If I knew how to put a ljcut, I'd cut this to spare you having to look at it. However, I'm inept. I don't generally do memes, and I even more rarely post results. This one, though, might make a few people laugh and say "I told you so." So here it is...according to random-test-maker-dude, I'm officially an asshole. Big shock, I know.

Smartass
You are 85% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 100% Brutal, and 85% Arrogant.
You are the Smartass! You are rational, extroverted, brutal, and arrogant. You probably consider people who are emotional and gentle to be big pussies who are obviously in lesser stature than you. You have many flaws, despite your seeming intelligence and cool-headedness. For instance, you aren't very nice. In fact, you're probably an asshole. And you are conceited and self-centered. Not only that, but you are very loud and vocal about all this, seeing as how you are extroverted. There is no better way to describe you than as a "smartass", I'm afraid. Perhaps just "ass" would do, too. But that's a little less literary and descriptive. At any rate, your main personality defect is the fact that you are self-centered, mean, uncaring, and brutally logical.

To put it less negatively:

1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.

2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.

3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.

4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.


Compatibility:

Your exact opposite is the Emo Kid.

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Braggart, and the Sociopath.

taken from--http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4741219933576750506

Tomorrow, I leave for Richmond, VA to start my new job at the Faison School for Autism, which is part of Virginia Commonwealth University. After visiting the school, it looks like a great place to work, and everyone who works there seems very excited while they are working...good signs. It's also working for a University, which means free tuition (rock! More letters after my name rules). The benefits are nice, and I think I'll have access to all the University resources.

Tonya's new job is basically her dream job. She's working for Blackwater Outdoor Experiences as a Field Therapist. With her two (count 'em, two) shiny new Masters degrees, she's tasked with taking groups of people (kids and adults, depending on the course) out into the wilderness of Florida, the Carolinas, Virginia, and West Virginia. They do canoeing, climbing, caving, hiking, camping, and other things along those lines, while doing therapy. She's been out on one course, and loved it. She leaves again on Jan 9th for another course. The only crappy part is that when she goes out on course, she's gone for 21 days straight. The perk is that when she comes back, she's backfor 21 days straight. Tradeoffs, tradeoffs. She loves it, though, and that's what counts. That, and the fact that it pays at least better than her last job, if not enough to make us fabulously wealthy.

We're buying a house, and, having never bought one before, it's a bit overstimulating. We went down and saw about 25 houses in two days, finally making an offer on one we liked. Our offer was accepted, and then the real pain in the ass part started. So, after a couple weeks of proving that we both are employed, that we have a reasonable amount of assets to spend in case of emergencies, along with house inspections and the like, we are (hopefully) set to close the deal on December 27th. Then, we'll own the home at 611 Claypool CT, Richmond, VA 23236. It's what is called a "contemporary" design, even though it was built in 1979. It's got no basement, like the rest of Virginia, which will take a little getting used to. It's got a huge, open great room with a sunken section, 3 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms. The yard isn't quite as big as Tonya would like (read "not 3 acres), as it's only .4 acres, but it's going to be fenced in promptly and will be a fine space for the dogs, and maybe the cat, to romp. All in all, I'm really looking forward to being in the new house, now that we've torn down everything in our current house and it's becoming unlivable quickly.

I think I'm going to like Richmond. It's definitely a step towards urban living, compared to where we live now. In the time we spent there, a total of 9 days or something ridiculously short, it seems to be a good fit. There's a Cam presence there, that I'll get involved with after things settle down after the new year (still have to actually 'write' my character out). There are lots of bars and a seemingly decent music scene (meaning there is live music to go see). There are lots of outdoor things to do, and it's an hour and a half from the beach and an hour and a half from the mountains. Now all we need is people to do things with.

The suck is leaving all our current friends. It's kinda rough to find friends that will help you bury a body if you really needed it, and that's what I have right now. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep up with them still. My experience denotes otherwise, but I'm older and wiser this time, right? Yeah, keep your snickers to yourselves. Anyway, our old cell phone numbers will continue to function, at least for the time being, and the address is listed above.

