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mentioned the word Narcissistic…
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Personality Disorder Test Results
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| SimilarMinds.com Compatibility Test |
Your match with M you are 61% similar you are 63% complementary |
How Compatible are You and Your Friends?
Which is reassuring after all the signs we’ve seen lately that seem to indicate we’re twins separated at birth. It was getting worryingly indicative of narcisism. Yesterday, for example, we had identical scores in the NMWL quiz – 12 out of 25 – though we didn’t have identical answers.* So, as M says: Thank goodness.
Addendum: Oh, dear. I knew I’d had a different result the last time I tried the Enneagram test, and I just found it in the archives. Have a look and compare.
Think you’re my long lost twin? Try this:
How Compatible are You with me? Unless you tell me not to, I’ll post any results I find interesting in the “more” section.
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* The judges, by the way, remarked that they had compared our answers to check that we weren’t cheating, to which I replied that they obviously didn’t know us very well, we’re far too competitive to do anything like that (you should have seen us guarding our papers with our arms, sitting – for once – twisted away from each other).
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Mostly for my own reference…:
The standard MB test:
Introverted (I) 60% Extroverted (E) 40%
Intuitive (N) 51.52% Sensing (S) 48.48%
Thinking (T) 69.44% Feeling (F) 30.56%
Perceiving (P) 55.26% Judging (J) 44.74%
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På fredag skal jeg på juleølfestival. Siden jeg ikke liker øl er dette kanskje en litt merkelig måte å fordrive fredagskvelden, men pytt, pytt. Poenget er at jeg liker å smake på øl, selv om jeg for det meste synes at det er vondt (ok, så er jeg sær, da). Så derfor kan det jo være ganske interressant.
Det er bare et problem. I motsetning til meg liker nemlig kjæresten øl. Nei, at han liker øl er ikke et problem. Problemet er at siden jeg bare kommer til å ta en slurk eller to av mine øl, så er det en viss fare for at han drikker opp resten. Og siden man på inngangsbilletten får 10 halve flasker relativt sterke øl vil det si at han får 10 hele flasker til sammen. Hvilket muligens er litt mye. Ikke at han klager.
Jeg har lovt å sørge for at han kommer hjem. På den annen side har jeg også foreslått at dersom det blir for strevsomt så tar jeg bare nøkkelen, mobilen og pengene hans (bare for å unngå at noen stjeler dem, selvsagt) og skriver en lapp som jeg fester rundt halsen hans: “Please take care of this bear.” Dersom jeg føler meg generøs er det mulig jeg noterer mobilnummeret mitt på baksiden av lappen.
En annen strategi er å ta med sitronbrus og finne ut om man kan lage shandy av (det dårlige) juleølet. Shandy er nemlig snadder.
Melissa poses some interesting questions on blogging this week:
How long do you plan to blog? Have you ever considered that? Is it something you plan to continue until you get bored? Or until you find something better to do? Or do you consider it to be a life long thing? What about your fellow bloggers? Your blogging friends… Do you think they plan to continue for the rest of their lives?
I was actually thinking about this just the other week, as I was realising that, yet again, it was days between each time I posted an entry and even longer between each I time posted something that was not an answer to a meme or a quiz result. I’ve never been able to keep up a journal for more than a couple of weeks whenever I’ve tried writing one on paper. This is one of the reasons I love blogging, the knowledge that someone out there might read the entries and actually check back to see if I’ve posted certainly motivates me more than the thought that “I might enjoy reading this some day” which has been the only real motive for journalling on paper.
In some form I’ve had a “blog” almost as long as I’ve had a webpage (getting to be close to ten years now), as I’ve always had a “what I’ve been reading lately” section. The blog-as-journal, though, is a relatively new thing for me, as you can see from the archives I started in April 2002.
Like Melissa I have a problem considering doing anything “for life”. Sooner or later I expect blogging will be something I used to do. On the other hand, blogging is a relatively new “thing”, and who knows, by the time I decide I’m bored with it, it might have become an outdated mode of communication anyway and we’ll all be caught up in a new fad (whether at the forefront of the movement or with all the inevitable hangers-on at the back).
For the foreseeable future, though, I’d like to keep doing this. I’m enjoying it, after all, or I wouldn’t have kept going past the initial couple of weeks. I suspect I’m going to continue as I’ve started – writing loads in periods and then nearly going mum at other times, but then any relationship (of the friendship-type) tends to be a bit like that – you see a lot of a certain person for a period and then for one reason or another you hardly see each other for weeks, months or years, and then you suddenly see each other quite often again and so on. At least my relationships tend to be like that.
I do occasionally remember to bring my camera out…
Tor Åge Bringsværd at Bok i Sentrum – reading from his new book on London which I am certainly getting.

And the sky outside my house Tuesday evening:

I also uploaded another picture of my brother over at the gallery.
M has found the best blowing-off-some-steam page ever: Slap the Bastards. Whatever you fancy! Chose from, amongst others, Jamie Oliver, Bill Gates, Richard and Judy or Ian Duncan Smith, handily divided into three categories: Fuckwit celeb, fuckwit politician and total wanker. Or you can just start at the top and work your way through by clicking “Next”. And once you’ve finished slapping, try warping. If you’re still having a bad day after this, you will know for sure that it’s time to hibernate.
Det er den typen hodepine, er det? Den typen som ikke går bort selv etter 2x200mg ibuprofen?
(/”&)/?#&”)?()”/%?%”#!!!!
Neida. Gjør ikke vondt i det hele tatt.
Har aldeles hodepine. Burde gå og ligge flatt i mørkt og kaldt rom, men eneste rom av den typen her er kjøleskapet og det er neppe stort nok til meg. Sendte bønn til kolleger om hjelp med ibuprofen-tabletter og Frank trådde til som reddende engel med to Ibux så har nå store forhåpninger om at hodepinehelvetet skal forsvinne. I mellomtiden skriver jeg vås her, da selv klipp og lim i kode kan ha fatale følger når jeg er i denne tilstanden. Dessuten spiser jeg seigdamer siden jeg fant en halvtom pose med slike i skapet mitt. Dette kan være en dårlig idé da det er fare for at innen hodepinen er borte er jeg kvalm i stedet, men det er vanskelig å slutte – seigdamer er særdeles merete (“moreish” – godt engelsk ord som ikke blir fullt så fint på norsk, gitt).