Got bored today, so I decided to buzz around Emode.com until they threw results at me:
God of Love:
Hark - the oracle speaks! A bolt of lightning falls from the sky! SHAZAAM! As the smoke clears, the hidden deity in you emerges and is revealed to be:
EROS, God of Love.
As a devotee of this long-neglected virtue, you are a committed romantic. You prefer to savor the joys of seduction before you step into the bedroom. This quality makes you incredibly attractive to women, who seem to melt in your presence. They sense your strong character and respect your ideals. They dream of stealing you away and making dreamy love to you all day long. Not to say you wouldn't be happy to oblige, but you want to make sure that there's some emotional or intellectual compatibility between you and your partner to carry the relationship along. By the time you are ready to show them your godly performance, they're hooked. You take sex seriously and show your lucky woman a passion that has only existed in her wildest dreams. You are probably an emotionally expressive and sensitive person whose pleasure comes from pleasing others. Your chivalrous ways have probably earned you a following of fans and a trail of satisfied mortals in your wake.
Type of Flirt:
Hey there, slick! We think it's pretty safe to say that you're a Smooth Flirt. You've got all the right moves, and you're confident that your target will appreciate all your winks and smiles. All it takes is the perfect line, right? Maybe so, as long as you deliver it with your charm meter set to "stun." Your flirting style is the perfect mix of body language and pure animal magnetism. With you on their trail, how can your prey possibly hope to get away? Seduction is inevitable. Just make sure not to overdo it. There's something to be said for simple, direct conversation. Your way with words and smooth moves guarantee that you'll hit the bullseye.
Notify Tom Brokaw! :-D
-Rich
Saturday, September 29, 2001
It Gets Better
In the perfect ending to a perfect month, I now join the ranks of the unemployed among this stout and stalwart group of bloggers.
I could (still may) give a sordid blow-by-blow account of the events leading up to my becoming a free agent, but for now suffice to say that mine was quite possibly the most apologetic, polite firing I've ever been privy to.
And you know what? I'm glad to be gone. I've been repeatedly raked over emotional coals for the past month (why is it that my best efforts to lose weight only take hold when I'm too stressed to eat?), and as such I'm quite prepared to make the most of the two additional paid weeks I've been given to de-stress as well as seek other employ. I've already got a solid nibble to pursue, and my résumé is a strong one, even in the current job climate, so I can, for the most part, relax.
Sorry for the sparseness of updates here, especially with the heaping helping of post-Towers spleen in the previous post. Now that I've happened upon a surfeit of free time I should be able to do a better job. I do need to get myself back into the routine of thinking like normal people, though - I've been in fight/flight mode for the past 32 days or so, and as such I'm still a little on edge. When my hours-of-sleep-per day arc back above seven I think I'll be better off.
So, let's see. What else has been going on in the world? Football, NASCAR, Basketball and Baseball have all restarted, a third self-contained artificial heart recipient has embarked on an apparent recovery, our President seems to have all of a sudden grown up in everyone's eyes, and Deep Space One has performed an impressive flyby of a comet. Whew. Glad to know the world didn't stop completely while I was gone.
So anyway, hello again, everyone. I'll try to strick around more consistently from now on. :-D
-Rich
I could (still may) give a sordid blow-by-blow account of the events leading up to my becoming a free agent, but for now suffice to say that mine was quite possibly the most apologetic, polite firing I've ever been privy to.
And you know what? I'm glad to be gone. I've been repeatedly raked over emotional coals for the past month (why is it that my best efforts to lose weight only take hold when I'm too stressed to eat?), and as such I'm quite prepared to make the most of the two additional paid weeks I've been given to de-stress as well as seek other employ. I've already got a solid nibble to pursue, and my résumé is a strong one, even in the current job climate, so I can, for the most part, relax.
Sorry for the sparseness of updates here, especially with the heaping helping of post-Towers spleen in the previous post. Now that I've happened upon a surfeit of free time I should be able to do a better job. I do need to get myself back into the routine of thinking like normal people, though - I've been in fight/flight mode for the past 32 days or so, and as such I'm still a little on edge. When my hours-of-sleep-per day arc back above seven I think I'll be better off.
So, let's see. What else has been going on in the world? Football, NASCAR, Basketball and Baseball have all restarted, a third self-contained artificial heart recipient has embarked on an apparent recovery, our President seems to have all of a sudden grown up in everyone's eyes, and Deep Space One has performed an impressive flyby of a comet. Whew. Glad to know the world didn't stop completely while I was gone.
