Category: Quizzes

Suburban Blight has led me to some introspection:

Which OS are You?

Suburban Blight has led me to some introspection, where I learn that not only am I beautiful in my strength, I am also:

I notice a trend developing here.

Meatriarchy once again leads me to some introspection, wherein I discover:

You are the Figher Femme

Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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“When Doves Cry” (by Prince)

How could you just leave me standing,
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe you’re just too demanding.
Maybe I’m just like my father–too bold.
Maybe you’re just like my mother.
She’s never satisfied.
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like,
When doves cry.

Which 80’s Song Fits You?
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Hey, Suburban Blight has lead me to another quiz: Flooble Gay Quiz.

My father would have been happy if I could only have shown him the results:

flooble said that I am Not Gay (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

Take the flooble Gay Quiz

You see, when I was in college, I was not very good at catching the women I chased. As a result, I experienced a lot of Romantic sonneteer mooning over the various perfect inattainable women, but very few dates. One Sunday, though, I arranged a date with a young lady (less than perfect, but it was a real date). I usually borrowed my father’s car on Sunday nights to go out with some of my buddies, but the Sunday of the date, he found me washing the car, cleaning the windows, and whatnot.

“What, are you going on a date?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, scrubbing Golden Retriever nose prints from the windshield.

His voice lowered. “With a girl?” he asked.

Quizilla says:

YOU ARE BASIL

What herb are you?
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I think they’re doing me too much credit. I think I am hops. You are what you drink, wot?

(As seen on my beautiful wife’s newly-redesigned blog.)

Pejman links to a valuable psychological self-examination in which you can determine which Dostoyevsky protagonist you are.

Me?

Whew! Thankfully. Crime and Punishment is the only Dostoyevsky I’ve read, although I have a paperback collection which includes Notes from Underground, Poor People, and Friend of the Family among my hundred or so volume “To Read” library (and as a Russian novel, it’s tied with War and Peace and only slightly before or after the incomplete 14 volume set of History of Philosophy for the title of Last Thing To Read). I would have been lost if Quizilla had determined I was a Karamazov.

First, I would like to apologize in advance to my elderly neighbor. Please understand, I am a victim of circumstance:

• I am Ubermensch.
• Quizilla told me to do it.

Also, I would like to apologize to my hot conservative chick on a bike for calling you “Sonia” in an inappropriate moment in the near future.