Moving the Memes

You Are 65% Misanthropic

Here's the truth: Most people suck. You are just lucky enough to know it. You're not ready to go live alone in a cave - but you're getting there.

How Misanthropic Are You?

I'm just tidying up the sidebar this evening (and playing around with a new template), and this was one of the memes I wanted to save. The self-test doesn't truly measure misanthropy -- more like "meanness" or "irritability" -- but I'm saving it anyhow since I've always called myself a misanthrope.

Along those lines, I like to think that I have a much higher tolerance for being alone than a vast majority of other people. I like to be surrounded by quiet and space -- it's a buffer zone, of sorts. You know all those books/movies/whatever that have people wandering around some post-apocalyptic landscape, going crazy because there aren't any other people around (I Am Legend (1); The Stand; etc.)? If I had food, shelter, and books, I could hold out fairly well, I think. Well, longer than others.

Being alone doesn't scare me -- "being alone" meaning being solitary by choice, not "being alone" walking down a dark street by myself. There's a difference. Solitude in and of itself does not scare me. There are so many people who are uncomfortable being by themselves; they have to have a television or stereo blaring just to take the edge of the "aloneness." Meh. Sounds pretty limited to me, as if they're scared of being inside their own head. If you can't tolerate yourself, if you can't entertain or amuse yourself, then you're obviously not very bright.

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(1) Wowza. I just discovered on Wikipedia that they're doing the (third) film version of I Am Legend, and Will Smith is going to be Neville! I thought that was a surprising casting choice for Neville, but once I thought about it, I think Will Smith will be very, very cool in that role. They're setting it in Manhattan, though, instead of Southern California. /shrug

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Yet Another Meme or "I'm 12 on the Inside. Really."

Yes, I'm very, very psyched that they're making The Golden Compass into a movie, but I have to say that I'm disappointed by the hairstyle they've given Lyra. Curls?! Shirley Temple-esque CURLS? Good gravy, people, Lyra isn't a foo-foo girly-girl.

That won't stop me from going to the film, though.

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Sunday, Sunday, Sunday (Redux)

You know the Bible 95%!

Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!

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I thought a Bible quiz on Sunday was apropos.

I'm an uninspired blogger this week -- still recovering from whatever-it-was that hamstrung me on my vacation, and sinus infection/allergies. I hate spring.

Just Another Meme; or, Gotta Love that "Agreeableness" Score

My Personality

Neuroticism	66
Extraversion	10
Openness To Experience	43
Agreeableness	2
Conscientiousness	31

You are introverted, reserved, and quiet with a preference for solitude and solitary activities. Your socializing tends to be restricted to a few close friends. Stressful and frustrating situations can often be upsetting to you, but you are sometimes able to get over these feelings and cope with these situations. A desire for tradition does not prevent you from trying new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual. People see you as tough, critical, and uncompromising and you have less concern with others' needs than with your own. You like to live for the moment and do what feels good now.

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Three Threes

Three Things I Do Well

1. Fill out forms. Federal income tax forms. Probate Court forms. Questionnaires of all types. I'm currently filling out forms to open education savings accounts for one of the firm's clients. Now, while I balk at doing this sort of menial labor for coddled rich people, I do find a certain enjoyment in telling them that every box and line must be completed, and there's no getting away with this "using a business address or P.O. Box as their residence address" nonsense. My own special brand of passive-aggressiveness – just another service I provide.

2. Word games. Scrabble, crossword puzzles, that sort of stuff. I have no skills whatsoever in the visual or performing arts, but I know and love my words. It's a very strange place I inhabit, and I'll have to write more about it one of these days. For the moment, I'll leave the description of my internal landscape alone.

3. Procrastinate. At this I excel.

Three Things at Which I Absolutely Suck

1. Sports, especially team sports. I was always one of those kids picked last for the team in gym class.

2. Math. The math part of my brain reached it's limit my junior year in high school in Algebra 2 with Mr. Bomeli. I got an "A" the first semester, and a "C" the second (with a "D" on the final exam). My little head just couldn't hold any more than that and just gave up, I suppose.

3. Keeping up with High Maintenance Hair. I keep my hair short for a reason. All those clips, combs, braids, up-do's, ribbons, mousses, gels, and sprays simply don't work for me. My only styling product is water. I think that any woman who spends more than 10 minutes on her hair in the morning (including drying time) is a few sandwiches short of a picnic. That time could be used on many other productive activities. Sleeping, for example.

Three Things I'm Trying to do Better.

