quizzes

  • Typealyzer

    According to www.typealyzer.com, my blog style is

    ISTP-The Mechanics

    The independent and problem-solving type. They are especially attuned to the demands of the moment are masters of responding to challenges that arise spontaneously. They generally prefer to think things out for themselves and often avoid inter-personal conflicts.

    The Mechanics enjoy working together with other independent and highly skilled people and often like seek fun and action both in their work and personal life. They enjoy adventure and risk such as in driving race cars or working as policemen and firefighters.

    Interesting-your thoughts?

  • Tagged

    Tagged by MadisonLinh. I will leave to those of you who know me to determine how accurate you think this is

    Your view on yourself:

    You are down-to-earth and people like you because you
    are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you
    will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that
    usually appeals to both parties.

    The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

    You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend – you
    are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more
    open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking
    for might hide their charm under their exterior.

    Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

    You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right
    person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might
    that person.

    The seriousness of your love:

    You like to flirt and behave seductively. The
    opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that’s why you’ll always
    have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about
    choosing someone to be in a relationship with?

    Your views on education

    Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

    The right job for you:

    You’re a practical person and will choose a secure
    job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important.
    Find a regular job doing just that and you’ll be set for life.

    How do you view success:

    You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at
    the career you would like to have in case you don’t succeed. Don’t give
    up when you haven’t yet even started! Be courageous.

    What are you most afraid of:

    You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.

    Who is your true self:

    You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending
    time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find
    solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you
    learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.

  • because i was bored

    70%

    Find your Match at JustSayHi

    30

    Looking for payday loan?

    Because I was bored

  • bored yet?

    CONTINGENCY PLAN

    eight-NARROW ESCAPES

    Crystal was covered in blood. Thankfully, none of it was her own, though she hadnt been sure for a while there. The one thing Crystal was sure of was that Josh’s injunction against attacking the undead no longer applied. People in Santa Barbara were attacking anything that moved, without bothering to check first if it was infected or not.

    It had begun yesterday. Crystal had been packing her things up to go and head back to the valley, when Jenn had convinced her to go out for one more dinner. Crystal had reluctantly agreed. While they were at dinner, several students had wandered in the door of the pizza parlor, acting strangely. Strangely to anyone who hadnt had zombies described to them anyway. While they were milling about the entrance, another impatient student had come up behind the group and tapped one on the shoulder

    “cmon dude, some of us are hungry too.”

    At which point the student he had tapped turned around and bit him on the arm. His scream of pain and outrage attracted the attention of the remainder of the group, not to mention the other patrons of the restaurant.

    “Motherfucker! What the shit did you bite me for! fuck man! You fuckers need to restrain your drunk ass friend so he-WHAT THE FUCK!”

    The student stood no chance as the other five zombies quickly turned their attention to this easy prey.
    Crystal stood up, pizza in hand.
    “Time to go, Jenn”

    Jenn, wide eyed, allowed herself to be led up from the table and out the back door of the restaurant, while Crystal watched as the other patrons either ran to go stop the fight (stupid of them) or went for the exits. They exited into isla vista

    “Shit.”

    They were surrounded. It wasnt like the movies where things were on fire, people were crashing or running around with moaning zombies chasing them. In fact, the eerie bussinesslike silence was all the more terror inducing. The zombies just wandered around wherever the mood seemed to take them, to cars, restaurants, down the middle of the street, almost as they had when they were simply students. The living were easier to identify because they were usually alone or in groups of one or two, as compared to the ever growing amoeba like mob of the infected. Even the survivors werent making a lot of noise. Many just cowered in place, hiding in doorways or cars hoping they wouldnt be noticed. And for many it would have worked were not the crowd of infected thickening by the moment. After all, even the most dimwitted predator will notice something in its personal space, and as zombies flooded the streets from who knew where, places to hide were becoming few and far between.

    “Cmon, we have to get to my car, we can get out of here”
    “He was right”
    “What? who was right?”
    “Josh was right”
    “Duh, but lets focus on not dying right now, mmkay? CMON”
    “I need a weapon. my stick!”
    “Screw your stick, its a piece of freaking wood…I have two swords and a crobar in my car if we can make it, let;s go!”
    “Must have a weapon…only way to be safe”

    And Jenn went bolting off to the dorms

    “Jenn!”