So anyway, hello again, everyone. I'll try to strick around more consistently from now on. :-D
-Rich
Sunday, September 16, 2001
Commenting at Long Last
I've been trying to decide what to post here for several days.
On the one hand, I have little that I perhaps should say, for the simple reason that I'm angry and saddened to a point that I'm likely to say things I'll wish I hadn't later.
On the other hand, not saying anything is worse; I can feel the built-up pressure of rage and sorrow, and I know that even if no one reads this I must for my own sanity begin to express this backlog, lest I succumb to it and either despair or explode.
We, as Americans, have been violated. Faceless destruction and cowardly evil have seen fit to grace us with their presence here, and to strike at all that we have taken for granted for so long that it has come to define us. Our airlines were some of the freest because they could be. Our immigration controls were lax because they could be. We are a people so accustomed to living free that it has became an indelible part of us. Now, those easy extravagances of freedom will change forever; not because they necessarily should, but because those who cannot abide such freedom and seethe at such prosperity decided to strike at us through them.
Ours is a society that was founded on the struggle for freedom from tyranny - another indelible trait we bear as a nation. The indolence that we sometimes show as a result of having won that struggle so completely is apparently easily mistaken for weakness. It's nigh impossible to buy an American flag in the city of Richmond and across the country tonight. The people of New York have been galvanized, and kindness and heroism flow there like water amid the pulverized concrete. Congress has given President Bush carte blanche to make war on those responsible for the carnage, and I sleep better at night knowing that we are preparing both to combat the threat, preventing recurrence of this evil, and to visit justice on the perpetrator.
I hold no illusions that I am immune to the desire for revenge: my country has been struck by an enemy that chooses to hide in shadows rather than declare itself; that must move in utmost secrecy and suspicion to survive; that thinks nothing of snuffing thousands of innocents to make a political point. I have a sister and a cousin that live in New York City; for their both surviving unscathed, I am abjectly thankful to the Almighty. For their having been endangered, and for the myriad lives that have been lost, I would attend with satisfaction the perpetrators' public execution.
I am not advocating unfocused rage against Arabs. I am not advocating atrocities to "balance the scales" or any such nonsense. I am advocating identifying and hunting down the human detritus responsible for plotting and ordering these attacks like the animals they have shown themselves to be, and bringing them to the harshest justice allowed by the rules we follow as a nation.
For the first time in over a year I'm moved to quote Senator John McCain as so many have:
On the one hand, I have little that I perhaps should say, for the simple reason that I'm angry and saddened to a point that I'm likely to say things I'll wish I hadn't later.
On the other hand, not saying anything is worse; I can feel the built-up pressure of rage and sorrow, and I know that even if no one reads this I must for my own sanity begin to express this backlog, lest I succumb to it and either despair or explode.
We, as Americans, have been violated. Faceless destruction and cowardly evil have seen fit to grace us with their presence here, and to strike at all that we have taken for granted for so long that it has come to define us. Our airlines were some of the freest because they could be. Our immigration controls were lax because they could be. We are a people so accustomed to living free that it has became an indelible part of us. Now, those easy extravagances of freedom will change forever; not because they necessarily should, but because those who cannot abide such freedom and seethe at such prosperity decided to strike at us through them.
Ours is a society that was founded on the struggle for freedom from tyranny - another indelible trait we bear as a nation. The indolence that we sometimes show as a result of having won that struggle so completely is apparently easily mistaken for weakness. It's nigh impossible to buy an American flag in the city of Richmond and across the country tonight. The people of New York have been galvanized, and kindness and heroism flow there like water amid the pulverized concrete. Congress has given President Bush carte blanche to make war on those responsible for the carnage, and I sleep better at night knowing that we are preparing both to combat the threat, preventing recurrence of this evil, and to visit justice on the perpetrator.
I hold no illusions that I am immune to the desire for revenge: my country has been struck by an enemy that chooses to hide in shadows rather than declare itself; that must move in utmost secrecy and suspicion to survive; that thinks nothing of snuffing thousands of innocents to make a political point. I have a sister and a cousin that live in New York City; for their both surviving unscathed, I am abjectly thankful to the Almighty. For their having been endangered, and for the myriad lives that have been lost, I would attend with satisfaction the perpetrators' public execution.
I am not advocating unfocused rage against Arabs. I am not advocating atrocities to "balance the scales" or any such nonsense. I am advocating identifying and hunting down the human detritus responsible for plotting and ordering these attacks like the animals they have shown themselves to be, and bringing them to the harshest justice allowed by the rules we follow as a nation.
