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Your result for The Find Your Philosophical Era! Test…

The Medieval

Congratulations! You are: a Medieval!

Medieval philosophy is probably more pessimistic than any other. One really gets the sense that medieval thinkers lived in a cold, dark, unreliable world, where pleasure was so hard to find that the desire for it became nearly uncontrollable. This is a world where the sinner is clearly divided from the saint

I tried to write the test in such a way that you didn’t have to be a religious person to get this result. The medieval way of looking at the world is not simply religious. It’s a serious, hierarchial, compulsive worldview, with a moral seriousness missing from some other eras. Medieval philosophers include some brilliant incisive minds, like that of Thomas Aquinas. What makes medieval philosophers unusual is the direction of their inquiries–they turned their gazes inward, to examine themselves, or upward, towards God, but hardly ever outward, towards the world around them.

Some medieval philosophers: Augustine, Anselm, Aquinas, Maimonides, Abelard, Erasmus

Some medieval artists: Dante, Chrétien de Troyes, Christine de Pisan, Rabelais, Chaucer, Bach

Typical medieval art forms: the morality play, war stories, contrapuntal music, the sermon, scatological humor, romantic poetry

Take The Find Your Philosophical Era! Test at HelloQuizzy

 

Come on–you can’t seriously tell me you’re surprised at my results.

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Last night I finally finished rewatching The Dark is Rising: The Seeker, and I have come to the conclusion that it’s not bad as a movie. There is just the unfortunate coincidence of some of the names being similar to the names in the book. That’s about it. I also watched Ballet Shoes, and loved it. When I was a little girl, I obsessively read books by Noel Streatfeild, and wondered why her name was spelled like that, and wished I could dance like Posy Fossil. The movie was just charming, with all the flavour of the book.

Joe took me to dinner last night to Logan’s, home of the really yummy chopped steak smothered with gravy & onions & mushrooms. And while we were at the restaurant, he suggested sending me to a Marriott for a couple of nights, so I could get a break. I thought that was sweet, but said it wasn’t necessary. But the thought was in my head, and it kept burbling around. So when we got home I looked it up, and the Towne Suites right by my office, the library, and not far from home only cost 14,000 of his nearly 200,00 Marriott points. So I decided to take him up on his kind offer. I’m SO excited! I couldn’t tell you the last time I had two nights all to myself, no dogs, no housework, no responsibilities. I’m beyond thrilled. I get to read without a little buttboy dog jumping on the book and demanding that I pet him right that instant. I get to sleep all by myself without a little buttboy dog or a beautiful Molly dog waking me up 2 or 3 times a night to let them out to go tinkle. I can take nice long luxurious baths. I can watch Season 5 of Angel on my computer. I can do whatever I want to do! Mmmmm. Sounds loverly.

Joe’s been busy mending/replacing drywall, covering holes, trying to find all the places that the rodents use to enter the house and getting them blocked up. The other night I was cleaning the little bathroom, and when I opened the door to the cupboard below the sink, I saw a tail vanishing into the hole around the pipe that led into the wall. I slammed the door and screamed, and Joe came running. He used steel wool to fill in the area around the pipe and cover up the hole.  I really hate rodents. I hate them when they’re alive, and I hate them when they’re dead and decomposing in the walls of my house. Which they are right now, which is another reason I’m excited about going to the hotel for a few nights.

He also replaced the drywall from a hole I kicked in the hall wall months and months ago. I promised that I’d get the hall and living room painted next weekend (provided the air in the house is breathable–if not, I’ll wait until it is). I’m hoping Izzy will feel like helping me paint (hint hint), but if she can’t it’s not a big deal. It’s not like painting the bathroom–the walls are nice and large and there aren’t any odd little corners to deal with. I’ll probably take the dogs to the groomers that Saturday, since I really don’t need them underfoot while the painting is going on. I just have this visual image of Scout-shaped splotches along the walls near the baseboards, and Scout covered in paint.

In the first movie I watched last night, there was a snake scene. Lots of snakes. Lots and lots and lots of snakes. I am as phobic about snakes as I am about rodents, so I covered my eyes during that scene. Apparently it wasn’t good enough, because in the dream I had just before I woke up, there were snakes. Lots of snakes. Lots and lots and lots of snakes. That means I woke up with a bad headache. And then when I put pantyhose on my head to hold my hair out of the way of my wig, and put on the wig, all that pressure on my head is making the headache worse. Yet another reason to enjoy the hotel room tonight. I’ll go and immediately take off the wig and the pantyhose, and the clothes, and loll in the bathtub with a good book. And I won’t watch any snake movies.  Because enough is enough! I have had it with these motherf&$!ing snakes in my motherf&$!ing dreams! (Sorry. I excel in lameness.)

Enjoy your Halloween. Give out lots of candy, and make sure to enjoy some yourselves. Me, I’ll be in a hotel room, all by myself. Maybe eating candy. Definitely taking a long bubble bath, and reading a good book. Joe gets to give out candy at the house, and he has to have the dog gate up to keep the dogs in the back part of the house, because they both go crazy when people come to the door and we don’t want them to scare the kids or run off down the street. (And I told him we shouldn’t buy candy on Tuesday, ’cause he’d eat it all, which he practically has.) Yeah. Anyway, Happy Halloween. Or, you know, have a very bad, very sad, disgusting Halloween. (Click on that link, if you’ve never seen Radiskull. Thank me later.)