    But her friend chose not to hear her, running instead toward the crowded dorms, a place sure to be swarming by now. Well, screw that. Jenn was her best friend, but Crystal was not losing her life or humanity to someone determined to die. She would get to her car and procure herself a weapon. Then, if she had time, she might seek out Jenn. Friends dont let friends become zombies. She set out toward the visitor parking lot, and wondered how the others were doing

    …………………

    Phil was checking his instant messenger like a madman, looking for any kind of communication from anyone. He didnt doubt Josh was alive, but clearly he was unable to respond. And Phil couldnt afford to wait any longer. The zombies were present in great enough numbers that he didnt dare go outside without someone to watch his back. Just the other day he had seen one of the neighbors go out to try and scare off the mob of what appeared to her to be well dressed homeless. As she repeatedly hit them with brooms, a few of the zombies did move away. Right up until the point when another walked up behind her and bit the back of her head. The moment of confusion was all it took for three more to swarm her, and down she went. The scariest part was how it all happened in silence. None of the neighbors had left their houses since then and the zombies had free run of any with open doors. The carcass of the neighbor lay in the street, mute testimony to the truth of zombie existence. With the majority of her head gnawed off, Phil didnt think she would be getting back up, either.

    Well, he wasnt staying here anymore. Crystal wasnt coming back to this neighborhood even if she had made it out of Santa Barbara, and he only had enough food supplies for a few weeks. Phil was going to set out for Santa Barbara himself, though not before making sure he was better prepared. So Phil went down to the garage, hooked two bicycles onto the back of his civic, and put half the food and weapons in the trunk. He kept the other half of the food in the backseat, and a hammer and wrench on the dash. The last thing he grabbed from his house was batteries, and every available cell phone. He may not be able to wait by the computer, but with AIM availble on most phones, any messages Josh left would get forwarded to whichever phone he happened to leave on, at least until the power cut out.

    Phil got in the car and opened the garage. The noise attracted the attention of about 15 zombies, who had lined up in front of him like tenpins by the time the door was fully elevated. Phil took a deep breath. “They’re already dead man, you can do this.” Then he put the pedal to the floor and drove through the crowd. Two went over the windshield and one under the tires with a sickening crunch. But Phil was clear. Despite knowing he shouldnt, he looked back to see a man cut nearly in half, intestines spilling out but trying to crawl toward the car nonetheless. Phil breathed a sigh of relief…that sight, disturbing as it was by itself, meant he had been right. He hadnt risked killing innocents and these zombies, like the stories said, probably had to be taken out by head shots. He eased back in the chair and took a moment to gather himself. It was almost his last.

    A fist crashed through the driver side window, showering Phil with shards of glass. While he had been staring behind him, another zombie had come up in Phils blind spot and with one attempt broken through the window. This one looked like a teenager, but no teenager phil knew was that strong. While the arm missed Phil, it did grab the steering wheel, Phil slammed on the gas, but the zombie merely got dragged along down the street, not loosening its hold in the slightest, reaching for Phil with its other hand even as the first one continued to maintain a death grip. Phil knew he wouldnt be able to shake the zombie like this, but he wasnt abandoning the car…he needed it, at least for now. So Phil hit the breaks, and as the zombie swung forward, it’s free hand missed Phil by inches yet again. With the car stopped, Phil grabbed the hammer beside him, kicked open the driver side door and jumped out. The zombie turned toward Phil and released the steering wheel. Phil let it follow him several steps away from the car, all the while watching as other zombies closed the distance. Once the first zombie was four paces away from the civic, Phil ran in close and ducked. As he predicted, the zombie made another grab for him, its arms closing over empty air. Phil popped up as they closed their loop, and used one hand to hold the zombies arms against itself so it couldnt grab him. The other arm brought the hammer down right at the bridge of the zombies nose as Phil attempted to smash its head in. The first few times, he heard a crack a bone, but the continued movement told him he dare not release his grip. Instead he continued hammering in a straight line up the zombies skull. Just as he was beginning to fear that he had been wrong and these zombies were immune to head injury, Phil heard one more crunch and the thing in front of him went limp and heavy. Phil wasted no time examining where the sweet spot was, instead running for the car as other infected closed the distance. He made it in, closed the door and peeled out down the street, his last view of the curtains of another house parting as he sped off to a more relative safety than his neighbors were likely to have. He may be safe for the moment, but those injuries would slow him down considerably, especially if they got infected. Luckily, he knew of a hospital nearby where he could pick up medical supplies, and hopefully a medic. For the moment, at least, saving Crystal would have to wait.

