How Un-Madison Of Me

I'm thinking of recruiting them to become ninja henchmen.

Typealyze Me

Today I stumbled upon Typealyzer, a tool that generates psychological profiles of bloggers. All you do is enter the blog's URL and the typealyzer algorithm spits out a description of its author.

According to Typealyzer my profile is "ESFP," also known as "The Performer."

"The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

"They enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions."

Does bacon count as a sweet smell? Does my steady wardrobe of black and gray count as bright? Has anyone ever known me to avoid conflicts? Okay so some things are a bit off the mark but I do look pretty good in a pair of knee-high boots.

Features I Don't Even Realize I Want Yet

Apple Introduces Revolutionary New Laptop With No Keyboard

True. So True.

Dear Beard...

This is why Schmatie invented the 'Dear Beard' replacement for dear diary. You're so ahead of your time, Schmatie!

Happy Birthday!

Today is my birthday. I have never much cared about it. I’ve mostly been of the mind that my mother should get the presents; she’s the one who did something. I have told my parents this many times and last year my dad finally enlightened me that the reason we celebrate is because I’m still alive another year later; something that many people could justify betting against. The one thing I always try to get for my birthday is the day off work. That didn’t happen this year. Instead of bitching about it (which I probably did anyway,) I decided to embrace the idea of celebration even though I’m at work. I declared today ‘junk food fiesta’ and went to the grocery store. This is what I bought and am in the process of making for myself and only two coworkers. One of which is leaving at noon:

1 bag tostitos scoops
1 bag tostitos hint of jalapeno scoops (they’re back!)
1 bag mesquite barbeque kettle chips
1 jar french onion dip
1 jar bean and cheese dip
1 package Tim Tams raspberry biscuits (courtesy of my sister in Australia)
1 deep dish spinach, mushroom, garlic pizza
1 deep dish italian sausage pizza
1 Sara Lee pecan coffee cake
1 Sara Lee cherry pie
1 Sara Lee dutch apple pie

I foresee this leading to a severe lack of motivation. Bring on the laziness!

Age is only a number

I was riding the Kee at Schmatie's place last weekend when I found out that the Wii fit test is apparently hard. I've always ejoyed mocking my girlfriend because Wii thinks she is as fit as a spry 63 year old. I couldn't remember if it originally told me I was 25 or 23 (it was 23) so I decided to try again. I was a little apprehensive at first since Anna was there again. I had visions of being 90 while she magically found the fountain of youth and made it into her twenties. Much like my irrational feeling of loneliness due to the loss of my facial hair (thanks for the uplifting words W,) my fear of growing old via Wii were just as unfounded. I would like to share with you all that as my next birthday grows oh so near, I am a Wii approved 21 year old!

*I have removed the facial hair from my character. He is more up-to-date now.

**While I was wasting 'precious' work time writing this blog, I managed to forget everything else I was doing and burned the shit out of my pizza. Damn you Wii!

Week three

...was nearly 'stachetastic.



I shaved the fu into this yesterday. I only lasted an hour before Anna guilted me into shaving. Apparently this is so much worse than both previous 'staches that she really couldn't handle it. She said she wouldn't be seen in public with me like that, and I truly believed her.

Then I thought it would be funny to shave it down to the same width as my soul patch: it wasn't. It was so bad that I refused to even take a picture to post here. Now I'm completely sans facial hair again and I feel naked. Even though I'm back to the same style I rock 10.5 months of the year I feel a little lonely. I grew to love each and every style and I'll miss them equally.

Goodbye beard, until November...