I could be a serial killer?

cageyness
Yesterday
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So I followed a link from electric firefly and took the Personality Defect test. Um, I'm kinda...well, I don't know exactly what to think about that. I mean, I'm not one for labels, but...sociopath? Really? Me?

Hope that doesn't scare anyone away. I'm really a very friendly sociopath.

Your result for The Personality Defect Test ...

Sociopath

You are 71% Rational, 29% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 71% Arrogant.

sociopath

You are the Sociopath! As a result of your cold, calculating rationality, your introversion (and ability to keep quiet), your brutality, and your arrogance, you would make a very cunning serial killer. You are confident and capable of social interaction, but you prefer the silence of dead bodies to the loud, twittering nitwits you normally encounter in your daily life. You care very little for the feelings of others, possibly because you are not a very emotional person. You are also very calculating and intelligent, making you a perfect criminal mastermind. Also, you are a very arrogant person, tending to see yourself as better than others, providing you with a strong ability to perceive others as weak little animals, so tiny and small. You take great pleasure in the misery of others, and there is nothing sweeter to you than the sweet glory of using someone else's shattered failure to project yourself to success. Except sugar. That just may be sweeter. In short, your personality defect is the fact that you could easily be a sociopath, because you are calculating, unemotional, brutal, and arrogant. Please don't kill me for writing mean things about you! I have a 101 mile-long knife! Don't make me use it!

To put it less negatively:

1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.

2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.

3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.

4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.

Compatibility:

Your exact opposite is the Hippie.

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Spiteful Loner, the Smartass, and the Capitalist Pig.

If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.

The other personality types:

The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

Be sure to take my Sublime Philosophical Crap Test if you are interested in taking a slightly more intellectual test that has just as many insane ramblings as this one does!

About Saint_Gasoline

I am a self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual who loves dashes. I enjoy science, philosophy, and fart jokes and water balloons, not necessarily in that order. I spend 95% of my time online, and the other 5% of my time in the bathroom, longing to get back on the computer. If, God forbid, you somehow find me amusing instead of crass and annoying, be sure to check out my blog and my webcomic at SaintGasoline.com.

Oh that's right, I DO live in Texas...

Lest the liberal leaning side of my moderate self forget, this IS still the state that Dubya built. Governor Good Hair, as I've heard him aptly called -- I mean, he does have a nice head of hair, found the perfect soundbite to turn the media's attention.

Perry: Teachers should be allowed to carry guns on campus if appropriately trained and licensed

Sigh. WTF, right?

Happi-ness returns home

Home now, after a long weekend away visiting the boy, and as is best in these situations, the homecoming is bittersweet.

Good to be home with the animals and all my little trappings of comfort and routine...and so clumsily exasperating and disappointing to know I will crawl in bed alone tonight, and that tomorrow I won't wake first in the morning and have a moment to notice how long his lashes are before he consciously or otherwise pulls me back into his arms for a few minutes of sleep

Sigh.

It is always the little things, isn't it?

It's going to be a crazy couple of weeks ahead. I have tons of work to catch up on, despite my working remotely, and of course my tri workouts to ramp up in preparation for the September 1 Austin Triathlon. I'm spending the coming weekend in El Paso too, which will present its own training challenges, not to mention the challenges of seeing friends and family and fielding the usual questions and answers. Glad, though, to have the opportunity to be doing too much instead of pining that life is filled with too little this, that, or the other. For now, I'll take the competing interests of work, sport, family, romance, writing, and leisure as they come, and try to make more hours out of the usual 24 in the day.

Gone Fishing

I'll be in San Diego until Saturday.

No posting until then.

Don't forget me.

RG...out!

celebrations!

Brenda
3 days ago
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celebrations!

A sample of our birthday cakes over the years.

QotD: Crazy Sexy Cool

What three qualities do you look for in a partner?
Submitted by Tenor Bob
There is no way I can sum it up in 3 qualities. There were so many more than 3 that attracted me to my husband. He was nice, smart, honest, cute, great eyes, sweet smile, the potential to be a very good father, potential to be a very good provider, loved me unconditionally and treated me like a princess.
Nope, can't do only three...

The Me-monster

R.G. Ryan
6 days ago
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I didn't know that there was a convention at St. Arbuck's.

I mean there had to be something going on because not only were every table and every chair occupied but there was a long line of customers which seemed undiminished in spite of the fact that people were coming and going with a precisioned regularity.

The din of conversation was loud enough that when coupled with the in-store music you had to raise your voice to be heard.

And people did just that.

Raised their voices.

My wife and I sat in two overstuffed chairs in the corner--grateful for any seat let alone the best seats in the house--reading the morning paper, leisurely sipping our beverages and quietly observing the scene.

To our immediate left, no more than two feet away, were two young women who had just met (both in their twenties and dressed for business) talking animatedly about their respective companies and the deal that had brought them together on this mid-August morning.

About the same distance to our right was a pretty young woman in her twenties, stylishly coiffed and dressed who had just managed to snatch the recently vacated table.

