Well, that makes sense...

[grissecon]

You're Pale Fire!

by Vladimir Nabokov

You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the
road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you
are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but
then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people
think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much
like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I think the last time I took this quiz I was "House of a Thousand Leaves", or whatever it's called, so I'm considering this result a step in the right direction. Heh.

As to life: the job offer I was all but promised by those interview re-scheduling bastards has yet to materialize. Somehow I am unsurprised. I'll probably have to wait for a month or so while they get their ducks in a row (or find their asses with however many hands; I'm unsure about the proper aphorism for the situation. English is my second language, you know? /bittersnark)

The store is a joy and a half in that way where it is anything but. What is it about holiday shopping that turns (I hope) normally sane human beings into ravening beasts? I feel like, instead of a name tag, I should have a sign that says, "Chill the fuck out!!!"

Fannishly, I'm not doing much. I've been watching my shows, but don't feel like I have anything to say about them (with the exception of the last ep of "Veronica Mars" and OMGWTFBBQ!!!!! was the Duncan-lovin' incestuous or not, dammit?!). I'm developing a serious thing for "Without a Trace", mostly because Eric Close is in it, and he is slashable. Mmm, Eric Close... *sigh*

I have a Faith/Wes ST for justvampemotion, but I'm reluctant to post. Don't really know why. Bah! I'll make up my mind on my next day off, I guess.