Much love to all the peeps. End transmission.

So I'm moving to Richmond. I've been offered a job working for VCU's Faison School for Autism as a supervisory teacher. Thus, Tonya and I are looking into buying a house in the Richmond area. That procedure takes a significant amount of time. Unfortunately, I have to start working in the beginning of December. So I'm looking for info on cheap weekly-rate hotels down there. Anybody know of any? Also, I'll have to figure out who the CC or DC of the chapter/domain down there is, which I don't think will be a problem. So, all you Richmond people, look out...the neighborhood is going to hell.

So remind me why I'm going to ICC again? The new ARL is just as annoying as all the old ones. Now I CAN play my character, if I want to fight a billion Ventrue as soon as I walk in the gathering. That sounds fun, doesn't it? Wish I could get my plane ticket money and ICC pre-reg money back and just stay home and drink for cheaper, since I'll apparently just be drinking the whole time everyone else is playing. Great job.

*disgruntled and not looking forward to what I've been looking forward to for months.*

Stupid annoying bullshit fucking with fun RP. On top of it, I don't even know for sure OOC'ly, let alone IC'ly, about any of the actual STORY behind any of hte changes. So instead of roleplaying the end of my ROLEPLAYING game...I get to play useless rock paper scissors with no chance of surviving to the end of the world. Great.

Date:	2004-10-09 12:08
Subject:	Yeah...need to find a new job
Security:	Public
Mood:	hopeful
Music:	EvE online battle destruction

So I haven't updated this in forever, though I keep up with the activities of others through it. That said, I'm doing a minor update now. Life is not bad...still walking/breathing/eating/talking and stuff.

My wife has just accepted a job as a Wilderness Therapist at a company based near Richmond, VA. She's got a wonky schedule that only makes it necessary that we live someplace within a 2-3 hour drive of Richmond. I'm not overly happy with my current job up in PA, so we'll be relocating further south to accommodate her new job. This means that I must find new employment and a moderately priced location to live. I'd rather not travel more than 50 miles or so to my job, since I'd probably get the kind of job you travel to and from each day. Anybody reading this know of anything open?

I've got a Bachelor's degree in Special Education and a permanent Pennsylvania Teaching Certificate (which, I'm told, will transfer anywhere due to PA's strict licensing requirements). I've also got a Master's degree in Special Education with a concentration in Rehabilitative Sciences. I've got 5 years of teaching experience with glowing records in an Emotional Support classroom. I've also done Mobile Therapy and a multitude of other social work, short of being a licensed Social Worker. I'm very certain I could get a teaching job in a school district down there, but I'd rather move out of the "regular" school system, as it's intellectually, creatively, and emotionally draining.

So...anybody with a line on a job in just about any field...drop me a line and let me know:) Same thing with hints on where reasonably-priced places to live in Virginia are.

So I rarely post...but philosophy is fun.

1. Jean-Paul Sartre (100%)
2. Kant (82%)
3. Ayn Rand (71%)
4. John Stuart Mill (68%)
5. Jeremy Bentham (63%)
6. Epicureans (59%)
7. Prescriptivism (58%)
8. Spinoza (58%)
9. Stoics (57%)
10. David Hume (55%)
11. Nietzsche (53%)
12. Aristotle (50%)
13. Nel Noddings (45%)
14. Thomas Hobbes (43%)
15. Aquinas (35%)
16. Ockham (33%)
17. St. Augustine (30%)
18. Plato (30%)
19. Cynics (16%)

I suck at webstuff...so you'll have to type this in, but you can find the meme at the following web url:

http://selectsmart.com/PHILOSOPHY/

Enjoy

Well, since I haven't updated in forever, I figured I'd do so with a simple lemming, borrowed from numerous others.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test


I guess I'm more evil than I thought, according to the uber-religious. I hate extremists anyway.