1. Develop a "poker face." My role model for this is Bud Cort in Harold and Maude. I'm setting the bar pretty high. I want to develop the perfectly affectless look. I do pretty well at not laughing at the absurdities I hear almost daily at work. There was quite the pot-kettle-black thing going on at lunch the other day, but no details here. Who knows who reads my blog? (/wave at Queen Frostine).

2. Stick to a budget. I decided that it was high time I brought down my credit card debt. I'm not going to say exactly what that amount IS, but let's just say I'm above the average amount reported in the news stories cropping up these days about Americans' problems with credit. I've got an above average FICO score too -- 800+. [I've always had to be above average. /sigh ] In any event, I copied the budget spreadsheet from Crazy Aunt Pearl's website, and plugged in my own amounts and categories. I like to think that I'm the only person in the world (well, the only person in my immediate neighborhood) who has a budget with line items for "comic books," "yarn," and "Sweetwaters' coffee cards." The simple fact that I have a budget is already limiting my spending. It's like keeping a food diary when you're dieting. If you have to write down every bite you put in your mouth, you don't eat as much. If I have to record every spontaneous purchase, I don't spend as much. I spent many years without credit cards and bought everything with cash, including a trip to Paris. If I stick to my budget, I can get rid of all my credit card debt in two and a half years.

3. Design mods for Morrowind. Like I said somewhere up above, I have no "artistic" type skills, so I'm not doing new meshes and textures; I'm not designing armor or creatures or weapons. I can, however, write dialog and journal entries and quests and similar things. The strange top-down dialog trees make sense to me (most limited entries first down to the most generic). I can't remember which modder in the online community -- one I respected highly for her excellent visual mods (armor, housing, texture replacers) -- wrote that dialog intimidated her. I was stunned. It seems so easy to me, but I know I can improve. I want to finish the "Cats of Ulthar" while I'm on vacation next week. I have one more quest to go. I finally found a texture for Carter's silver key.

The Collector

[The "Ten for Tuesday" blog meme list, and I can't get this bloody thing to format properly. Trust me; it's driving me nuts.]

I think what a person surrounds herself with can be quite telling about her personality. I realize that I'm reaching on some of this to make them fit into the definition of a "collection." Deal with it. My blog, my rules.

1. Comic books. This started around 1995 (or 1996), when I walked into Vault of Midnight and met one Curtis Sullivan (and his wife Liz, and friend Steve). I've since fallen off in my reading to an embarrassing extent, but I'm quite proud of my messy, in-desperate-need-of-sorting collection. The highlights include Neil Gaiman's Sandman (the FIRST printings, thankyouverymuch) and original artwork from Transmetropolitan (on loan to The Vault).

2. "Real" books. See recent blog post below.

3. Maneki nekos. Japanese "lucky cats." Most of my collection is from eBay, but one of the attorneys visited Japan a while ago and brought me back an authentic neko. I have about 40 of them in various sizes and colors.

[Items 4 and 5 are side effects from working in the "death care industry."]

4. Grim reapers. I suppose this is a memento mori thing. I have a pewter figurine, a small wind-up walking toy, a rubber stamp, and a fully poseable plush (with plush scythe) at my desk at work.

5. Funeral home paraphernalia. Nothing too sick, although I know I have a mouth former somewhere in one of my boxes in the basement (this keeps the mouth of the corpse from collapsing/receding). No trocars or embalming equipment, but I do have a metal box (circa 1940's) for the decedent's personal effects (A.P. Acquavella Funeral Home, Brooklyn, New York); several ballpoint pens (in need of refills) from mortuaries and embalming services in Springfield, Missouri; a metal coffin-shaped key chain from the Batesville Casket Company; and a coffee mug from the United Casket Company ("Dedicated to Quality and Service").

6. Stuffed animals (tigers and cats). I'm 12 years old on the inside. Really.

7. Yarn a/k/a The Yarn Stash. Knitters are strange creatures. They collect vast amounts of yarn that has no immediate discernable purpose. "Ooooo, that's pretty. Let's buy a few skeins and knit up….something." I read somewhere that Tracy Ullman has a room of her home dedicated to holding The Stash. My own stash is quite small in comparison. Along with that beautiful cotton chenille from City Knits (see blog post of January 7th), I have:

* 6 skeins of Noro Big Kureyon, brown-cream-gray-orange colorway (A20), bulky

* 2 skeins of fluffy Peruvian cotton, sport/DK (for washcloths) orange and yellow, and ½ skein hot pink

