The problem with this quiz is, I know all the answers! Which means I can predetermine who I’m going to be ’cause I know all the characters’ lines by heart. So I decided to be Lawrence. I mean, he’s got a sweet mullet, and can hear Peter’s conversations through the walls, and has lofty ambitions (see pic :-). I had a mullet in high school, and I can hear my neighbors having sex when I do my laundry, and today I rode on the Metro with 20 chicks at the same time. We’re practically brothers.

I’ve already been diagnosed as the Log Lady, I couldn’t stomach being pegged as Milton or Lumbergh. Sorry. Thanks Cranky for the link!

What Office Space character are you?

I had bad vibes for my home-for-the-holidays plans when a gas tanker exploded on I-95 on Wednesday morning. They got worse when the Shins CD that I burned specifically for the trip to New Jersey devolved into a skipping, sputtering mess before I even got on the Beltway … But the final nail in the coffin was the parking-lot on 95 north on Thanksgiving day, forcing me to call my family to say, sorry, don’t mean to waddle out but … As Del Griffith might say “odds are any way you slice it, I’ll be having my turkey roll right here.” I banged a U-ey and drove home.

And one day and several bowls of soup and cereal later, I decided it was time to go shopping. Baring the crowds on Black Friday, I stocked up on a C-note’s worth of food that I’m currently enjoying.

I even ventured into the dollar store next door. I never realized how much useful stuff you can get in those places. And, treo in hand and visions of porcelain cats in my head, snapped this picture.

It was a lonely T-day but I’m thankful for many things. I’ve got my family close, my peeps are around too. I’m grooving to “New Slang.” Eating a real meal. And I’m not trapped with my evil Bobbsey-twin on a lily pad perched on a Slinky for all eternity. So there’s that.

OH … MY … GOD.

The floodgates have opened and the dork-sidedness is flowing. This remix has me cracking up so much I can’t even sleep.

And I do apologize. The proper parlance is "slagkicks" not "sidekicks."

(update — here’s another one. This one’s a bit closer to the Ministry remix I had in my head. A little faster, even more dork-sided. Is that the Church Lady I hear in there?)

Ok, so I had no idea the seafood linguine would be so damned spicy! …. and I don’t care what anyone says, making a funny face makes the pain go away quicker :-).

I’m not sure how to feel about this. For the first time in a while, I open my mailbox and inside is a handwritten letter, from a Christian missionary back in Columbia and auto-forwarded to my new address. In the letter she explains that, since I lived in a building with a secured entrance, she was unable to establish contact using the door-to-door method. Enclosed are the standard bible tracts and some quasi-psychic blather of how the world’s future is being foretold in the bible and so on.

Normally I would find this sort of thing annoying, if not downright intrusive. And in a way it still sort of irks me.

But — and maybe it’s because I have neither received nor sent a hand-written letter in ages, I sort of found myself appreciating it? Not the content itself, or even the sentiment, but just the sheer Herculean effort of it. To think someone would scribble the same rote words, over and over, to every resident in a sizeable housing complex until their hand gives way in an arthritic, carpal tunnel seizure … it’s very Calvinist. Very “give till it hurts”.  And to that, the dude abides :-)

Take note Wells Fargo and Shittibank! If you want people to take notice of your generic crap mailings you’re gonna have to give till it hurts! Grab the Bic pen and the stock CVS legal pad, and get scribbling!

While I’m at it, here’s another insightful personality profile ….

Cheese Test: What type of cheese are you?

And just when I thought I was getting my act together. Sigh ….

"You are the Log Lady. A little bit cracked, but maybe more tuned in than anyone knows. Your demeanor with people is more than awkward, but at least you have your log for comfort."

Which Twin Peaks character are you?

  Sketch of River 
  Originally uploaded by praxis88.

Well … Here’s my foray back into the art world. Over at Stacey’s place in Winchester, throwing down Blue Moons and sketching off one of Stacey’s favorite River photos. Not too bad … It’s still coming back to me.

  One Gulpee, and a Big Slurp! 
  Originally uploaded by praxis88.

I wonder if this place is owned by the same dude who owned McDowell’s in "Coming to America". I think this may be the start of a new Flickr set — "impostor franchises."

  At Capitol South 
  Originally uploaded by praxis88.

"Doors opening." "Please stand clear of the doors. Thank you." "Doors closing."