In other news, the sun came up today, and no lightning bolts struck me dead from heaven.

I haven't posted in quite some time. I suppose this doesn't even count, since it's just a lemming.

Which Founding Father Are You?

Well, I have returned from the cabin. I went there last Thursday evening with...hmm...let's try to remember...Jesse, Luke, Kostella, James, Thomas, Andy and Dave. The cabin is a 3-bedroom shack-like thing in the Poconos. It's maintained reasonably well, and is only a few miles from a convenience store. It was really, really cold this weekend. There were 8 of us, for those that don't feel like counting up the people listed above. There was a heckuva lot of beer and booze, and not-so-much firewood. The actual events that occurred there are confidential, but there was walking on the lake, drinking, burning things, playing cards, listening to music, burning each others' possessions, cooking, eating, and a small amount of sleeping. We went to a local bar to watch the playoff football games, as the cabin has no tv. That was fun, but I drank way too much and the Steelers lost anyway. Damn.

Date:	2003-01-03 15:38
Subject:	Overdue update
Security:	Public
Mood:	apathetic
Music:	Wake up Dead by Arlo Guthrie

Well, it's been...well, it's been the holidays. Much has occurred, and I've been a lot of places. For Christmas, I got to see many friends and relatives. I received a number of very thoughtful gifts, but more importantly, I was blessed with time to visit all of those people (and the lucky break that they were all in good moods, with little drama).

On Christmas day, we had a blizzard. While walking out of my parents' house, I suddenly found myself on the ground, bleeding. Apparently, I fell. I heal well, though, and the bruises are all but gone.

My grandmother is old. I love her dearly, but she doesn't get around so much anymore. Plus, half of the family on my father's side seems to have cancer, though they're all beating it. Wierd.

I tried to replace the mouse for my computer, as mine is sad and inadequate. Unfortunately, I bought one that required a ps/2 port, and my computer has a pitiful serial port. The adaptation did not work, and I have to return it. *sigh*

On New Year's Eve, we had 15 people over to our house, and a good time was had by all.

The tradition of sucky January 1st's continued, however. Late in the evening, our horse-of-a-dog, Cali, who is blind in one eye, and often chases the cat around, did something which I hope was accidental. She caught the cat and either bit or hit the Mighty Michu (the cat) causing what appeared to be severe damage to her eye and lower jaw. So we had to call the vet on a holiday and get an emergency appointment. The vet said the eye would be ok, but that the jaw needed surgery to be wired and mended. Much money. Yuck. Very sad, on top of it all.

Then I got to return to work, which is always a brilliant time. We only had to go on Thursday and Friday, however, which made it bearable. My assistant came back to work as well, so that made it easier.

As this is getting long, I will stop. Gaming tomorrow evening should be a respite.

I've never seen a blue mongoose, and I suspect that they do not, in fact, exist, but I have been witnessing incredibly poor grammar on the part of a multitude of individuals of late, and I thought I would try to stump myself. Is the plural of mongoose: mongoose, mongooses, or (though unlikely) mongi? Dumb question.

So Tonya and I broke with tradition, again, and gave each other our Christmas presents yesterday evening. I got her a guitar, which she has been waiting for forever. She's been playing it nearly non-stop ever since. She got some other minor things, but that's dull stuff. I got a kickass new speaker system for my computer. Since I've been using Rhapsody to listen to tons and tons of music lately, it's a great gift. Also got a chair for the computer room that actually has a back, since the old one broke. Much nicer.

I've been debating whether or not to try to get out to 12th Night this year. It's a long way away. I may try to go to the Masquerade Ball in Virginia instead. Who knows.

The movie Ice Age was actually funny, even though I really tried not to think so.

Pizza rules.