* 4 or 5 skeins of assorted eyelash yarns shades of turquoise and blue

* 2 skeins of Paton's Chunky Shetland, bulky (like the gray basketweave scarf)

* 1 skein Lion Brand chenille, bulky, dark blue

* 2 skeins Peruvian wool, worsted, hot pink (Kitty Pi Version 1)

* 2 skeins Australian Corriedale wool, super bulky, peacock (Kitty Pi Version 2)

* 1 skein Mango Moon viscose, red-orange-yellow-magenta colorway and matching textured twist, rayon

* 1 cone, approx 400 yards, of undefined origin, navy worsted wool

* 1 cone, yardage unknown, light blue/grayish cotton chenille, sport/DK or lighter

8. Husbands. This doesn't quite count as a collection; it's more of a series. Let's just say third time's a charm and I'm happy with the current one.

9. Knowing how to order beer in a foreign language. German, Czech, and Swahili. One never knows.

10. Ranger characters. It's actually the same Ranger character, just different games. Laiane Wolfsong was born in the first Everquest. Then there was Morrowind, EverQuest 2, Oblivion, and now Vanguard. I don't like characters that can't sneak, hide, and cause obscene amounts of damage from a distance. "Security" features (in the Elder Scrolls series), tracking, and animal companions are definite pluses. There are downsides, though. I remember in the original EQ all that time in Jaggedpine Forest doing the root and shoot (with the snakes) and the snare and scare (with the griffons/griffawns). Most of my high 40's to lower 50's were a long, agonizing line of griffon butts.

Some Women Buy Shoes

I was surfing the innernets, as I am prone to do, looking for memes to jazz up my blog. I say that I have the World's Most Boring Blog; it is in definite need of "jazzin' up." Since I don't have a tremendous amount of material in my own life, I look elsewhere for inspiration and motivation -- whatever it takes to get me typing about something.

I found a few book-related memes. Being an avid reader, I thought that might be one way to go, but I didn't find any topics that quite "fit."

One of the memes I looked at said to list the books in your TBR (To Be Read) Pile. I don't HAVE a TBR Pile. I have a TBR Bookcase. Now, admittedly, it's a small two-shelf'er and one of the shelves has my fitness/nutrition non-fiction on it, but most of it is Stuff I Haven't Gotten to Yet. There's also a small TBR Pile making it's home on the sectional sofa in the living room, and a smaller one on my nightstand [The nightstand books are ones I'm currently reading; they tend to fall by the wayside every now and then and sit there for a while, so they're more of a To Be Finished Pile.] There are also assorted piles on the bedroom floor that are in some liminal states of Being Read, Should Be Read, Reference, and Why Haven't You Shelved This Yet?

My name is Laiane Wolfsong, and I am a Biblioholic. (All together now, "Hello, Laiane!")

There is no such thing as too many books -- just not enough bookcases.

I decided - for the heck of it - to post some pictures of The Laiane Wolfsong Not-Yet-Memorial Library, and a few selected items.

To your left, Ladies and Gentlemen, are the eight stacking bookcases comprising The Fiction Collection. It appears that Ms. Wolfsong has a penchant for the classics. Austen, Tolstoy, Proust, Marquez, Trollope, and Shakespeare are well represented, with a smattering of Melville, Borges, Dostoyevsky, Dumas, Dante, and Hugo thrown in for good measure. There's also a great deal of space given to one of her favorite writers, Howard Phillips Lovecraft (The Dream Cycle collection and the first volume of The Annotated Lovecraft are absent in that photo; she attests they are "somewhere" in the residence).

Here are two small gems for your consideration.

The first, "Most Expensive Used Book" -- H.P. Lovecraft's Something About Cats (First edition, 1949, Arkham House, August Derleth, editor). $130, not counting shipping and handling, brought this beauty into The Collection. Worth. Every. Penny.

The second, "Best Beloved Book, Judging By Its Cover" -- Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl (79th printing, 1976).

Here I have to lapse back into the first person narrative. I got Anne's diary when I was perhaps 11 or 12 years old. I have read it dozens upon dozens of times. The pages are yellow with age, and many of them are falling out. Of course, I bought The Definitive Edition (new translation, originally edited out bits added back in) when that came out in 1995, but I would never toss out the first book. Sacrilege! No other book in The Collection comes near the well-worn-ness of this book. Okay, maybe my paperback version Richard Adams' Watership Down, but it's not THAT close.

