The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 3 times.
The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to… the Third Level of Hell!
In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.
Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test
I can be properly fingered by the authorities (oohmythatsoundedbad!) with this:
my mugshot, created online at this site. The pic, which I took way too long to make, bears shocking resemblence to my actual self…for the exception of the hairdo but it was the only one with a squarish hairline, which I posess. Anyhoo…
Here’s the real me:
What fun, eh? I must be bored off my ass again. This reminds me…I’ve been meaning to build a photoblog…mainly ’cause I wanna back up all my digicam files into CD archives but before I do that I should build the photoblog then back everything up and move it off the hard drive. Ol’ puter ain’t what she used to be and if I’m gonna do any updatin’, re-configuratin’ and whatnot I best be ready for it.
Anybody have any good photoblog experiences/tools/tips tricks to share using MT? Holla.
As a home-biz CEO, in charge of diddly squat extradordinaire (ha ha you funny, Doctah Jones), I’m always doing research on branding, advertising and marketing as well as strategies/outcomes played out in the real markets. Inasmuch, I subscribe to IAG’s Top Ten most effective ads (by recall and likeability) and here their top 5 most likeable for Dec 22nd ’03 – Jan. 4th ’04:
#1 Pontiac – GTO–engine assembled by robotic arms
#2 H&R Block – Instant Money Loans–mirror; woman with baby; walk out with loan check
#3 Royal Caribbean – Man pretends to hold up Leaning Tower of Pisa for photo
#4 Budweiser – True–Leon tells coach he wants to sit and watch from the sideline
#5 Wendy’s – 99 Cent Super Value Menu–woman in pink jogging suit
And my question is…where’s the Office Depot ad?–you know, guy with green marker all over his face, feigning sick to his boss so he can go home from work?
And what about the couple with the new house asking the contractor what’s the good news? The good news is he just saved 15% on his auto insurance with Geico. (the commercial within a phony commercial)
Brilliant, I say.
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I wanted to use this because I know my posts tend to be long and not really eye-friendly to readers who don’t necessarily want to read this post but want to scroll ahead to the next without going too far to read other junk they are not interested in.
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Some poor guy went on vacation and while his goofy friends were housesitting, they decided to wrap the entire interior of his apartment in aluminum foil.
Un-fucking-believeable. If anyone tried to do that at my place they’d be busy for 3 months. Yes, I have that much stuff. Enough to make George Carlin really mad.
Starting the New Year Off Right …with the first odd search requests.
In my logs this morning:
ohmygoodness
Oh my goodness indeed, what were you really looking for?
smoking rob reiner
Oh…didn’t they TELL you? He is soooo not smokin’. Take a second look. That man is about as sexy as a Christmas ham. Two words for you: beer goggles.
what kind of man im going to marry ?
Honey, if you have to ask, I’m not tellin’.
arnold horshak pictures
Mmmm…the newest centerfold in Teen Beat? Or were looking for my FOX Celebrity Boxing play-by-play review?
fine art of booya.com
Booya is not a fine art. It’s a white trash, small-town summer tradition called Booya, named so after the soup they serve. The booya, which is prepared in 55-gallon drums by the firefighters of my hometown every July, is supposedly delicious but I only tried once as a tyke and didn’t care for it. The actual event is something I have been to on occasions when I want to get stinkin’ drunk and have nothing else to do on a hot-ass Sunday afternoon. Most years, I avoid it with a lame excuse.
fat images
Ees nothing but fat here, dahlink! The images will come later though. In the meantime, check out my alter ego blog
I guess that’s all for now…Later, taters
From the makers of Fun With Telemarketers…only the complete opposite.
I got a call yesterday evening just as I was about to go to the bathroom. I ran to get it because I was hoping it was someone I’d been waiting to hear from since the day before. I was sorry I did. But it made me laugh after a few minutes:
“Hello?”
[a roomful of telemarketers laughing in background about something] “Yes, hello, may I speak to so-and -so?”
“This is she.”
“Yes, my name is Courtney and I was calling to inform you that we plan to enter your name into the drawing for the BlahBlah XYZ Sweepstakes, which is held every month, and if you’re not drawn we re-enter your name at the end of every month, which qualifies you for the next one and the prize is [some fabulous thing she said too quickly for me to hear].”
“Okay, well…I”
“So all I need to do is verify your info, and then you’re all set, okay?”
“Wait, what’s the catch?”
“The catch is, go screw yourse…” which turns into a fit of giggles before she can finish and click, she’s gone.
I wanted so bad to *69 my phone in hopes of catching the 1-800 number this dumbass chick had called from and ask for the manager so that I could tell them about their beloved Courtney but I thought, ‘Nah,”
A stupid bored telemarketer who has to work on Sunday. I’ve been in that situation before.
But I never was so bold. That girl’s got chutzpah. Too bad she doesn’t use it to her advantage like say, toward getting a better job?
I have no life because that was like, the highlight of my evening. That, and watching Sex and The City: The Complete First Season DVD all over again.
Ahh…timeless, mindless TV.
BTW, I’m going to doing some updates to WWHD soon…so keep your eyes peeled. My last entry about Oprah still makes me chuckle. I hope Michael Moore is having a miserable day because of it. Yeah right…no one reads it…as if his lousily famous ass would read it.
What? You mean I haven’t announced to the world yet about my other baby project, WWHD? Oh. Sorry.
Well, it’s been around since like, last Spring, so read it already.
Ciao!
PS – Contrary to what I just said, I mainly published it for my own amusement. You don’t have to read it if you don’t wanna. Besides, it’s chock full of cusswords and mean hateful things, so it would probably offend just about anyone.
PPS – ‘Lousily’, ha ha! Is there such a word? I kill me.
Ever since HBO’s The Sopranos came out, I’ve always envied Carmella Soprano. Now there’s a broad who’s got it all together.
I know, you’re probably saying, “What the hell are you talking about??! Look at all she has to deal with!” I know! A crazy, filandering, mobster hubby who suffers from depression, anxiety attacks and mother issues, two ungrateful, foul-mouthed teenage brats who take everything for granted, a priest who she can barely trust to help her work on ‘becoming a better Catholic’, and a best friend who can hardly stand to look at her sideways because of her choice in a husband and lifestyle.
How does she do it? How could she possibly cope and not be dead yet?
-She doesn’t need a shrink.
-She’s not PMSing all the time.
-She’s not an alcoholic or habitual gambler (yet), and has no knitting club or similar social activities to keep her sane.
-Finally, she hasn’t tried to make her family miserable by cussing them out left and right.
Why does she make me sick with jealousy? Because she manages. And does so without hurting anyone, least of all herself!
I asked myself, this Carmella Soprano, she must be made of rubber, with nerves of steel, right? Yes. A complete saint!
She busts her ass through all the bullshit, and with grace and nary a drop of sweat: She always brough ‘Ma’ out homemade goodies and visited with her, loves those brats unconditionally, running them all over town for soccer, to the malls, etc., remains a devoted, confessing Catholic, and stands by her man no matter what.
All while keeping a tidy home, her dark roots not-so-dark, a happenin’ wardrobe, and svelte figure.
Come on now…couldn’t we ALL do that, and then some, if we had her money, didn’t have to stay working, and had a Russian maid?
Damn straight.
Extraverted thinking combined with intraverted intuition makes me an ENTJ (Extraverted, iNtuitive, Thinking, Judging).
The test result page says I am “very dynamic, and may intimidate people with a less enthused spirit.”
Good observation…this clears up why some folks at the office stay away from me.
*Sigh*
Their loss!