Monday, January 23, 2006

All right, I took the quiz, and it turns out, I do put career before men.

You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut

You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.

You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...

Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.

To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.

Why are these stupid quizzes so intriguing?
See, like I couldn’t have lived without knowing which of Santa’s reindeer I am (although I admit I am pleased by which one I wound up with:

You Are Dasher

You're an independent minded reindeer who never plays by the rules.

Why You're Naughty: That little coup you tried to stage against Santa last year

Why You're Nice: You secretly give naughty children presents.

And this quiz to determine who you were in a past life – by asking my current profession (librarian), and the sort of code I prefer (although I sincerely doubt this factors in), they conjure up this freakish result:

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Gentle Magician.

Where You Lived: Quebec.

How You Died: Suicide.

But wait – they can’t be all full of crap. See?

You Should Get a MD (Doctor of Medicine)

You're both compassionate and brilliant - a rare combination.

You were born to be a doctor.

OK, I do have a stomach of iron, and when I was a child I wanted to be Quincy when I grew up, but that’s as far as I got once I realized there would be chemistry classes involved before I even took the MCATs – and I’m a lousy test-taker.

Now, this one is more or less accurate as far as my FOOD preferences go, but am I the only one whose filthy mind descended directly into the gutter, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars?

You Are Japanese Food

Strange yet delicious.

Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.

and this – just what in hell is an inner blood type? And I think Leonardo DiCaprio is unwashed and weaselly-eyed and yucky.

Your Inner Blood Type is Type B

You follow your own rules in life, even if you change the rules every day.

Sure, you tend to be off the wall and unpredictable, but that's what makes you lovable.

And even though you're a wild child, you have the tools to be a great success.

You are able to concentrate intently - and make the impossible possible.

You are most compatible with: B and AB

Famous Type B's: Leonardo Di Caprio and

But it is in the end just shocking the amount of time you can waste determining your Irish name, your porn star name, what kind of cocktail you are, and what sort of animal you were in a former life. And even more shocking – that you find you care. Sigh. I did not *want* to be a wombat in a former life, I was hoping for the echidna.


David said...

Slow day?

Setting me up for the enxt clearance sale.

BabelBabe said...

I've been sick all weekend, no energy to do any real writing.

sometimes the muse takes a holiday : )

blackbird said...

I did not *want* to be a wombat in a former life, I was hoping for the echidna...

You, my friend, are just trying to get the attention of a certain friend of mine.

BabelBabe said...

an echidna was the cutest thing i could think of off the top of my're right...

but really...a wombat?

i don't think echidna was even actually an option : )

Sarah Louise said...

LOL!! Get better soon!

osqbc: oh so, quebec? what's wrong with british columbia?

my favorite quiz, which I think was through, said that if I was a city, I'd be New York. Aw, shucks. It's somewhere in my archives.

Gina said...

I am a Boston Creme donut, Dancer (the slutty reindeer--who knew?), a Ditzy priest from Chile who died of natural causes, should have been a doctor, and Italian food. I didn't take the blood type one, because I didn't understand it.

Peg said...

I told the Former Life Quiz that I was a "professional donut." It told me in my former life I was a Lazy Alchemist who lived in South Africa who was buried alive. Who knew?

I also learned that being a professional donut makes me a "flu phlegm green" crayon. Try THAT one ("What Discarded Crayon Color Are You?") on a queasy stomach.

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Peg said...

What, like I made it up? Here, you have a go: