Okay, I'm back.....but I gotta warn you, things aren't the same...

Or maybe they're even more the same--who knows? Am I more myself now?--I damn well hope so. Anyhow...here's some recent results of idle minutes...



:: how jedi are you? ::



You are the Lone Wolf. Dark, silent, mysterious you
stalk the hidden corners of the night. You
avoid the living and the undead, preferring the
high roofs of the city and the low tunnels of
the streets.


What Fictional Vampire Archtype are You?
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I may be an artist and a lover par excellence, but that doesn't mean I have the patience to make it a lifestyle, to spend all my passion maintaining elaborate facades--those are passing things. In the end, solitude is a constant companion, the only wholly trusted friend when all others in the dark world no doubt have their own petty affairs and intrigues to manage...

Aren't tests just wonderful.....(streaming into consciousness...)

The Enneagram Type Indicator Sampler Results (RHETI Version 2.0)
	Questionnaire Date        5/15/2005 3:31:06 AM
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	Type 1 Type 2 Type 3 Type 4 Type 5 Type 6 Type 7 Type 8 Type 9 3 2 5 4 6 4 5 4 3
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	Click the Type Name link above for a profile of each Type. Brief descriptions are provided below.
	Notes on the Results
	Based entirely on highest score, you appear to have Type 5 personality characteristics. 5 THE INVESTIGATOR Enneagram Type Five The Intense, Cerebral Type: Perceptive, Innovative, Secretive, and Isolated Basic Fear: Being useless, helpless, or incapable Basic Desire: To be capable and competent Enneagram Five with a Four-Wing: "The Iconoclast" Enneagram Five with a Six-Wing: "The Problem Solver" Oh really......and to think I used to be completely the wishy-washy hopeless romantic type 4, as someone was terming it -- or was that fixation in itself only a wishful delusion to be more socially/artistically acceptable?   You know, people in my life thought it impossible I could actually be so detached and cerebral as a primary type, considering how easy it's been (historically speaking) to get a visible rise out of me..."subtle and quick to anger", I suppose that's the crux of that matter, for people who can or can't see my trains of thought... Of course, who the hell in my life, including me, would deny that I'm very much an Individualist? I can be both, can't I? After all, I am the damn coincidentia oppositorum... 4 THE INDIVIDUALIST Enneagram Type Four The Sensitive, Withdrawn Type: Expressive, Dramatic, Self-Absorbed, and Temperamental Basic Fear: That they have no identity or personal significance Basic Desire: To find themselves and their significance (to create an identity) Enneagram Four with a Three-Wing: "The Aristocrat" Enneagram Four with a Five-Wing: "The Bohemian" Ah well, go figure -- I'm detached and hyperpersonal, thinking and feeling at the same time. 5 with a 4-wing -- that makes me "The Iconoclast", I see... (Narf!) I know I have at least one distinct identity (just a matter of outward presentation therefrom), and I think perhaps I'm just over the question of whether I matter or not, its answer being a resounding "maybe more than you know"...like I was saying over in my news forum hyperlucidity:  My cerebral and my visceral are trying to get together, they just keep taking turns expressing themselves....must think up another cobbled-up Latin name for this partnering....perhaps, Circumlocutus and Sanguilupinus or something of the sort, though if you know me well enough that's going to be ludicrously transparent.  Which doesn't mean it's pathetic or laughable (though yes, I laugh)--more that it's all just a big game revealing itself, and that's the humour in the situation.  By degrees of separation, all things become clear, not by protest of purity but by metamythological incest, everyone entwined with everyone else, and then they'll (we'll) all have a big dance party or something of the like--something after-hours, off-duty, when we're not bound to be profound but can just tie each other up for the hell and fun of it. Hah.  Imagine that whenever you want company, after the closing credits roll and the memory of time shared fades slowly like sepia ink over centuries--hold to those things, the between things, the homely things, the times of everyday by those who (like yourself) are not everyday.  There's the eternal dinner-party that's my Valhalla, the place where heroes sit between the wars and share their tales, or speak nothing of it or even of their names but only are themselves, living, feeling, sensing.  Odysseus with Eurycleia, the wash-basin and the scar from the boar...Peter Parker with a slash on his arm at Thanksgiving dinner.  Lawrence of Arabia, blood on his back staining through the borrowed uniform, admitting it with a spasm of pain that he knows he's not ordinary...he knows he's extraordinary...but then, we're still all human, aren't we, in that ineffable way that (like most things worth talking about in life) cannot be traced or summarized down to the blood alone?  If you read this, you are...if you understand it, or even try to, you're even more so...and it's no common thing to achieve humanity, as the witches of the Bene Gesserit half-know... And then there's the heroic hangovers after the grand transplatonic orgy, but that's another story.  Not that I want one of those (the hangovers I mean), but I think I could use a drink right now. Fire at will.  No--at me, of course, at me...