    ………………………………

    Brian was enjoying himself. All of a sudden, it seemed it had become socially acceptable to hit people with baseball bats. Now Brian was not by nature a violent person, but dude, this was just like playing a video game. Brian had returned to his apartment to find it surrounded by a mob of zombies, too thick for him to make it through. That meant his survival for the moment depended on what he was carrying in his backpack. His list of supplies numbered thus: 3 packs of batteries, 5 boxes of shotgun shells, a metal baseball bat, 12 nutrigrain bars, a pack of beef jerky, a flashlight, a cell phone, and his digital camera along with 5 dv tapes, only one of which was even remotely full. Sadly, the shotgun was in the apartment, so Brian was without his preferred weapon, but c’est la vie. He grabbed a bicycle from the rack, and headed back toward the hospital he had seen last time and the nearby Wal-Mart. The police were there and clearly uninformed about the threat they were dealing with. One policeman was already down and surrounded by a mob who were devouring him like a blue light special. The other had opened fire on the zombies poring out of the walmart, but it was only serving to draw attention to himself from the zombies both in and out of the shopping complex. Brian watched as they put bullet after bullet into the chest of each of the zombies, wounds which bled, but neither slowed nor stopped the inexorable advance. Brian coasted down the hill and shouted, “GO FOR THE HEAD” As he gave one of the infected a good solid whack, dropping it like a sack of bricks. The terrified policeman quickly complied and began having a much higher success rate. Right up until he ran out of bullets. Brian and the policeman locked eyes and in that instant, Brian knew he couldnt make it in time. Nonetheless, he was determined to try, and as he pedaled toward the mob, he saw the policeman pull a shotgun from the back of the car and use it as a club. However, his angle was bad, and he couldnt deliver the force needed to crush skulls. One of the zombies finally got a hold of his foot and pulled him down. As it sank his teeth into the policemans leg, Brian made one last desperate shout-”Throw me the gun! I have ammo!”

    The halfhearted toss landed amidst 4 zombies in the middle of a shopping cart. The effect would have been comical if Brian hadnt wanted the firepower so badly. He couldnt count on his drive by technique to take out the zombies, they were too close together. So He stopped the bike well back of the line of scrimmage, and ran toward them screaming. They didnt react. He didnt expect them to, It just made him feel braver. The first one dropped before it even got an arm up, and the second shortly after. Brian just missed the third zombie and instead landed the bat on its shoulder. He spun and smacked the legs of the fourth, knocking it to the ground just as it was leaning in to bite him.

    “Wait your damn turn”

    Brian turned back to deal with the third zombie. He waited til it came slightly closer, then he feinted left. As the zombie took the bait, Brian went right, came up behind it and caved in its head. He then grabbed the shotgun from the cart, and quickly loaded a few shells into it. Just as he finished, he felt a hand on his ankle. The fourth and final zombie had crawled over to him, and seized his leg. Brian sighed, more exasperated with himself than anything. As the zombie pulled itself closer, in an attempt to bite Brian, he twisted his body, turned and pointed the barrel right at the zombies face.

    “This. Is. My. Boomstick.”

