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|| February 15, 2001 || 8:48 am || Comments (0) ||

I love Scout’s laugh. She has the best laugh of anyone I know.

Mathias was busily “sharing” his morning milk (aka, pouring it into the puppet’s gaping felt mouth) with the puppet of Animal that I’ve had since childhood. This sent Scout off into peals of her terrific laugh, music to mine ears. So Mathias escaped discipline, just because he made his sister laugh so much, her ponytail bobbing and tears squeezing out of the corners of her little lids.

Sam and Scout got Bottlecaps in their Valentine’s basket from Nana last night, which prompted a very interesting discussion on the way to school this morning….all about Everlasting Gobstoppers and Willy Wonka. When I told the two of them about plans to remake Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, they got all up-in-arms.

“Whadda they wanna go and do somethin’ STOOOOPID like that for, huh?” Scout demanded in her puckish way.

“I guess for the same reason that ‘they’ go around doing an infinite number of stupid things….”

I would hate to have me for a mother. I would make myself nuts with all of the vagueries and open-ended remarks…..

 
|| February 13, 2001 || 5:52 pm || Comments (0) ||

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|| February 13, 2001 || 1:59 pm || Comments (0) ||

A spray bottle I was using just leapt off of the counter and reminded me….

I had this bandmate named Donny. We got along fabulously well, both having atypically odd senses of humor. ~~Besides, it seems that I have always had a Donnie/y somewheres in my life….and have always enjoyed their company; somethin’ ’bout the name, I guess~

Things were always flinging themselves about when D and I shared time together. It was sorta strange. One time a pizza box jumped off of the countertop that we were NO LESS than five feet from, I SWEAR. We both looked at one another and blurted out, “SUICIDE PIZZA BOX” at the same time. This became our band’s alter ego, something akin to ‘Spinal Tap’.

Later on that evening, when we were done practicing and all sufficiently smoked up, we were telling our bandmates of the pizza box incident. That led to a discussion about a special that Anthony (drummer) had seen on Animal Planet or The Learning Channel or some shit regarding deeply depressed canines and felines and their subsequent suicide attempts. The fact that A had watched the entire documentary notwithstanding, this sparked some really great banter. In turn, I quickly and masterfully penned out the lyrics to “Dalmation Death Wish”, which turned out to be a wholly spectacular piece of musicianship, but has been lost in the annals of time. DRAT.

I really, really want to find that song! Alas, no one seems to be able to locate either the one recording we have of it OR the hastily-penned lyric sheet. Ain’t that always the way??

 
|| February 13, 2001 || 9:38 am || Comments (0) ||

Okay, I’m game. I’m also a shameless copycat. Here are the results of a few little online tests I have taken in the past several weeks:

The color test says that I am:

…red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you’re ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don’t wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn’t in what you’re doing, you won’t be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That’s why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you’re feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it’s great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.

The freak test says that I am overall an 83% freak. The breakdown is as follows:

Need to be unique: 91%

Need to NOT conform: 69%

Willingness to express dissent: 91%

Overall: 83%

Here’s the results for the Kiersey Temperament Sorter:

Rational Portrait of the Fieldmarshal (ENTJ)

Architects | Fieldmarshals | Inventors | Masterminds

Of the four aspects of strategic analysis and definition it is marshaling or situational organizing role that reaches the highest development in eNTjs. As this kind of role is practiced some contingency organizing is necessary, so that the second suit of the eNTj’s intellect is devising contingency plans. Structural and functional engineering, though practiced in some degree in the course of organizational operations, tend to be not nearly as well developed and are soon outstripped by the rapidly growing skills in organizing. But it must be said that any kind of strategic exercise tends to bring added strength to engineering as well as organizing skills.

As the organizing capabilities the eNTjs increase so does their desire to let others know about whatever has come of their organizational efforts. So they tend to take up a directive role in their social exchanges. On the other hand they have less and less desire, if they ever had any, to inform others.

Hardly more than two percent of the total population, the eNTjs are bound to lead others, and from an early age they can be observed taking command of groups. In some cases, eNTjs simply find themselves in charge of groups, and are mystified as to how this happened. But the reason is that eNTjs have a strong natural urge to give structure and direction wherever they are-to harness people in the field and to direct them to achieve distant goals. They resemble eStJs in their tendency to establish plans for a task, enterprise, or organization, but eNTjs search more for policy and goals than for regulations and procedures.

They cannot not build organizations, and cannot not push to implement their goals. When in charge of an organization, whether in the military, business, education, or government, eNTjs more than any other type desire (and generally have the ability) to visualize where the organization is going, and they seem able to communicate that vision to others. Their organizational and coordinating skills tends to be highly developed, which means that they are likely to be good at systematizing, ordering priorities, generalizing, summarizing, at marshaling evidence, and at demonstrating their ideas. Their ability to organize, however, may be more highly developed than their ability to analyze, and the eNTj leader may need to turn to an eNTp or iNTp to provide this kind of input.

eNTjs will usually rise to positions of responsibility and enjoy being executives. They are tireless in their devotion to their jobs and can easily block out other areas of life for the sake of their work. Superb administrators in any field-medicine, law, business, education, government, the military-eNTjs organize their units into smooth-functioning systems, planning in advance, keeping both short-term and long-range objectives well in mind. For the eNTj, there must always be a goal-directed reason for doing anything, and people’s feelings usually are not sufficient reason. They prefer decisions to be based on impersonal data, want to work from well thought-out plans, like to use engineered operations-and they expect others to follow suit. They are ever intent on reducing bureaucratic red tape, task redundancy, and aimless confusion in the workplace, and they are willing to dismiss employees who cannot get with the program and increase their efficiency. Although eNTjs are tolerant of established procedures, they can and will abandon any procedure when it can be shown to be ineffective in accomplishing its goal. eNTjs root out and reject ineffectiveness and inefficiency, and are impatient with repetition of error.

