Idle hands….

Saw the cute little blogthings that Avitable had added in his blog analysis. 1500 entries is pretty impressive. 31,000 odd comments since starting blogging in 2004 is really impressive…. or is it? I don’t know. I know the commenting system is there to allow peopl to have feedback on what you’re spewing out onto an unsuspecting public – but I just don’t know if I really like the idea of hundreds or maybe even thousands of unknown people reading my crap… oh and crap it truly is. Maybe it’s better to be sitting here thinking that hardly anyone is reading this rubbish and it’s this that keeps us honest 🙂 Anyway … cute blogthings are alway in the purvey of the truly bored so I swiped some of them… as you do.

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Results
We guess http://boryssnorc.livejournal.com/ is written by a man
(53%), however it’s quite gender neutral.

Ummm… not so much. According to my birth certificate (which may or may not be reliable given that I was born in St Vinnie’s Hospital in Toowoomba) I am indeed female. Though it is an understandable mistake as I have oft been told that many of my views are less than typically feminine (probably something to do with not having proper girly swot hormones).

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Rated: R

Okay so this one is probably a little skewiff considering my rant earlier in the week about the wanker who threw an egg at the windscreen contained some rather choice words that I hardly ever use unelss extremely aggravated (or drunk). Probably the content here isn’t suitable for minors but that’s likely more due to accident than by design.

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ESTP – The Doers

The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities. The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

Analysis

This show what parts of the brain that were dominant during writing.

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Ummm… I don’t know about this. I look pessimistic and maybe spiritually bankrupt…. oh no wait. That sounds like me some days.

How much is your blog worth?

 

My blog is worth $0.00.

LOL – no surprises there. I’ve known for some time there’s nothing of any inherent value to be found in this damn thing 🙂  I think if it had any real value/worth you’d feel a certain expectation to ‘perform’ in some way.  It’d probably suck all the fun out of having an outlet for complete and utter nonsense.  Last one –

151032_320Readability score: Postgrad

Okay I might have screwed with that one a little bit   🙂  But only cos I needed to build my self esteem up after being told my blog was worthless 😐

Sara Lee Meme… layer upon layer upon layer

9 Layers A meme to peel away the layers of you… swiped from Avitable

Layer One:
Name: borysSNORC ™
Birth date: January 11
Birthplace: Toowoomba, Qld Australia
Current Location: Brisneyland, Qld Australia
Eye color: Grey sometimes blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 5′ and 0.5″… that 0.5″ is very important
Righty or Lefty: Right-handed.
Zodiac sign:  Capricorn

Layer Two:
Your Heritage: Mongrel bred.  Mum’s side – 100% German.  Dad’s side – Convict scum of English/Irish descent arrived in Australia on the First Fleet.
The shoes you wore today: Barefoot most of the day.
Your weakness:  Hypercritical
Your fears: Being in pain forever.
Your perfect pizza: Pizzaland Super Seafood w~ extra anchovies
Goal you’d like to achieve: One measely day without pain.

Layer Three:
Your most overused phrase on AIM:  Ptbtbtbtbtbtb!
Your first waking thoughts:  Ow, Ow, Ow!  Fuckity Ow!
Your best physical feature: Dunno… little feet?
Your most missed memory:  Sleeping like a baby and waking up refreshed.

Layer Four:
Pepsi or Coke: Neither.  Both will kill you.
McDonalds or Burger King: McChucks
Single or group dates: Yes please.
Adidas or Nike: Who the fuck cares?
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton Lemon Ice Tea.
Chocolate or vanilla: Gourmet Vanilla Bean flavour thanks
Cappuccino or coffee: Vodka

Layer Five:
Smoke: Smoked from 15-26 and just decided not to buy any more.
Cuss: Like a truckie.
Sing: I could… but be warned… it wouldn’t be pretty
Take a shower everyday: Can’t sleep unless I’ve just had a shower
Do you think you’ve been in love: Hells yes… many times.
Want to go to college: Been there, wouldn’t mind studying again.
Liked high school: High school was okay, neither fabulous nor traumatic
Want to get married:  Is that a proposal? If so… does it come with diamonds?
Believe in yourself:  Yes.
Get motion sickness: Nope.
Think you’re attractive:  Dunno… comme si, comme ça
Think you’re a health freak: Sorry I am not familiar with this term…
Get along with your parents: Yes
Like thunderstorms: I love running around in storms getting drenched.
Play an instrument: No.  Wish I had learned piano but probably wouldn’t be very good – I have tiny hands

Layer Six: In the past month….
Drank alcohol: Yes mostly wine
Smoked: Not tobacco
Done drugs: More than I can list.
Made out: Bunches
Gone on a date:  Yes. Dates are fun
Gone to the mall:  Unfortunately yes and too often for my liking.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No and ‘No’ to Oz equivalent – Tim Tams
Eaten sushi: Yes probably every other week
Been on stage: Not since high school.
Been dumped: Not since high school.
Gone skating: Not since high school.
Made homemade cookies: No. Can’t be fucked.
Gone skinny dipping: Not in the last six months. Good idea though.
Dyed your hair: Yesterday
Stolen anything: Unless Mr K’s change that he leaves in little piles around the house counts – then probably ‘no’.