She checked her watch, glanced toward the door and retrieved a folder stuffed with what appeared to be very important papers from her briefcase before sitting down and powering up a laptop computer while at the same time scrolling through information on an iPhone and tossing back a quick drink of her Caffè Americano.

"Are you Stephanie?" hailed a loud male voice from the front of the store.

The woman turned toward the source and saw a tall, slender man of middle age with thin, straight gray hair the condition of which caused me to wonder whether he had been up all night or had simply gotten up too late.

Walking energetically toward her he held out his hand and said, "My name is Mark. I've been looking forward to this meeting."

She said, "Hi, I'm Stephanie."

It would be the last words she spoke for the next forty-five minutes!

Suddenly my entire attention was captured by what was unfolding before my eyes.

I couldn't believe it.

In one of comedian Brian Regan's best routines he describes one of these creatures but I hadn't seen one outside of captivity for a long, long time.

Right there not more than three feet away was a genuine Me-monster!

The creature sat down, his loudly articulated monologue drenching the poor girl in an unrelenting stream of narcissistic, self-absorbed drivel.

"Yeah, I and me, me, me, and I, me, me, me, ME, ME, MEEEEEEEEE!"

You get the picture.

My wife, slack-jawed and staring turned toward me and said, "Is that what I think it is?"

Pressing my lips into a tight smile I simply nodded my affirmation.

By the time fifteen minutes had passed the two aforementioned young women to our left were having trouble holding a train of thought together as the loud-talking fellow's spiel made it nearly impossible to do anything but listen in as he regaled his audience with story after story of his exploits.

We learned that not only was he a medical doctor, but he also had an MBA, owned several companies, wasn't married and thought himself quite youthful in appearance.

At one point he said, "I know I look like I'm 26, but I'm really 50."

My wife and I looked at each other; the two women to our left looked at each other; turned and looked at us with eyebrows raised in a sort of unspoken, "Can you believe this guy?"

To her credit, Stephanie didn't laugh for the man looked every bit of fifty, probably more like fifty-five.

As his voice droned on and on my emotions went from shock over seeing a genuine Me-monster on the loose, to fascination, to disgust and finally to pity.

Taking a long hard look at the man I saw something in his eyes that radically changed my perception: it was an onrushing cold front of fear and he was desperately trying to avoid its incessant advance.

He must have sensed me staring for he shifted his eyes my direction and actually halted the monologue.

I smiled genuinely at him, and his whole countenance changed as he returned my smile and gave me a small wave of his hand.

Turning his eyes back to Stephanie I heard him say, "Do you have any questions?"

Did she ever!

We sat there for a few more minutes, long enough for me to reflect on what had just transpired.

When we left he looked up, nodded and smiled as if we were old friends and I thought that if I could spend even an hour with him I could probably understand what made him the way he was...a "Me-monster," or just a terribly insecure man whose life was anything except what he most desired who kept fear at bay by doing the only thing he knew.

RG...out!

USA BASKETBALL - MARVIN GAYE - DONE!

I have to give Nike mad props for this new advertisement that combines Marvin Gaye singing the national anthem at the NBA All-Star game in 1983 with images of the USA current men's Olympic basketball team. Brilliant!

Nike Basketball Commercial

Wedding Bells on Vox! (Plus, a few new themes.)

Team Vox
Aug 11, 2008
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CONGRATULATIONS PAPI CHULO & SECRET AGENT SCOTCH!

The Happy Couple

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"When was the last time you were at a wedding that had a death defying hike, rogue waves, a luau, ultimate fighting, a presidential candidate and a budding bromance?" asks Papi Chulo. For most of us, the answer is never, but luckily, Papi Chulo and Secret Agent Scotch took the time to Vox all the amazing moments during their unforgettable Hawaiian wedding on 08.08.08 so we could all take part in the festivities.

The story began last February, when Papi Chulo popped the question and Secret Agent Scotch said yes! Since then, they've kept us in the loop about all the details, from the bride's veil to the wedding song to the final To-Do List. And throughout it all, they inspired us with their love for each other. (I'm pretty sure it doesn't get any better than knowing your future husband thinks you are The Perfect Girl.)

It's an amazing love story and we are thrilled they shared it with us. Watch the video of the ceremony and please join us in wishing Papi Chulo and Secret Agent Scotch the fairytale ending they deserve.

And What's a Team Vox Post without New Themes?

Spice up your Vox blog with one of our latest themes (found in the design area under "New") or any of our hundreds of themes. From shopping to sushi, comics to cycling, there's something for everyone.

Vox Themes August 08

Left to Right: "Starlight," by Jamison Wieser; "Civic," by Lilia Ahner; "Lone Tree," by Jamison Wieser; "Rainbow Day," by Susan Smuk Jorgensen.

Can't get enough of the wedding? A few lucky Voxers - Krissy, djchall, and Beau Smith - made the trip to Hawaii to take part in the celebration. Check out their Vox blogs for more pictures and stories.

Congratulations again to Secret Agent Scotch and Papi Chulo! Enjoy the Honeymoon!

~daisy