Date:	2002-12-18 17:45
Subject:	The evil that is Walmart
Security:	Public
Mood:	annoyed
Music:	Digital Underground--Doowutchyalike

Last night, Tonya and I made the short drive up to Clarion to run some errands that have been stacking up for the last week. One of said errands required a stop at the unholy shrine to capitalism that is Walmart. Let me just say that I hate Walmart. The rest of this rant is totally biased against the place...

First of all, I absolutely despise their policy of moving frequently-needed items around the store, in an effort to force the entire populous to view mass amounts of plastic crap.

Secondly, I wish they would just hire trained monkeys and be done with it. The employees are, in general, totally useless in every sense of the word. And this is at a company that requires drug testing. I am of the opinion that Walmart should force their employees to use some sort of drug. At least then they'd have a personality, or they might be amusing to watch.

Thirdly, why do they always have three hundred different types of hand towels, but they very often are out of

I can't believe it's only Wednesday. This has got to be the slowest week in the history of the world. My assistant is going to be absent until after the holidays, so I'm stuck with whatever warm body my agency can find to put in my class. In general, however, I've been pleasantly surprised at the lack of drooling idiots that have been put in her desk this month. She's been absent since Thanksgiving. I realized over this time, however, that I have no idea how much garbage she actually takes care of for me. I guess that means I have to think of a kickass Christmas present for her. Damn.

So it's Friday the 13th, and boy oh boy did every freakin' kid in my class make it feel like it. But, it's after 3:15, so screw work.

In other business, I got like 3 hours of sleep last night. Went to a game in Indiana, PA. It was interesting. Yet again, everything fun happened in back rooms and shady corners. I enjoyed all the costumes...some people really went all out and looked great. The IC performances were cool, but most of the wandering around seemed forced. Again, back room conversations proved to be the most entertaining.

Afterwards, I ended up at the Brown Hotel with a bunch of people. It was...erm...medium-crowded there. The sucky part was that I left at 2 and didn't get to bed until 3:30 or so...had to be at school at 7:45...ew.

Then, by the time I got home, Mother Nature pissed on my parade, bringing the dreaded "Winter Storm Advisory." That made it less fun to drive to Erie for The Recipe show, so we didn't go. Another reason not to go was the fact that Tonya would have wanted to get up at the crack of friggin dawn to get home to the dogs. Screw that.

So, I'll just stay in the booming Metropolis of Newbie tonight. Worse places to be, I suppose.

Date:	2002-12-09 23:50
Subject:	Harper's Internal Dialogue: The winds of change were blowing again...
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

and Harper would have to be ready for a full-scale gale this time. Apparently, Artais' recent absences from Pittsburgh had been more than simple business visits. An appointment as an Agent for the Archons was well within the abilities of Artais, but it left Pittsburgh in a precarious state. Harper had known that Artais grew weary of the demands of running a city. He had also known that Artais had never wanted to be Prince in the first place. Despite those doubly-complicating truths, he had hoped that Artais would remain Prince for the foreseeable future. This was not to be the case.

The conversation was unexpected, as Harper had assumed that Artais wanted to discuss something less-important that evening in the private study of the Fulton Theater. The Elysium had been quiet that evening, save for a few thinly-veiled threats to the populous of the city from the new Keeper and the Sheriff. There was a pesky matter of dead Anarchs coming back from the grave, but that had been taken care of without needing to interrupt Artais' business. The true purpose of the conversation was a shock, something Harper was not used to. Artais was leaving Praxis, and wanted Harper to succeed him. The immediate response was, "Why not Francois?" When the answer came, it was no shock. Francois was too loyal to his Clan. Odd that a trait Harper himself possessed would eliminate Francois from the running. Harper knew that the Ventrue Primogen was too kindly to maintain order sufficiently. He also knew that Francois would not be as accepting of the modus operandi that he had been using of late. The list of potential candidates was short.

This is something he would have to discuss with the Lords. If they would allow it, he would do it. The target on his back would grow. Pittsburgh would support him, he supposed. They'd be too afraid not to. That would be sufficient for a while. Time to start looking for a suitable replacement.

	

	

	

				
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