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A meme for all seasons

zuke — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 01:45:12 +0000

To appease the wench over at Cybervassals, I’m actually following a meme Don’t tell her…

1. You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451– which book do you want to be?

Well, it certainly wouldn’t be Fahrenheit 451. I hated the book. Any work of fiction that gives Grade 10 English teachers an excuse to torture students isn’t really work the brain storage space.

If I had to have a book floating around in my head, it’d probably be something like Treasure Island or A Christmas Carol.

2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

Yes.

3. The last book you bought is:

The Lions of Al-Rassan // Guy Gavriel Kay

4. The last book you read:

Neverwhere // Neil Gaiman

5. What are you currently reading?

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone // J. K. Rowling

6. Five books you would take to a deserted island:

Apart from the requisite unbound reference material on how to get off the deserted island, and about the sustaining values of plants and animals you’d find on a deserted island, I’d have to choose:

The Name of the Rose // Umberto Eco
The Prophet // Khalil Gibran
The Lord of the Rings // J. R. R. Tolkien
Papillon // Henri Charriere
The Mahabarata

It’s PADDY. Sigh.

zuke — Thu, 17 Mar 2005 11:17:58 +0000

It’s St. Paddy’s Day, not St. Patty’s Day.

Paddy = Patrick.
Patty = Patricia.

Patrick is the Patron Saint of Ireland.

Patricia, according to Chris DeBurgh, is the best stripper in town.

I hate green beer.

zuke — Thu, 17 Mar 2005 11:11:00 +0000

If you can dye beer green, it’s not worth drinking.

Nuff said.

Fessing up to shallow

zuke — Tue, 09 Nov 2004 13:48:14 +0000

Sometimes, when you’re sitting at work, bored out of your skull, staring at yet another computer requiring TLC when you haven’t had a shred of TLC for technology in a decade, you have to rouse yourself from a mental slumber to air a confession.

At least, that’s where I am today… right now…

The confession: I have shallow moments. Yes, yes, it’s true. I know you’re sitting there in utter disbelief, bordering on dismay, teetering on disappointment…

Why have I come to this realization? Simply put: Blog Explosion.

When I surf blogs through Blog Explosion, I end up adding people to my list of blogmarks because of *something*. I don’t know what something is; it could be any number of factors — writing style, interesting content, sense of humour, whether the author is “a cutie”.

There it is. That last one. Yes, after going through my list of blogmarks, I find the proof of my shallowness: I have added people because they were cute. Sigh. No more lofting ambitions of mental fortitude. The sense of MROWR has beaten down the IQ. I’m shallow and I love it.

It’s the little things…

zuke — Thu, 04 Nov 2004 23:42:22 +0000

It’s the little things in life… I tell ya.

I’m here in front of the computer, surfing blogs through Blogexplosion wearing the standard nobody’s home, guy uniform — boxers and a t-shirt. Yeah, I know. Mrowr.

It just snowed for the first time of the season today. I decide I’m on the uncomfortable side of chilly. Hrm. I don’t want to go upstairs to get a blanket. I’m a man, damn it; I’m holdin out. Inertia is my friend and I’m not about to piss him off.

Beat.

No, I’m cold. So, I grumble, get up and ready myself up for the trip upstairs to the bedroom to grab a blanket. ALL OF A SUDDEN (like it hasn’t been there the whole time) I notice the fleece blanket over the chair. HUZZAH! All of the comfy, none of the effort, and I’m back snugly surfing blogs.

Sigh.

zuke — Sun, 31 Oct 2004 02:53:20 +0000

The Zucchini Blog Muse is apparently on a leave of absence. Did he ask? No. He just left to go someplace warm where wearing beach volleyball gear is the height of fashion. In place of meaningful commentary that incites discourse is a series of urges to wax philosophic on aspects of my life ranging from my current hobby rut to my current hobby rut. So, I’ll babble…

Monsters, Inc. just ended on the television. I have to admit to a certain weak spot right about where Boo says bye to Kitty. Sniff. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah. It’s so sad. AND I’VE SEEN THE MOVE A DOZEN TIMES.

Other moments in pop media that make me verklempt (thank you, Linda Richmond) have been:

The last episode of M*A*S*H. It was a mother/son bonding experience. I was fine until they rolled the closing credits.

Big Fish. Schlock movie with Ewan McGregor. Damn thing ropes you into buying into the characters emotionally, then they kill someone off.

The death of Optimus Prime. Transformers. More than meets the eye. Autobots wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of… the Decepticons.

ANYWAY, I’m writing this round of sloppy emotions off to my current engagement with carbohydrate starvation. I’d kill for a bag of Miss Vickie’s Lime and Black Pepper chips.

What to expect…

zuke — Mon, 25 Oct 2004 01:00:15 +0000

This is a personal blog, not an organizational or corporate website.

With that in mind, expect nothing. Audience, voice, content, form… it could all change at the drop of the proverbial hat. Anything from rants basking in self-righteous indignation to confessions about folks who make me go mrowr can find their way into this thing.

With my overactive imagination in full gear, I can picture friends, new & old, coworkers, and strangers reading this blog. In reality, it’s probably only me, three or four degenerate close friends, and the odd cat. If I happen to offend the cat, woohoo.

Oh great. I’m an Idealist.

zuke — Mon, 04 Oct 2004 23:51:25 +0000

After spending the better part of an extended day being productive doing mind-numbingly inane user support-related tasks, I decided to give my brain a break. I stumbled across an online Myers-Brigg test. After spending what seemed like an eternity of trying to answer the questions honestly, I submitted it. No, that can’t be right. So, I went off in search of a temperament test. There it was in all it’s newfound design, lack of contrast glory. Much to my chagrin, the votes are in. I’m an idealist. Damn.

The results from the test:

Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self — always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.

Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the “not visible” or the “not yet” that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.

Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a “soulmate,” someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.

Idealists are rare, making up between 20 and 25 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.

The Four types of Idealists are:

Healers (INFP) | Counselors (INFJ) | Champions (ENFP) | Teachers (ENFJ)