It appears that Mike R is not wrong in his appraisal of my political leanings as being that of an enlightened despot. Here are the results of my 20 Questions To A Better Personality test. They are surprisingly not completely baloney (phrases in bold are right on target):
Wackiness: 34/100
Rationality: 32/100
Constructiveness: 50/100
Leadership: 62/100
You are a SEDL–Sober Emotional Destructive Leader. This makes you a Dictator.
You prefer to control situations, and lack of control makes you physically sick. You feel responsibility for everyone’s welfare, and that you will be blamed when things go wrong. Things do go wrong, and you take it harder than you should.
You rely on the validation and support of others, but you have a secret distrust for people and distaste for their habits and weaknesses that make you keep your distance from them. This makes you very difficult to be with romantically. Still, a level-headed peacemaker can keep you balanced.
Despite your fierce temper and general hot-bloodedness, you have a soft spot for animals and a surprising passion for the arts. Sometimes you would almost rather live by your wits in the wilderness somewhere, if you could bring your books and your sketchbook.
You also have a strange, undeniable sexiness to you. You may go insane.
Of the 118045 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 5.5 % are this type.
It’s a busy week here in MaitriLand. Nevertheless, I always have something to share, however small:
Edward Hale, while chaplain of the U.S. Senate, was asked, “Do you pray for the senators?”
He quickly replied, “No. After getting to know the senators, I pray for the people.”
Meanwhile, do cool things, report back and grab the nearest rock for next week’s Waterfall Of The Backlog.
“Hi Maitri, I was wondering what your opinion is of the newly elected Pope. I assume that you are not opinion-free on the matter, inspite of your religious inclinations.”
Shamelessly leached from ben’s LJ.
Preparations at the geocave in progress:
- Zen seance with Jeff Buckley (viz. Grace, Mystery White Boy, Sketches and great headphones)
- Mental inventory of alternate navigation routes through the City of New Orleans on account of giant tourist goat-rodeo headed in the direction of Jazzfest
- Acquisition of Uthgardt Holy Shield and Delver’s Armor for same
- Chanting: “Don’t take trusty steed anywhere in the vicinity of French Quarter and City Park. Lather, rinse, repeat.”
- Sustenance through Super Fresh Cheese Curds
As some of you know, I have just finished reading and bellyaching about The DaVinci Code. If you are not aware of my feelings on this novel, you will here. For you curious cats, the book gets 2.5 out of 5 Maitri stars – this intermediate judgment has naught to do with fencesitting and instead relies on the apppreciable, even if couched in the disparaging, amount of perspective and history the book has to offer.
Film versions of books are understandably tricky, and their cast choices even more so. Tom Hanks to portray Robert Langdon and Audrey Tautou for Sophie Neveu was predictable. Hollywood has few young professorial adventurers and even a dye job and facelift cannot reclaim Harrison Ford from his caducity; as for the Frenchwoman, Vanessa Paradis doesn’t fit the pretty yet simple pointy-head mold at all, does she? Please don’t get me rolling on Jean Reno as Inspector Fache – besotted with Reno since the more dignified Le Grand Bleu and The Professional, I find it unsettling.
Not Just Unsettling, But Wrong: My arrival at the last few chapters of the novel solidifed my inner casting agent’s decision to have Christopher Lee play the part of Leigh Teabing (I really wanted Leo “Rumpole of the Bailey” McKern, but he seems to be dead). Imagine my surprise when this morning’s entertainment news announced none other than my most favorite Shakespearean actor and bringer-to-life of Tolkien’s trilogy, Sir Ian McKellen, in the role of Sir Leigh. Conjure up a mental image of the world’s richest and creamiest butter being spread into a wafer-thin layer on a Saltine, and you may get an inkling of my thoughts on Sir Ian accepting this borderline role.
No one could have played Gandalf but Sir Ian. Some other red-nosed codger could have taken on The DV Code role. England has plenty of them. Come on, did we really like Sean Connery in Indiana Jones and the Final Countdown or whatever that was?
Yeah yeah, Christopher “Dr. Who” Eccleston as the albino and Alfred Molina for the Spanish bishop. They are but diminutive snags in the larger tapestry of disappointment surrounding casting ethics. *sigh* As long as Ron Howard doesn’t present an end with imported Ewoks singing alongside poorly-composited spirits of the Knights Templar and everyone who swallowed bullets through the story, I shouldn’t ask for much more from my $7.50, right?
Behold the power of geologists communicating via the intarwebs …
me: (as regards one of D’s annoying qualities) Oooh, look, I found a fault!
Jules: I believe you have just stumbled upon the hingepin joke of geologist relationship humor.
me: Aaaah, she caught it, but of course she would. All of my faults, however, are normal. Ba dump bump.
Jules: *DING* My faults are *thrust*
me: …
Jules: That makes no sense whatsoever.
