t see anything from me for the next couple days, I’ve probably fallen asleep and no one’s bothered to wake me up yet. Consider thyself forewarned.
    Oh, and, there is an opening for a dance partner. Because, you know, if I’m gonna suffer I may as well have a tiny bit of fun.

  • They’re so like little children…

    Tell them no, and they see it as just another reason to go for it. And, in true little child fashion, Iran’s going ahead with all things nuclear. And we’re back to the whackjob comments… I really am running out of things to say about that country that no one else has bothered to say yet. And of course, now the UN will just send Iran’s president to his room with no supper, or something equally rediculous. Because, uh, they’re obviously not really giving a shit. I’ve said it before… middle-east peace is an oxymoron.

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  • How do people see you?

    Because, well, I’m messing with things anyway.


    Slow and Steady


    Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.

    They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.

    It’d really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.

    They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

    … How the hell did it come up with that answer based on what I picked? Ah well. One of these days, those foolish quizes will learn not to ask a blind man what his favourite colour is, they will. Stupid quiz.

  • Weekly MP3

    Teri Clark – She Didn’t Have Time (please download and save before playing)–Extremely pretty song, surprisingly easy for a few people I know to relate to, some almost exactly. I’ve thought about learning to play this one on piano… it isn’t that hard to pick up by ear, but, you know, speaking of not having time… I do love this song. Sadly, I can’t pick out any particular story to go with it, though there are a few. Hm. Anyone who feels like it, feel free to volunteer one in the comments. See? Solution to every problem.

  • This thing is way too political.

    Small side-effect to the fact there’s not been all that much going on lately that I’d call particularly blog-worthy. In fact, there hasn’t been a whole hell of a lot going on over here in general since the last blog-worthy thing that wasn’t politically motivated was posted up here. Ah well. Politics is my thing, as is commenting on the rediculousness that is the average local idiot. That there’s more of that going on than is currently happening around here of any importance/general productiveness should be an indication, if nothing else. LOL
    Hm. Let’s see. Called about seeing where my job interview stands yesterday. The guy I have to talk to was out of the office… he’s not called back yet, so I’ll probably harass him some more on monday. And… um… wo. That’s it. Heh, told you. Still unemployed, still waiting for the hockey season to get here, still living in a relatively small town (well, okay, so compared to Ottawa everywhere around here is small), and still RPing, when I’ve got time–just because it isn’t blog-worthy doesn’t mean I’ve been busy. But, thinking optimisticly here… at least if I keep up with my political opinions I can never be accused of lollyblogging! See? There is madness to my method. Or method to my madness. Either’s true and both are applicable. Hm. I need to come up with a better blog title. That one bores me now. Yes, I know, I bore easy. It was a bad title when I started the thing but I didn’t particularly feel up to being creative. I still don’t. Maybe that’ll change at some not too distant point. And at the same time, hell could freeze.

  • Don’t nuke us, we’ll nuke you.

    So says Israel to Iran. Not in words, so much, but in nuclear subs. Because, you know, “we’ll do it too” is the perfect way to stop something you don’t agree with. I mean, I don’t particularly care all that much for these nutjobs and nuclear technology either; hell, I’ve criticised that idea indirectly at least once. But seriously. This is, in my opinion, like saying “I don’t care why you want a shotgun. You buy one, and I’ll blow your head off with mine.” Hm… I take everything I said back about the US. They could learn a thing or two from Israel about looking for any old excuse to blow someone or something all to hell.

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