Everything is Unfinished

I’ve decided that instead of working, I like to take online personality quizzes instead. Go find out which character from the Hundred Acre Wood you are!

Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!

I’m actually quite disappointed with my score. Only 74/100?! I’m sure some of you who watched way more TV than I did (Johnny, Woody) will do much better. Now go take the quiz!

Take this little 11-question quiz to see how world-savvy you are while you eat:

Don’t Gross Out The World

I scored only 6 correct, and most of those were not because I knew the answer but common sense about the culture. But I guess using common sense at all makes me less American than most these days.

It could be because of this. But whatever the reason, it appears that Karen Carpenter has taken up residence in my head. I woke up this morning with one of their Christmas songs, Merry Christmas Darling, stuck in my head and I CAN’T GET IT OUT. I wish life was more like a cartoon so I could pop my head open, take my brain out and wash it. Instead, I have soothing holiday melodies hopping from synapse to synapse and it’s driving me CRAZY. Even Pearl Jam swearing on the radio this morning couldn’t wash away the goodness. Maybe this is my own little preview of hell. The only thing to do is take the Totally 100% Useless Personality Test Quiz Thingy.

P.S. Many much thanks to KB for the comment spam fixin’. As usual, you rawk!

Only 1 spam comment today, but it was on an old post. Before yesterday’s debacle, I only ever got spam comments on this post about Lord of the Rings. Not sure why the spammers like that post so much.

I’m in a daze today. I took some Nyquil last night before bed, and all morning I felt like my head was in a cloud. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but it is a good thing work wasn’t busy. I had a hard enough time keeping up with the few phone calls I did get. I was just glad I woke up this morning at all.

I’m hoping this weekend will get me into the Christmas spirit. It was fairly warm here all the way through last week, so it doesn’t seem like it should be December already. I have managed to sort through my decorations and bring the Christmas ones up from the basement, but the tree isn’t decorated yet and nothing is out. I’m going to try to get some of that done tonight before we play Halo and tomorrow I’m going to stop by a craft fair. Those always seem to pop up around the holidays and for some reason I associate the two. I did buy a new holiday CD last night - Barenaked for the Holidays, by Barenaked Ladies - so maybe that will help get me into the spirit of things too.

I woke up this morning to 91 new emails. 3 of them were from various mailing lists that I’m on, 2 were spam, and the other 86 were blog comment spam. I only have 104 blog entries, and this spambot put comments on 83% of them. That’s one of the reasons I don’t want to have my comments out on a side bar like Johnny or Kerry & Zandra - at least all of you (you know, all 4 of you) didn’t have to see them. But the most annoying thing about spam is that it still exists because there are actually people dumb enough to support it! People go to the online casinos, they try to buy prescriptions, they give money to the wife of the former head of state from Zaire. Maybe I’m just too skeptical/cynical, but I assume everything is a scam unless I can find evidence to the contrary. Snopes is one of my favorite websites.

It will be no surprise to Woody that I’m getting sick. My immune system apparently decided to go on vacation when I was about 10 years old, and it still hasn’t come back since. I suppose the fact that I don’t get nearly enough sleep doesn’t help either. And now I don’t have any sick time left, so it’s even more of a chore to drag my ass out of bed in the morning. It’s bad enough when I’m feeling good. Well, as good as one can be expected to feel at 7am.