More than you ever wanted to know about me:

Thanks to The Don, a bright light has been shone on the dark recesses of my psyche. Behold, and be very afraid.

According to the Goldfarb psychographic test, I am a Joiner Activist.

Joiner Activists II are intellectually curious people who highly value education and personal growth (yep). They are engaged in their jobs (yep) and are among the most satisfied with their work (pretty much) and with the amount of challenge in their life (I could always use more of that). They have liberal social attitudes on issues such as homosexuality, abortion and immigration (yep, yep and yep), and do not support tougher criminal laws or increased police powers (mostly true, although I can't say that I've thought about it in much detail). They are politically active and involved in their community, and are willing to take action to right perceived wrongs.

Other personality and lifestyle characteristics include:

Optimistic about the future (and likely to be doing well financially now) (pretty much, although I could definitely use more financial wellness)

Supportive of working women, women�s rights (definitely)

Secular, non-religious approach to life (somewhat true . . . I'm not exactly an atheist, nor am I opposed to the concept of religion)

Sympathetic to plight of others (true, although I could stand to work on that)

Have faith in governments and public servants (somewhat true, I don't have blind, idealistic ideas about them either)

Environmentalists, participate in recycling, composting (true, although I could stand to do more in that department)

Prefer news, documentaries and educational programs on television (I'll pass on the news, but I do love documentaries and educational programs)

Health conscious (conscious, yes, although I could really work on the practice of it)

Enjoy cultural activities (theatre, art galleries) (yep)

And then . . .

According to the psychographic segmentation survey from Environics, I'm a Social Hedonist. It sounds like some kind of nymphomaniac-anarchist personality.

Icons:


Race car driver Jacques Villeneuve (I could see that)


Extreme sports athletes (sure)


Pop-punk band Blink 182 (uh, no)


Pop star Ricky Martin (are you kidding?)


Movie character Austin Powers (I guess . . . )


Rap star Sisqo (uh, no)

Incidence in Population:


Proportion of Canadian population: 4 per cent


Proportion of Gen Xers: 12 per cent

Other Demographics:


Higher than average proportion are teenagers (oh great)

Fundamental Motivations:


Hedonism and New Communities (what, like the resort?)

Key Values:


Risk-taking (sure)


Aesthetics (okay)


Sexual Permissiveness (exsqueeze me?)


Immediate Gratification (uhhhhh . . . )

Words to Live By:


Don't worry, be happy (I guess so)


If you look good, you feel good (uh, no)


My friends are my family (I suppose that's somewhat true)


Pass the joint (uhhhh . . . I didn't inhale?)

Money Orientation:


Making it: Show me the money. (I suppose)


Spending it: If it's not the latest, it's not for me. (what am I, Cher from "Clueless"?)


Saving it: I'll start saving when fashion stands still. )(not not NOT me)


Stealing it: Why not? (are you kidding?)


Giving it away: Why should I? (nice attitude . . . run over any disabled people today?)

I live on the island of Incommunicado.

For reasons unbeknownst to myself or the telephone company, my phone line is dead. Completely. No dial-tone, no nothing. That means I can't receive any phone calls, and . . . ~gasp~ I have no internet access.

The phone calls I can live without. No internet though . . . that's just wrong. Especially since I narrowly averted losing every piece of data that ever meant anything to me when the hard drive on my home computer decided to die.

Hopefully tomorrow the phone company will be able to fix the problem.

Campylobacteriosis

Is it:

a) An Italian sports car


b) The maiden name of your neighbour's wife


c) An outdoor equipment manufacturer


d) The name of the disease I had

The first person to answer correctly will win a prize. I don't know what the prize will be yet.

More than you ever needed to know:

The etymology of "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"

A place to enjoy really long words

(like hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian and pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis)

I am pleased to report that I have not died, although things were a little touch and go for a while.

While I was in Japan, I contracted some really super food poisoning (fucking cheap-ass Ramen!) and in my infinite wisdom, I left Canada with no traveller's insurance. You know how it is, "Oh, I'm young and I almost never get sick, why would I need to do that?".

I managed to survive long enough to get back to Canada, and thanks to the Japanese equivalent of Immodium, the plane ride was uneventful. That fantastic little pill, however, probably extended my illness. I am now on day 11 of my illness, and after spending yesterday in the emergency room getting hooped up on IV fluids and anti-cramping and anti-nauseant drugs, I can finally say that I am improving.

My intestines are still a little cranky, but for the first time in 11 days, I can actually sit at the computer without causing myself horrendous pain. Let's hope the trend of improvement continues.