    Then he pulled the trigger, and the hand on his ankle released as the excuse for a mind controlling it got spattered over the pavement. Brian looked around at his options. The Walmart was out of the question, since most of its shoppers were either zombies, or too stupid to leave a walmart full of zombies. The hospital however still only had a few zombies in front of it. There were undoubtedly more inside, but there was also a cafeteria. And Brian was famished. Until he could find a place to stock up on non-perishables, he could sneak in for a quick meal of hospital food, maybe some medicine, and some survivors who might be able to help him. Brian walked the bike over to the hospital, leaned it against the wall, and entered the lobby. As he headed down the deserted hallways in search of survivors or sustenance, he wondered how his brother was doing…

    TO BE CONTINUED…

    70%


  • Caturday

    The Which Lolcat Are You? Test

    Your Score: Cheezburger cat

    75% Affectionate, 71% Excitable, 62% Hungry

    Sure, you deserve one. You helped popularized lolcats from a running
    gag to an online sensation. Now mainstream media writes asinine columns
    on this ‘phenomenon’, students write theses on the topic, programming
    languages adopt the grammar, and losers write tests about them on
    dating sites. Now take your cheezburger and never touch the internets
    again.

    To see all possible results, checka dis.

    Haha, i iz cheezburger cat. And for my bro, i post dis comic

    Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic

    I Have The Power
  • My Daemon

    Taken from crystal-My original one was a tiger…lets see if you all agree

  • Musings 2

    So i was drifting aimlessly through the internets, and found a new quiz/meme thingy that looked like it could lead to future timewasting

    So i present to you the Johari and Nohari windows. Basically, i went through a list of adjectives and picked 6 words i felt described my strenghts and weaknesses. The real fun comes however with the audience participation-i want YOU to go to the two below links and pick the 5-6 adjectives that YOU think describe me for both. Don’t worry, it’s anonymous-think of it as a general constructive criticism of me in general. If you dont know me in real life, feel free to wing it and pick things just based off my writing style-it’s a good chance to see where i am doing well in life and where i might be able to improve

    Johari=http://kevan.org/johari?name=rveblade
    Nohari=http://kevan.org/nohari?name=rveblade

    And now for the entertainment portion, I present, the evolution of all sports as we know them

    At
    first a game is simple. Each rule in a sport was made because some guy
    sucked and he wanted to give himself and advantage.Take Tennis for
    example, which I’ve started playing….on nintendo wii

    Fred says “try to hit the
    ball past me.” Bob hits it by Fred and yells “one point for me!” Fred
    says “no, umm… it has to bounce once on my side. Yea, that is it.”
    Bob hits it by Fred (letting it bounce once) and says “one point for
    me!” Fred says “No, umm… it has to bounce once on my side, but inside
    this smaller square.” And so on.

    And they haven’t even gotten in
    to boundaries, Community Chest cards, volleying for serves, serves, the
    net, deuces, scoring matches and set, valid excuses for losing, etc…
    Eventually Bob gets piss off and has a decision to make. This is a
    crucial part in the evolutionary development of the game and either
    decision will have lasting ramifications. Bob can…

    Option 1.) Kill Fred.
    Option 2.) Vow to never play the sport again.

    For all known sports the Bob chose option 2, which meant Fred must
    find someone new to play the game with. The only exception to this is
    Hockey. Bob chose to kill Fred, and Fred liked the effort so much he
    decided to make it part of the game.

    Fred finally finds someone
    new to play the game with – probably a girl (allowing him to hit on her
    while teaching the sport). His first move is to make a crucial
    precedent though – he must start
    by telling Julia “the rules are a little complicated, but this is how Bob and I always played.” Now the sport is set in stone.

    Then
    the sport gets a name. Later Nike makes a shoe for it – the sport can
    now become an Olympic event. On top of that, each game caters to the
    breeding of a specific type of weird physical trait. For basketball you
    should be tall, hockey you want to be Canadian, sumo you want to be as
    big as Canada, baseball you want to be easily amused, swimming you want
    to be a dolphin, etc…

    that’s it for today…time for sleeping!