This is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I have, in my study, two shelves of children's books and fantasy, and well as The Non-Fiction Collection: Human Sexuality, Eastern Religion, Western Religion, Women's Studies, Art/Photography, History of World War II, Marilyn Monroe, Women's Health, Adventure, Death and Dying, Travel, Cats, Humor, u.s.w. There is also an entire closet of my comic books and graphic novels.

I really need to catalogue all of these. The task is just too daunting. I can't even begin to estimate the sheer number of books in this house.

I have a deep connection with my books. They have sustained me during all the circles of hell through which I have had to travel. Homesickness. Divorce. Pain (physical and emotional). When I look at my shelves, I see more than paper and bindings and words. My books give me a sense of solidity that nothing else can. The written word is my lifeline.

Well, Duh... and Another Cat Picture

You Belong in Paris

You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris. You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.

What European City Do You Belong In?

I need to get back to Europe. About every four to five years I begin to get underwhelmed with this so-called American culture.(1) Mini-malls, 238 channels of cable television, Starbucks (the Walmart of Coffee Houses), Fox News, u.s.w. The Husband and I are planning a trip to the British Isles this fall (we got our passport pictures taken today), but I could seriously handle another jaunt in the City of Lights. /sigh.

In any event, the main purpose of this blog entry was not to have me sigh over baguettes and Le Tour Eiffel, but to post a Cat Picture. A Cat Picture of a DIFFERENT CAT. So, I present in all his glory, Mr. Gregor KafkaCat:


Gregor's Nicknames:
1. Mr. G
2. Mr. Squeakypants
3. Daichi Neko (big number one cat)
4. Boogercookie (This is relatively new, and has a rather lengthy explanation behind it that I'm not even going to begin to attempt)
5. Mama's Boy

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(1) I feel another Gandhi quote coming on:

Interviewer to M. Gandhi: What's your opinion of Western civilization?
Gandhi: I think it would be a good idea.

If a Messy Desk is a Sign of Genius, I'm up for the Nobel Prize this Year

It's not that it's exactly "messy." "Cluttered," "overwhelmed," and "burdened," but not messy. Not really. I can find things. I'm comfortable. The printer is within reach. I'm damn happy I have a flat screen monitor.

This is where I spend my evening and weekend hours. I live in this one particular spot more than anyplace else (work and sleeping don't count -- it's not like I have a choice about working or sleeping). I blog, mod, play solitaire, surf, game, and shop here. My little corner of the universe. Mine. Mine. Mine(1)

It's the first day of a four-day weekend for me. The list of things to do include:

1. Make mint brownies (currently in the oven). [EDIT: They didn't turn out. The brownie part is okay, but the Paul Newman brand mint patties didn't melt right and seem to have solidified. Next time, I buy the completely fake candy drowning in hydrogenated vegetable oil, high fructose corn syrup and edible petroleum products. It's sort of like Velveeta cheese -- not "real" but the "real" stuff doesn't melt properly.]

2. Wrap Christmas presents for Terri and her family (The Husband and I are going over there tomorrow to swill champagne and make merry).

3. Work on the Cats of Ulthar. Dr. King said he and his son would love to beta test it, so I would like to get it wrapped up by sometime in January.

4. Make the Christmas dinner menu and prepare a shopping list. So far it's roast turkey, mashed potato gratin, corn bread stuffing and green bean casserole. I should also plan on leftovers (turkey tetrazinni, turkey and brie toasted sammiches, etc.) Yes, I'm going back On Plan in January. Shut up and pass the gravy.

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(1) At this particular moment, this little corner of the universe is covered with soda water bottlecaps, lemon and sage hand cream with no cap on it whatsoever, recipes for green bean casserole, a crumpled envelope with book suggestions from one of the attorney's wives, and hand-written notes for my Morrowind mod with cryptic references to "gravedust, bonemeal, ectoplasm" and the dreaded "plural possessive."

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And just in case anyone was wondering about all the cat references in this blog:

You Are: 0% Dog, 100% Cat

You are are almost exactly like a cat. You're intelligent, independent, and set on getting your way. And there's no way you're going to fetch a paper for anyone!

Are You More Cat or Dog?

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Extra Added Goodness for Your Reading Enjoyment:

It's Furious Balancing is taken from the lyrics of R.E.M's song "Daysleeper." The song appeals to me since I'm an insomniac/night owl with a serious Internet habit.

I cried the other night
I can't even say why
Fluorescent flat caffeine lights
It's furious balancing.

I'm the screen, the blinding light
I'm the screen, I work at night.

I see today with a newsprint fray
My night is colored headache grey
Don't wake me with so much.