Portrait of the Fieldmarshal (ENTJ)

All Rationals (NTs) share the following core characteristics:

Rationals tend to be pragmatic, skeptical, self-contained, and focused on problem-solving and systems analysis.

Rationals pride themselves on being ingenious, independent, and strong willed.

Rationals make reasonable mates, individualizing parents, and strategic leaders.

Rationals are even-tempered, they trust logic, yearn for achievement, seek knowledge, prize technology, and dream of understanding how the world works.

Although Fieldmarshals are just as rare as the other Rationals, something less than two percent of the population, they seem to have influence beyond their numbers. Male or female, of whatever age, Fieldmarshals are born to lead people, and from early on they can be observed taking command of groups, so forceful is their climb to the top. At times, Fieldmarshals simply find themselves in charge of others, and may wonder how they got there. But the reason is that the basic, driving force of Fieldmarshals is to harness people and resources and to lead them toward their goals.

Fieldmarshals are the supreme pragmatists, always aware of the relationship of means to ends, always looking to bring order and efficiency to their operations. In pursuit of a goal, they will plot out every step needed to achieve the objective, and will instantly and permanently eliminate all unnecessary steps from the strategic plan. While Fieldmarshals are tolerant of some established procedures that work well, they can and will abandon any procedure that is shown to be ineffective, and will quickly reassign their people to more productive actions.

For Fieldmarshals, there must always be a reason for doing anything, and people’s feelings usually are not sufficient reason. They prefer decisions to be based on impersonal data, and want to work from well thought-out plans. More than any other type Fieldmarshals are skilled at reducing bureaucracy in any of its forms, and they are willing to dismiss employees who cannot shake off old routines and increase their productivity. They are particularly impatient with incompetence, and repetition of error can drive them crazy. Decisive and outspoken, Fieldmarshals usually rise to command positions in the workplace and enjoy running the show. When in charge of an organization, whether in the military, business, education, or government, Fieldmarshals can visualize where the organization is going, and they seem exceptionally good at communicating that vision to others. Superb executives, able to plan in advance, keeping both short-term and long-range objectives well in mind, Fieldmarshals coordinate their people into smooth-functioning systems. With all their skills at systematizing, arranging priorities, generalizing, summarizing, compiling evidence, and demonstrating their ideas, Fieldmarshals naturally build organizations and push to reach their goals, often with such tireless drive that they shortchange other areas of life.

WHEW. Got all that? What caught my eye is that while most of the numbers were fairly close, (in the 6-versus-4 range) there was a large deficit between Thinking and Feeling. Seems that I am pretty cold-hearted, having scored an 8 in the Thinking arena and only a 2 in the Feeling part of town.

Lastly, the Religion Selector, which I filled out some months ago, says that my religious leanings are as follows:

#1: Mainline to Liberal Protestant (100)

#2: Orthodox Quaker (95)

#3: Liberal Quaker (89)

#4: Unitarian Universalist (86)

#5: Baháí (68)

#6: New Age (68)

#7: Christian Science (64)

#8: Mainline to Conservative Protestant (63)

#9: Reform Judaism (59)

#10: Eastern Orthodox (54)

#11: Humanist (54)

#12: Neo-Pagan (54)

#13: New Thought (54)

#14: Roman Catholic (54)

#15: Atheist/Agnostic (40)

#16: Latter Day Saints (40)

#17: Orthodox Judaism (40)

#18: Scientology (40)

#19: Seventh Day Adventist

#20: Sikhism (40)

#21: Mahayana Buddhist (32)

#22: Theravada Buddhist (32)

#23: Islam (27)

#24: Jainism (13)

#25: Jehovahs Witness (13)

#26: Hindu (0)

And now, back to my 78th viewing of ‘Fight Club‘.

 
|| February 11, 2001 || 2:10 pm || Comments (0) ||

I wicked like this effing blog. Most especially the “kickin’ it Helen Keller style” line. *hoot, hoot*

All right then.

 
|| February 11, 2001 || 2:00 pm || Comments (0) ||

And THIS asshole has used my blog title as the tagline for his own page. Send his retarded, intellectual-property stealing ass hate mail. I don’t CARE if it has apparently not been updated in months.

Seems to be a hippie, too…..hmmm. Just ’cause I married one doesn’t necessarily mean that I care for them as a whole.

 
|| February 11, 2001 || 1:45 pm || Comments (0) ||

I am the motherfucking cheese. Swiss, I think, to be exact.

I woke up to the sound of Maxim swearing at the computer.From the depths of the bedroom, I told him sweetly that I loved him and then screamed for him to please shut the fuck up….

I think I’ve mentioned before that I am not really an a.m. person.

I needed to get up anyway. I need to go up to the hospital and stay for awhile, but I’m just not up to it today. Damnit, I just don’t have the energy for it.

The beautiful and giving just get shat upon anyway.

Hell, right now, I’m supposed to be fixing Maxim’s problem, but here I sit working on my own shit.

Today I’m pretty fucked mentally. Even moreso than usual, I mean. I just want to be by myself and eat too much ice cream or drink shitty wine.