Layer Seven: Have you ever….
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Of course.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Of course.
Been caught “doing something”: Of course.
Been called a tease: Probably… but I think in jest….
Gotten beat up: No.
Shoplifted: Makeup when I was in high school.
Changed who you were to fit in:  No. Can’t be fucked.

Layer Eight:
Age you hope to be married: Will probably remarry at 59-60 when Mr K carks it.
Names of children: Small Child
Describe your dream wedding: Fuck the wedding. Elope. Hindsight’s 20/20
How do you want to die: Bad question for someone as medicated as I am.
Where do you want to go to college: Maybe Monash Psych Distance Ed.
What do you want to be when you grow up: Pain free
What country would you most like to visit:  Morocco, Alaska, China…

Layer Nine:
Number of drugs taken illegally: More than one and less than some..
Number of people I could trust with my life: Quite a few people actually. I wonder if this is because I really trust them or currently feel that my life isn’t worth shit.
Number of CDs that I own: 300-400
Number of piercings:  Three
Number of tattoos: Three again
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper:  Three-ish.
Number of scars on my body: Dunno… at least 12
Number of things in my past I regret:  None.  Regret is a total waste of energy

Dragon lady… seems fitting.

You’re a dragon!

Dragons are unpredictable — and you are, too. Your inner dragon is very friendly, but your personality definitely has a dangerous, fiery side. Overall, your wisdom helps you keep things in perspective, and your wings help you rise above all sorts of drama. You rarely get involved in petty battles, but if something (or someone) really matters to you, you will fight for it. You form very close bonds with people, so once you consider someone a friend, you’ll do anything to keep that person safe.

You might not know that I…

After all the depressing shit going on lately, I thought today I ought inject a little levity and write something nonsensical and unimportant.  So I’ve stolen a meme (as you do when you’re after something redundant or ridiculous to write about) from SnackiePoo cos she rocks.  Throroughly Trivial Thursday commences … now!

You might not know that I…

… wish I’d been skydiving before I fucked my back at 19
… sleep with my hair spread above my pillow so I don’t get caught up in it
… have bottles and bottles of perfume I rarely wear
… love the breathless way Marilyn Monroe talks
… have a tattoo of a fleur-de-lys on my right shoulder
… can’t stand working under daylight balanced bulbs
…  am unable to say no to a mango Weiss bar
… have a tendency to ‘write people off’ if they’ve wronged me or my family
need to keep my DVDs and CDs in alphabetical order
… have to arrange my books by topic, then height and size
… would consider homicide if I was promised a life without pain
… wear kids shoes and can buy designer sneakers dirt cheap
… never wear lipstick as it feel thick and suffocating on my lips
… have had five miscarriages and I try not to think about it
…  sort my clothes in my closet and on shelves by colour
… have several sets of dictionaries and thesaurus in the house.
… always wanted to learn to ride a motorbike
… feel deflated every time I see the small holes in my living room ceiling
… am hyperflexible which is weird for someone with a bad back
… have 650 wallpapers on my iPhone but have only used one* since I got it
… like my shower really hot to distract from the pain of standing still
… would love to live in France for a year or two
…  often feel that no one really gets me at all
…  have to wash my hands every time I get food on them when cooking
… feel disconnected and naked if I leave my mobile phone at home
… wish I could sing opera or play an instrument
…  don’t like using sunscreen because it feels greasy and disgusting
… never walk away from a disagreement or argument until it’s resolved
… used to hunt cane toads with my sisters when we were kids
… dislike jigsaw puzzles because I hate the disorder
have to buy pink toothbrushes for myself
… like my eggs sunny side up and yolks unbroken
…  feel pissed off when companies discontinue my favourite products
… love hunting for old books on eBay but hate expensive postage
…  hate it when I make grammatical errors because I can’t type as fast as I think
… want to have a beautiful cottage garden
…  like heavy marble bookends
…  have no respect for people who don’t mean what they say
… like kitchenware shops and always buy things I don’t need
… think that you can be in love with more than one person at a time
… always wanted to build the Small Child a proper cubby house
… like purple and red as a colour combination
…  don’t like low clunky windchimes but like light tinkling ones
…  hate using a kitchen knife if it has a greasy or slippery handle
… have had more general anaesthetics than I can count
…  refuse to take umbrage on someone else’s behalf
…  always try to accept people based on their interactions with me personally
… can always tell if someone has moved anything in my house
… like roast sandwiches smothered in gravy
… don’t like people (especially children) going into my bedroom
… love sex but the bump and grind often aggravates my back pain
… think I’d look good in convertible Mercedes painted Cherry Crush
… am fiercely loyal and protective to my friends and family
… can make crème brûlée but rarely do because it’s fussy and fattening
… used to be able to strip and assemble and SLR in under 45secs
… sort my pins, cottons and embroidery threads into colour groups
… have wanted to see the Maldives since I was in my teens
… don’t like coffee, coke or chocolate
… love my little boy so much I’d hate to ever leave him
… dislike cats enormously
…  have ten embryos in the freezer and don’t know what to do with them
…  don’t feel comfortable sharing my bed with someone unless I’m in it first
…  hate asking for help with things I should be able to do myself

 * it’s late…I might explain this particular weirdness tomorrow

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