I'll admit it. I forgot about this blog. Its my fault for having seven of them.

I was using my Xanga for Nanowrimo this year. Now that another November has come and gone, I'm heading around to the rest and updating them with a few quizzes and links.

Here are a few of my quiz results:

You Are Catwoman "Life's a bitch. Now so am I." What Superheroine Are You? Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

I would have thought Wonder Woman, but its my black fetish that twisted this result.

Your results:
You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man 90% Green Lantern 70% Robin 70% Superman 65% Batman 60% Supergirl 57% The Flash 55% Hulk 55% Iron Man 50% Wonder Woman 47% Catwoman 35%

You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...


Now this one makes more sense. Peter Parker rocks! And I totally have REAL Mary Jane hair.

And finally one that speaks to my deepest heart.

Your Geek Profile:

Academic Geekiness: Highest

Fashion Geekiness: Highest

Internet Geekiness: Highest

Movie Geekiness: Highest

Music Geekiness: Highest

SciFi Geekiness: Highest

Gamer Geekiness: High

Geekiness in Love: High

General Geekiness: High

How Geeky Are You?

And this is from my phone work. Keep in mind I work for a pay-by-the-minute group. You pay for a minute even when you call for twenty seconds of stupid.

customer: So what are your hours?
Alpha: We're here 24/7 ma'am
customer: Really? .... So what time do you close?
Alpha: We don't, we're always here
customer: oh... what time zone is that in?
*plunk*
Alpha: Every time zone
customer: Okay, I'll call back when you're open in mine

It is possible to be completely gobsmacked by the stupid. I had to put myself on "away" while I HOWLED for nearly ten minutes. And these are the people who reproduce easily and often. They usually get access to money too.
Why can't Bob Barker remind people to spay and neuter their stupid ones to control the stupid population?

And because people with imaginations and colds who are hopped up on generic NyQuil shouldn't try to feed themselves:

Peanut Butter: "..."
Grape Jelly: "What?"
Peanut Butter: "Nothing."
Grape Jelly: "No, don't do this again, tell me."
Peanut Butter: "Don't do what again?"
Grape Jelly: "Don't close yourself off! You never tell me anything!"
Peanut Butter: "Oh, here we go again."
Grape Jelly: "Maybe if you actually opened up I wouldn't have to nag you to!"
Peanut Butter: "Maybe if you listened for five minutes without judging me, I would!"
Grape Jelly: "What is it you're so afraid of being judged for?!"
Peanut Butter: "NOTHING! I can't talk to you!"
Grape Jelly: "DON'T YOU YELL AT ME!"
Peanut Butter: "DON'T YOU YELL AT ME!"

I knew my sandwich was louder than usual.
(btw: I don't eat jelly, I eat preserves.)

I'll won't promise but I will try to post again before Festivus or Chrismakwanzakah. Happy consumerism.


He tripped on the sound of goodbye.