Which dice are you? Quiz

I'm easing back into updating... it seems so daunting to post when everyone is asking "When are you going to update?"

Here's a quiz, it's quite fun.

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

You are the rare, the overlooked, yet incredibly useful dodecahedron: the d12. You are a creative, romantic soul. You often act without thinking, but make up for your lack of plans with plenty of heart. You easily solve problems that stump others, but your answers tend to put you into even deeper trouble. You write long, detailed backgrounds for all your characters, and are most likely to dress up as one or get involved in cos-play. You can be silly at times and are easily distracted by your own day dreams, but are at the end of the day you're someone who can be depended on.

It's so true! I knew I felt an affinity for the poor underused d12 for a reason! ... :P And that reason would by Rich Berlew's wit.

God bless, Sarah

Just If I'd...

I was thinking about this the other day... and I wanted to blog about it.
But since it's a little weird, I held back.
However, since my beloved Jenna brought up the topic in a comment, about praying for future husbands... I'd like to share a little.

I've always had a little (here you can laugh) trouble with predestination. So I never felt justified in praying for my future husband. I felt like... maybe I wasn't praying for anyone at all, or that since I didn't know the person, it didn't count. A lot of the time, I felt like God didn't know which man either. But all these girly-girls were swearing by the peace it brought them. I felt like I was being ripped off just because I didn't believe in this practice. And often I'd get the impression people thought less of me, like I was leaving the poor guy (who I'd never met) completely abandoned. And oddly, this would fill me with insane amounts of guilt. Every book on courtship said you HAD to do this, aparently people do this with their children from ridiculously early ages.
In fact, I still don't pray for "my future husband" in fact, I'm sure I've never uttered that phrase without accenting it with a saracastic tone, or a roll of the eyes.

But back to my jelousy of these girls, who prayed nightly for their future husbands, and wrote love letters, made little lists of what he'd look, act and smell like... and all that jazz.

I found a solution, two years ago. How could I possibly pray for my future husband, when I (and in my simple mind no one) could know who he was? I sought our help from my mother.
Okay, this is what I'm nervous about writing, because no matter how I write this, it's going to sound ... lame.

I asked my spiritual mother, the Vigrin Mary, to arrange my marriage. To literally pick out a man for me, and protect him, and whatever else.

You might be saying, "Sarah, what the crap? That's just like predestination."
Well yes, and no. It has similar advantages, but there's one thing... it was my choice. This is not to say that I know I'll mystically "know". (I learned that lesson in a pretty rough way, but that is not a blog topic.)

So now, when I pray for him, I know I'm praying for someone in particular. And more importantly, when I don't pray for him, someone else is.

Now you're probably asking, "What about his free will?"
To this I must answer that I honestly didn't consider it at the time. Nor do I really care so much how this proposition works, but that it somehow makes my brain not explode while I'm trying to pray for people.

So, anyone care to field this one? Is it even remotely theologically sound? Is it foolishness?

Anyhow,
I'll be praying for you guys,
Sarah

My new themesong

Okay, this song makes me laugh.

White & Nerdy - Weird Al

They see me mowin'... my front lawn
I know they're all thinkin' I'm so white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Can't ya see I'm white & nerdy?
Look at me, I'm white & nerdy

I wanna roll with... the gangstas
But so far they all think I'm too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
Really, really white & nerdy

First in my class there at MIT
Got skills, I'm a champion at D&D
MC Escher, that's my favorite MC
Keep your 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea

My rims never spin - to the contrary
You'll find that they're quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Stephen Hawking's in my library

My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
Got people beggin' for my Top 8 spaces
Yo, I know pi to a thousand places
Ain't got no grills, but I still wear braces

I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a whiz at Minesweeper, I could play for days
Once you see my sweet moves, you're gonna stay amazed
My fingers movin' so fast, I'll set the place ablaze

There's no killer app I haven't run
At Pascal, well, I'm number one
Do vector calculus just for fun
I ain't got a gat but I got a soldering gun

"Happy Days" is my favorite theme song
I could sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon

They see me roll on... my Segway
I know in my heart they think I'm white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Can't ya see I'm white & nerdy?
Look at me, I'm white & nerdy

I'd like to roll with... the gangstas
Although it's apparent I'm too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
How'd I get so white & nerdy?

I've been browsin', inspectin'
X-Men comics, you know I collect 'em
The pens in my pocket, I must protect 'em
My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shoppin' online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized "Holy Grail" really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL

I got a business doin' web sites
When my friends need some code, who do they call?
I do HTML for 'em all
Even made a home page for my dog

Yo, I got myself a fanny pack
They were havin' a sale down at The Gap
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
Pop pop, hope no one sees me... gettin' freaky

I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream
I was in A/V Club and Glee Club and even the chess team
Only question I ever thought was hard Was, do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
Spend every weekend at the Renaissance Faire
Got my name on my underwear

They see me strollin'... they laughin'
And rollin' their eyes 'cause I'm so white & nerdy
Just because I'm white & nerdy
Just because I'm white & nerdy
All because I'm white & nerdy
Holy cow, I'm white & nerdy

I wanna bowl (yes it really says bowl! - Sarah) with... the gangstas
But oh well, it's obvious I'm white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
Look a' me, I'm white & nerdy


I like this because I can point to at least one of my friends who is decribed by eache verse. Well, except the fanny pack, GAP, bubble wrap one. Let's leave that one alone.