For the first time in over a year I'm moved to quote Senator John McCain as so many have:
God may show you mercy. We will not.-Rich
Friday, September 07, 2001
So little of what passes our way receives due appreciation.
We are distractable little monkeys, constantly flitting from shiny distraction to glittery grabbable...
Focus: that fleeting moment of fire when the brain achieves a stranglehold,
And we momentarily transcend into humanity,
Able truly to see, understand, reason and care.
Such ruthless effort; slick as mercury on a mirror...
We are distractable little monkeys, constantly flitting from shiny distraction to glittery grabbable...
Focus: that fleeting moment of fire when the brain achieves a stranglehold,
And we momentarily transcend into humanity,
Able truly to see, understand, reason and care.
Such ruthless effort; slick as mercury on a mirror...
Thursday, September 06, 2001
Tuesday, September 04, 2001
Shoutin' Out
Been an exciting few days at the work establishment. Gyration concerning who's getting what project. Ah well - I figure it'll all work out one way or another.
In other news, an old friend hunted me down recently (thanks to Tripp's oh-so-neglected blog; apparently his name is easier to search for than mine), and we've reestablished contact. Always great to have friendliness falling from the sky. :-D If you're reading, you know who you are!
On the writing front, things have accelerated again with the arrival of a few books on novel writing that I ordered from Amazon. Motivation, baby. Can't beat it. :-p
I also received my SpeedPass today; for those of you who might not know this bit of bourgeois tech, it's a little keychain (sent free by SpeedPass Inc. or whoever when you sign up and link it to a credit or debit card) that you wave in front of a sensor (in most cases at the gas pump), at which point the little gizmo communicates your account number (*not* your card number) and receipt yes/no preference to the pump and hey presto, you're pumping gas without having to rummage in your wallet in front of God and everybody.
SpeedPass has only the one gas-pump use in Richmond right now (and only at select Exxons, no less - but there's one not two blocks from my apartment - score!), but it's catching on fast, and soon should be accepted at McDonalds', grocery stores, auto-service shops and the like. Superfluous as it might sound (how hard is getting out a credit card, really?), it has the virtue of being simple enough to use that your average Joe Sixpack or Jane Boxwine can use it without memorizing PINs or fumbling with gas-machine card readers and a worn-down credit card stripe.
But let's not forget the matter of having to cancel your SpeedPass immediately if you lose your key ring, because requiring neither PIN nor signature is a great way to give people who find a lost SpeedPass free money. Luckily I can't remember the last time I lost my keys permanently - if I ever have, in 15 years of driving. Knock wood. :-D
Anything else going on? Oh yes, I've discovered spaceflight games again: some oldies but goodies. StarLancer, Wing Commander: Prophecy and Freespace 2, in order of preference. Excellent action and eye candy. Just what the doctor ordered for stress.
-Rich
In other news, an old friend hunted me down recently (thanks to Tripp's oh-so-neglected blog; apparently his name is easier to search for than mine), and we've reestablished contact. Always great to have friendliness falling from the sky. :-D If you're reading, you know who you are!
On the writing front, things have accelerated again with the arrival of a few books on novel writing that I ordered from Amazon. Motivation, baby. Can't beat it. :-p
I also received my SpeedPass today; for those of you who might not know this bit of bourgeois tech, it's a little keychain (sent free by SpeedPass Inc. or whoever when you sign up and link it to a credit or debit card) that you wave in front of a sensor (in most cases at the gas pump), at which point the little gizmo communicates your account number (*not* your card number) and receipt yes/no preference to the pump and hey presto, you're pumping gas without having to rummage in your wallet in front of God and everybody.
SpeedPass has only the one gas-pump use in Richmond right now (and only at select Exxons, no less - but there's one not two blocks from my apartment - score!), but it's catching on fast, and soon should be accepted at McDonalds', grocery stores, auto-service shops and the like. Superfluous as it might sound (how hard is getting out a credit card, really?), it has the virtue of being simple enough to use that your average Joe Sixpack or Jane Boxwine can use it without memorizing PINs or fumbling with gas-machine card readers and a worn-down credit card stripe.
But let's not forget the matter of having to cancel your SpeedPass immediately if you lose your key ring, because requiring neither PIN nor signature is a great way to give people who find a lost SpeedPass free money. Luckily I can't remember the last time I lost my keys permanently - if I ever have, in 15 years of driving. Knock wood. :-D
Anything else going on? Oh yes, I've discovered spaceflight games again: some oldies but goodies. StarLancer, Wing Commander: Prophecy and Freespace 2, in order of preference. Excellent action and eye candy. Just what the doctor ordered for stress.
-Rich
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