Who would have thought?

Your #1 Match: INTP

The Thinker You are analytical and logical - and on a quest to learn everything you can. Smart and complex, you always love a new intellectual challenge. Your biggest pet peeve is people who slow you down with trivial chit chat. A quiet maverick, you tend to ignore rules and authority whenever you feel like it. You would make an excellent mathematician, programmer, or professor.

Your #2 Match: INFP

The Idealist You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world. Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close. But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

Your #3 Match: ENTP

The Visionary You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression. You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything. Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off. You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments. You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.

Your #4 Match: ENFP

The Inspirer You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends. You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules. Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives. You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller! You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.

Your #5 Match: INTJ

The Scientist You have a head for ideas - and you are good at improving systems. Logical and strategic, you prefer for everything in your life to be organized. You tend to be a bit skeptical. You're both critical of yourself and of others. Independent and stubborn, you tend to only befriend those who are a lot like you. You would make an excellent scientist, engineer, or programmer.

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NFT will be a little late…

So, um, I woke up this morning dressed in my Ninja outfit that I thought I’d lost during my move into my fabulous hidden mountain compound last summer and there was a framed painting of Oprah laying on a feathered bed super glued to my ceiling. A guy dressed like a Jedi is sitting on my futon couch in the living room waving his lightsaber around, a ballerina is making eggs over easy with toast and juice, there’s cotton balls everywhere and my cats are no where to be found. There’s a makeshift rope made from toilet paper hanging from my radiator and out through the bedroom window (That’s why it was so damned cold when I woke up!). Something happened last night. All I remember is getting a taste for wine and talking myself into going to the liquor store for “just a little nip of the good old merlot”. The Korean woman behind the counter said something Korean to me after I gave her my credit card and here I am.
Now, I know I said I was done drinking but sometimes people get weak…Yes, I fell to a little weakness but I still can’t figure out where the Jedi came from, or the ballerina. Those damn cats of mine know something, but I’m gonna have to wait until they come back before I get some straight answers. The ballerina only speaks Russian and the Jedi keeps talking in that damn Yoda dialect (ooh, big word); I have no idea what he’s saying right now. I’m glad I found my Ninja outfit though. Guess I’ll make some coffee, everything makes sense after coffee.
SHIT!! I haven’t even begun working on the next issue of Needles for Teeth yet, that’s why I wanted the wine in the first place…I work better loaded for some reason…My Ninja outfit is really smooth, is this velvet? A Ninja only wears the best fabric.

I quit drinking for this?

My cats shed too much, way too much. I get home from work today and there's cat fur everywhere, all over the joint is at least one smooth layer of cat fur. This happens about once a month and it takes about a day to clean it all. Some time ago I'd been thinking about shaving both of them down (I have two of the little bastards) but I think I was maybe talking out loud and the next day I couldn't find my hair clippers. It's been about two weeks now and they still haven't turned up. I'm sure that the cats have hidden my clippers, but I can't find them. This is getting a little out of hand. I have an afro now, big one. With the fro I'm a good foot and a half taller than normal, I should get into hip hop, become a rapper, all the greats have huge fros', and they get PAID!. I could change my name to MC Love Swami, or Dr. AntiFreeze, or The FLZA. I could be like Grandmaster Flash or that kid from What's Happening, the old TV show from the 70's. Damn cats. They're lucky I have bird flu or I'd go and get new clippers, but I'm not allowed in Walgreens anymore after infecting half the staff last week. The manager said that I had a "strange air" about me, whatever the hell that means. Stupid cats and their shedding. I think I'm gonna dress up like Lando Calrissian and chase old ladies though the produce section of Safeway now, that'll make me happy. I'll be back later ...

Back from The Dead

Wow, I’m late, really late. Damn, it’s been a hell of a month so far.
So, updates yes?

The NFT reading at Gabor’s went very well, everyone had a blast, I got loaded and staggered home carrying a mini amp and a future hangover. That next morning I woke up sick as a mad bastard and didn’t go to work, no real loss there, but that hangover was a bitch. It was then that I’d decided to go on sobriety for a while. So, twenty days as of tomorrow and no booze, I’m haven’t been to the pub in about two weeks, and I do feel the better for it. Things have slowed down some and that’s cool, but I have a little more money now which is always good. But the funny thing is that after ten days of being that sober guy, I got the flu. I haven’t had the flu in years and I never take flu shots, don’t trust them. And I’m still sick, not as bad as a week ago when I was bed ridden and drooling Theraflu, popping Actifed and Sedafed like candy, but it’s still there. No one’s allowed in the flat until this is gone, but that’s okay, it’s too damn cold for anyone to come out anyway.

So now, I’m finally alert enough to try and get back to this writing game, I’ve had to push the deadline back for my current writers until next weekend due to the fact that I’m backed up with work myself. Gonna take a little while longer to get the groove back, but that’s the charm of playing the game, reevaluating the skills and maturing them with a bit of writers therapy, which is simply reading. That always gets me back into the game good and proper.
Now it’s time for a little Nyquil and my book of Raymond Carver stories. Hopefully this damn flu bug will be gone by this time next week. I have a lot of work and catching up to do.

Will update sooner than later next time, hopefully it’ll be a bit more interesting.