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Today’s Twitters

  • 18:03 @saderman I’m still praying for you guys, and hoping for every good thing. 🙂 (I still have to mail you a cookbook–it’ll be there in time) #
  • 08:20 @gypsygrrl You’ll make it, sugar. Sending lots of love. Oh, and I’m a fairy goth mother today, so I can grant you a wish. #

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Wishes? Anyone?

I am a fairy goth mother. Leave your wishes in the comments, and I will grant them.

 

(No liability, real or implied, exists as a result of wish fulfillment. Wish wisely.)

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Quizzes

Blame Izzy, who blamed Coolest.

you are teal
#008080

Your dominant hues are green and blue. You’re smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people’s conflicts well.Your saturation level is very high – you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn’t be afraid to lead people, because if you’re doing it, it’ll be done right.Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively. 

 

the spacefem.com html color quiz

 So, what do you think? I’m skeptical.

Faith Stencel’s Dewey Decimal Section:

114 Space

Faith Stencel = 619089054352 = 619+089+054+352 = 1114

Class:
100 Philosophy & Psychology

Contains:
Books on metaphysics, logic, ethics and philosophy.

What it says about you:
You’re a careful thinker, but your life can be complicated and hard for others to understand at times. You try to explain things and strive to express yourself.

Find your Dewey Decimal Section at Spacefem.com

My life? Complicated? hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Take Up A Serious Hobby

You’re an intellectual and you know how you use your mind, so you’d rather not take breaks from it. You can always think out a situation and know what needs to be done. The only thing that frustrates you is not being valued.

Our Potentially Ridiculous Hobby Suggestion For You:
memorizing pi
Ever since we discovered that pi goes on forever and doesn’t make any sense, people have tried to memorize it. See how many digits you can make it to! Quick hint: After 100, nobody ever wants to listen to you.

Take up a hobby at spacefem.com!
Your scores:

Serious 25.07
 
Creative 22.4
 
Resourceful 21.99
 
Focused 18.26
 
Motivated 16.97
 

 

I don’t know about that. 3.14159 is as far as I’ve gotten with Pi.

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Randomness

Why is it some days I have so much to blather on about that I do 3 or 4 posts in a day, and then I go for several days without saying anything? Well, it’s not because nothing has happened. But something has happened that I don’t want to blog about. I guess it’s my own version of Chicory’s “the unbloggable.” Suffice it to say that it’s painful and not fun and I wish things had turned out differently. But no one gets all of their wishes fulfilled, and I’m no exception. I have no desire to cause myself or anyone else any further trauma, so I won’t be talking about it or blogging about it.

Moving on.

Speaking of wish fulfillment, I’ve finally decided on my Halloween costume. I’m going to be a fairy goth mother. Whaddaya think? I’ll dress all in black, wear either my blue or hot pink wig, wear lots of black eye make-up & black lipstick. I don’t have any fairy wings, but I can make some tonight with wire coat hangers and some nylons. It’ll be a hoot.

If you’re having trouble coming up with a costume, I heartily recommend the Costume Idea Zone. There are 66 pages of ideas, most of which involve things you already have at home or can easily pick up.  Some of them are a little lame, but some are also extremely fun and creative.

Before the movie The Dark is Rising: The Seeker came out, I was really eagerly looking forward to it, having been a lifelong fan of Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising series. And Joe and I went to see the movie with great anticipation. Joe loved it. I hated it. Not because it was bad in and of itself; I couldn’t judge that because I was so incredibly disappointed in what they did to a really good book. So I put it in my Netflix queue recently, thinking I’d like to watch it again now that I know how they butchered the book, to see if it is an okay movie if I can make myself forget about the book. I started watching it last night and fell asleep before it got to the half-way mark. From what little I saw, though, I think I’ll like it better this time around. I just have to keep telling myself that it has only the faintest distant relationship to the book, like a third cousin 57 times removed. I do dearly love Christopher Eccleston, and he plays the Big Bad, so yummy creepiness there.

I also have at home White Noise 2.  I didn’t care all that much for the first movie, but this one is apparently a stand-alone sequel (so why’d they call it White Noise 2? Enquiring minds want to know.) starring Nathan Filion. And he is one fine-looking man. He’s also a really good actor (compare Caleb (from Buffy Season 7) with Mal (Firefly) (and I know I need to see Doctor Horrible and I shall but I haven’t yet). Very tastealicious.

And did I mention the new song I have for Scout? I know I’ve talked about the different songs I sing to my dogs, with my made-up lyrics to already existing music. And I know I’ve told you how I call him “Buttboy” and he answers to that name. So somehow it all came together in a lovely little song that I sing to the old Batman TV series theme music. “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Buttboy!” He loves it. If I sing it while he’s hyper, he’ll lie on his back and madly wave his paws at me, and as soon as the song ends he jumps up and tears through the house. And if I sing it while he’s less hyper, he’ll lie on his back and lazily wave his paws at me, and kiss me three time when it’s done. He’s a most cute little stinker boy. I also call him Rocket Dog and Destructo-Dog, but the only names he really answers to are Scout and Buttboy. If he’s standing on the floor wagging his tail, you can shake your butt back and forth, and he’ll start wagging his little butt. So freakin’ cute!!!!

This morning the incomparable Izzybella brought me a coke and a hug and a couple of missionaries who gave me a most appreciated blessing. And Jehara and I went to the library at lunch, and then I finished up the rest of that awesome mac & cheese Izzy and I made last Sunday.  I was hoping to go see a movie tonight with my honey, since he’s in town, but since I’ll be making wings and a magic wand, I guess we’ll just watch something from Netflix. Maybe we’ll get out to a movie this weekend, since I feel quite sure he’ll be off again next week.

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