Live long and prosper,
Sarah

Most peculiar feeling.

I wrote this post Sunday afternoon, but didn't publish. I deleted part of it, and added too it.

There's a poster, at my friend's house that says:

"The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable."

On this poster is a muppet like character caught in an old fashioned "wringer". Which for those of you who aren't old enough to remember such things (like myself... but I spent summers at my grandparents where if it wasn't broke, you didn't buy a new one) is kind of a pre dryer. Basically it's two rollers, a couple gears and a crank, with a bucket undreneath for catching the water from the garments. Basically the rollers are close together and squeeze the water out of the clothes, as the clothes are forced through the tiny opening.

That, is how my stomach felt Sunday afternoon. It quickly passed, only to be followed by two days of shock. My friend, Dave, died.

I would blog about many silly things, how I saw the man-who-plays-saxophone-in-a-pastel-suit-on-the-corner-by-the-park on the bus, but somehow today wasn't fun. It was good, but I certainly didn't enjoy it.

The kind of things I would have blogged about if everthing was as it was, are what I would have emailed to Dave. I was going to go to mass at the Newman Centre, but I decided against it.
It occured to me Sunday night that I'm never going to be asked for a full written synopsis of a first date again... and I feel selfish for missing it. I pretended I minded, but I never really did, the "meddling". It seemed to come from such a caring place. Dave made a lot of things seem really cool. Like being a hopeless romantic, or wearing socks that completely clash with everything else in the room, including your own pants. I'll miss him more than I know right now.

BUT...
I know that Dave is with God, praying for all of us.

INTJ> - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.

Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

Yeah, that's me. Especially the second sentance, as my dream job is Transportation Planner.

So, what do you think? Am I a "Mastermind"?

Wow. I got a job at a clothing store that I actually like despite my utter lack of experience.
But I really like working, it's a good feeling to be semi-independant financially.
And I've got my student loan, so all is peachy-keen and ready for school. (Except the whole book thing, but I've got a week or two to get that done)

Whenever I'm laying awake at night, or on the bus, I have the mind to write a blog. But whenever I get to the computer, I freeze. So I'll blog about D&D.

So the new D&D campaign got off to a good start, with pop and chips (dill pickle, the greatest of flavours) provided by Will, and a pretty good taco dip made by me. I take the fact that by the time Trez braved the invisible wall of nerd (the door to the dining room) she was disappointed to find none left. So huzzah! I brought food and it was eaten!
I was suprised to find out that my character had to have a backstory, so I made one up on the spot (she had to do something terrible that got her killed) and judging by the look on everyone's faces, it was a little too elaborate and ... evil? I based it on the movie Fried Green Tomatoes... and I quote, "The secret's in the sauce." Or, in her case, vat of ale.
What I like best about it is (this awful thing) means she can never return home, and there's no way of justifying her actions, so she's just going to have to accept the forgiveness she's been given. It's very much like writing a good story with my friend Georgina, except there's Jordan's laughter to add a bit of ambiance.

Ahh, the joys of having a character that's different from you.
Will: "Sarah why don't you like me?"
Me: "I like you Will, but my character doesn't like your character because he's the only one who doesn't speak (her native language)."
Will: "Oh yeah? Well I'll just speak in (elven langugage that everyone but my character knows), and you won't understand." *starts conversing with 4th party member in said language*
Jordan: "Well, I'll speak in (really obscure language) and no one will understand!"
Everyone: "Uh..."


So yeah. Langugages are one of the joys of this, because clearly everone will speak english, but if you don't know the langugage they're supposedly speaking, you can't react to it, or use that information at all.

Nerdtastic Nerdiness

In honour of my new hobby: Voila!

You're Roy! Roy is the dependable team leader. He's a bit sarcastic, but is deep down lawful and good. He's the meat shield with a MBA. And his dead father visits every so often with important plot information.


Yeah... just Search Order of the Stick and you'll find the quiz, the HTML is screwy, and I'm too lazy to fix it
So yeah, not much is new. Retreat tonight, COREteam style.
Roy is my favourite character in the cute comic, or at least the one I'd like to be around. Everyone secretly enjoy the pschyopathic halfling... but wouldn't want to meet him.
In other news, I have another job interview coming up soon. I always seem to do well at interviews, but not exceptional... which is frustrating. I really wish I could remember to do everything right, or at least smile. If I could only remember to smile!

So, let me tell you about the time my friend Maria logged onto MSN, and said "Guess what?" But I had to run. So I said, "Just run over here and tell me, I have a guest." Maria lives really close, but she doesn't come. So after my guest leaves, I go back on MSN, and Maria says "I sprained my ankle."
...
I am the WORST FRIEND EVER.
Yes. Anyhow. Must remember to smile more!
God bless you all,
Sarah