    -J

  • My visual DNA

    In another break from thailand posting (almost done, don’t worry!)* here is a fun survey i took from enamorcontigo (and i found our pic steph, i will upload it later)

    *Why do i feel the need to keep defending myself about my slow pic posting? do any of you people care? And yet, i still do. *shrugs*

    anyway…

    My Visual Profile:

    Moods: Easy Rider

    The kick of the city appeals to you like nothing else. It makes you feel alive. You can see beauty in the most inhospitable environments. You are street smart and quite self assured. When it comes to art, you appreciate flair and precision. Highbrow and in the know, you’ve got an eye for fine detail. As for music, for you, it’s all abotu memories, joining in, singing along to all your favorite cheesy songs. You are fun, easy going, and your tongue is firmly in your cheek. Your choice of treat reveals a simple side to your character-you are easily pleased! You grab a little time for yourself – whenever, and wherever you can. You find a little refuge in the most unusual of places. Always taking life how it comes and living in the moment, you never get fazed by life, you just breeze through

    Fun: Escape Artist

    You love physical activity – You’ve got a real spirit for adventure. Keeping a clear head and healthy body makes you ready for whatever life throws at you. For kicks you like to indulge in your great passions. You are equally happy spending time alone or in company, and your drive and curiosity will take you all over the world. When it comes to holidays, you see them as the perfect chance to further yourself- to learn more about the world around you- you like to be immersed in a completely different world and would be really bored just sitting around on a beach. What grosses you out? you like things to be clean, neat and smelling sweet-that’s not too much to ask, is it? (*actually, i picked the picture of feet, because feet disturb me, but hey that last is true too ) Forever slipping off, getting away from the rat race, and recharging those batteries you are independent, thoughtful, and know yourself well.

    Habits: New Wave Puritan

    Clean and pure- your choice of drink (tea) shows that on the whole you care about your health and make sure you’re putting the right stuff in. As for the home, you are traditional: you invest in quality and history. You like your home to be as stylish as you are. Practicing the art of self discipline, you like things done simply but with an eye for detail

    Love: Love Bug

    You’re a bit of a softie. Love is unconditional and loyal. When you think of freedom- you think of living for the here and now. You’re pretty fearless and take any opportunity given to you

    Want to check your visual DNA? http://dna.imagini.net/friends/

    On the whole, i would say pretty accurate-what think you, my loyal followers?

  • Which superhero am I

    Your results:
    You are Spider-Man

    Spider-Man
    65%
    Robin
    60%
    The Flash
    55%
    Catwoman
    55%
    Iron Man
    55%
    Superman
    55%
    Green Lantern
    55%
    Wonder Woman
    50%
    Supergirl
    50%
    Hulk
    40%
    Batman
    35%
    You are intelligent, witty,
    a bit geeky and have great
    power and responsibility.
    Click here to take the “Which Superhero are you?” quiz…

    Had to take it for fairness. Looks like i would make a better supervillain. But i sure wouldnt mind the crazy agility

    Also, went out to a club for my friend ritika’s bday the other night. And saw Milli Vanilli there. Those guys are huge! as such, i was not going to be making any jokes where they could here me. But yay for pseudo celebrity sightings. Also, for some reason one of the techno songs they played was, i kid you not, a remix of the martin luther king i have a dream speech over a trancy beat. Racist though it may be to say, the black people were totally digging that song and all got up to dance when it came on. Me and my friends were making jokes about things they should have added in since they were already remixing it…like “I have a dream that one day all america will rise up…AND BOOGIE!” or “every man will stand alongside his fellow man, stand up…and GET DOWN!”

    yes, yes, we have established multiple times over that i am a bad bad person. Like me, you will just have to learn to live with it.

    -J

  • What supervillain am I?

    ou are The Joker

    The Joker
    72%
    Dr. Doom
    70%
    Apocalypse
    70%
    Magneto
    67%
    Mr. Freeze
    65%
    Lex Luthor
    63%
    Riddler
    54%
    Juggernaut
    54%
    Dark Phoenix
    48%
    Venom
    47%
    Catwoman
    45%
    Green Goblin
    42%
    Two-Face
    38%
    Kingpin
    34%
    Poison Ivy
    31%
    Mystique
    22%
    The
    Clown Prince of Crime. You are a brilliant mastermind but are
    criminally insane. You love to joke around while accomplishing the task
    at hand.
    Click here to take the “Which Super Villain are you?” quiz…

    figures I would be someone from Batman

    -J