Today was really Customize.
I got out of bed Customize.
I feel Customize.
I’m so Customize.
Last night I had to Customize.
I want to tell the world Customize.
I am Customize.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Customize.
I want to say thanks to Customize.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said Customize. And bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It’s amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you Customize.
Type something here.
That’s enough for now. But I’ll leave you with Customize.
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First of all:
I hope you all had a fantastic Easter weekend. I was down south for the wedding of the century. Had a fantastic time. Danced like a nutter at the ceilidh and went celtic in the kilt I had to wear to perform my ushering duties.
But I’ve noticed a couple of people putting up their favourite Easter poems, so here’re two of mine, both by Steve Turner:
Christmas is for the Children
Congratulations! You’re 141 proof, with specific scores in beer (100) , wine (50), and liquor (130).
All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure, you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is most efficient.
It didn’t show me the comparison with folks of my age group and I’ve no intention of starting all over again.
My favourite chip shop just got sold.
It had been there eighteen years and I’d been a regular for the past five or six.
The previous owner told me about the sale a couple of weeks ago.
He’s going to have at least a year off and maybe travel a bit.
So, this evening on my way home from work I walked past the shop (second pic down)and stopped to read the notice in the window announcing the closure. I got about half way through reading it and an angry looking man flipped his middle finger at me and clearly told me to, “Fuck off!”
Not what I’d call the best bit of PR I’ve ever seen.
The linky picture resulty bit:
Take the quiz at dicepool.com
The Explaining it all texty resulty bit:
No use trying to fight it, you’re an eight-sided die, a d8. A fine example of simple elegance, the d8 is one of the least appreciated types of dice, and is often neglected. You are known to be quiet and shy, outward traits that conceal viscous sarcasm and mean wit. You are very smart, yet wise enough to hide your intelligence the quicker they found out how smart you are, the sooner they’ll put you to work, which is something you can do without. People call you dark and pessimistic, or moody and cynical. You find little point in arguing.
The bit after the texty resulty explainy bit:
This survey is completely scientific. Despite the mind-boggling complexity of mankind, the billions of distinctly different personalities found on Earth can easily be divided into seven simple categories that correspond to the five Platonic solids, a pseudo polyhedron, and whatever the hell a d100 is. The results of this quiz should be considered not only meaningful but also infallible, and pertinent to your success as a fully realized individual. If you feel the results of this examination do not match your perceived personality, you should take whatever drastic measures are needed to cram your superego back into proper alignment, as described by the quiz results.
And if you believe that, we have some really great critical-hit insurance to sell you.