I really AM going to make some original posts. I just have to get the computer stable and stay home long enough. Can you tell it’s summer?
Quiz: What Condiment Are You?
Well, phonically this goes very well with the previous quiz, although the literal-minded such as myself will note that it’s not really a good match.
Still, accurate!
You Are Hot Sauce |
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You have a knack for helping people happily embrace their true selves. You are ambitious, driven, and fearless. You love taking risks. Your taste in food is 100% adventurous. You’re up for sampling any exotic cuisine or someone’s kitchen experiments. You live for trying new things, and you get sick of eating the same food (even if it’s very delicious). |
Quiz: What’s your penis name?
Well, we’ve had some bombastic requests from members of the machosphere to lighten up on the “what lip gloss texture are you?” quizzes and up the “are you just a manly man or do you actually make Paul Bunyan look gay?” quizzes, so here’s the macho-iest one I could find, stolen from the Phantom Lord of Ultimate Darkness:
Your Penis Name Is… |
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the Blogosphere works in mysterious ways
Operation Global Media Domination
Indeed, no sooner had I cried to the heavens with wailing and the rending of garments (well, they were slightly torn already, but surely that counts? Like, God wouldn’t be picky about placement in linear time, would he? Ya think a deity doesn’t have better things to do than fart around with continuity details? Puh-leez!) about the loss of my paid gig than the clouds parted (probably accompanied by the Red Sea, but I can’t tell from here…anybody got Google Earth?) the angels sang (NIN’s Year Zero
It’s a scary, only-virtually hedonistic place in there, Gizmodo: the kind of Xanadu that a Zeta Male imagines is heaven…imagines from the comfort of a Barcalounger in his mom’s basement. IE his mom’s basement, but with more stuff!
Anyway, I lost a job and, true to form, I whined. I mean, if I hadn’t whined you’d have had grounds to send in a missing person’s report, as I’d obviously have been abducted and replaced with some sort of replicant. Some pray, I whine. What can I say? The payout rate is better when I do it my way.
Fun blogging to re-commence in 24 minus n hours!
Which reminds me: for some reason I thought there was an underwear hook on this post…if it re-occurs to me, I’ll make an underwear-related post to explain. Gawd knows what it was, only it had something to do with doctors and Amy Winehouse.
The Swag Report: Swag Yourself!
Attention girls, women, womyn, ladies, and Eddie Izzards of the Blogosphere: over at TeenyManolo we are giving away a super-stylin’ Stila lip glaze stick, worth $16.50 in American Greenbacks. You put out for us, you win a chance to get us to put out for you. Which is kind of like gender reversal, but whatever.
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