Sorddin

In an effort to add a bit more infor­ma­tion about the sort of per­son I am, with­out any of the soul search­ing that might be required I went search­ing the net for some real­ly insight­ful per­son­al­i­ty test. I’m not sure if I man­aged to find any, but I did find some stuff that was kind of inter­est­ing.
Test: Per­son­al­i­ty Test
Results:

Intro­spec­tive, Sen­si­tive, Reflec­tive
You come to grips more fre­quent­ly and thor­ough­ly with your­self and your envi­ron­ment than do most peo­ple. You detest super­fi­cial­i­ty; you’d rather be alone than have to suf­fer through small talk. But your rela­tion­ships with your friends are very strong, which gives you the inner tran­quil­i­ty and har­mo­ny that you require. You do not mind being alone for extend­ed peri­ods of time; you rarely become bored.

Com­ments: Not bad actu­al­ly, I kind of like this. I’d say its the focused and cer­tain ver­sion of me.
Test: The Gay Test
Results:

You are 73% GAY!

Com­ments: Well, I knew that already. But its kin­da nice to know I was right.
Test: The Puri­ty Test
Results:

You are 28% Pure!

Com­ments: Yeah, but no one would ever guess.
Test: The Big Five Per­son­al­i­ty Test
Results:

Open­ness to Experience/Intellect
You enjoy hav­ing nov­el expe­ri­ences and see­ing things in new ways.     (Your per­centile: 82)
Con­sci­en­tious­ness
You are well-orga­nized, and are reli­able.     (Your per­centile: 72)
Extra­ver­sion
You tend to shy away from social sit­u­a­tions.     (Your per­centile: 37)
Agree­able­ness
You are good-natured, cour­te­ous, and sup­port­ive.     (Your per­centile: 83)
Neu­roti­cism
You prob­a­bly remain calm, even in tense sit­u­a­tions.     (Your per­centile: 6)

Com­ments: Well, I don’t know how true these are, but it is how I like to think of myself, and I hope that this is how I’m seen.

NOT!
Had made plans with Alex to go bush for the day. But the weath­er changed our mind by rain­ing enough to have made any trekking an unen­joy­able expe­ri­ence. So we switched smooth­ly to plan B, and went to Bronte instead.
We had cof­fee at Bronte, walked to Bon­di and stopped in at a cafe there too, chat­ted about all the sorts of noth­ing that I only ever get to dis­cuss with him and head­ed home about mid after­noon.
Maybe we’ll try the bush walk­ing thing again next week­end.

They’re nice guys. Or at least I imag­ine they are, if I’d had meet them.
I read on Alan’s blog that they have now left the coun­try. And so that ends my chances of meet­ing them.
This is not a sore point, I’m just a lit­tle dis­ap­point­ed at miss­ing the oppor­tu­ni­ty but its not like I had a say in this one.
Per­haps anoth­er time.

I have three laws for liv­ing a good life. Strange­ly I can only ever remem­ber two of them at a time. Any­way, here they are, in no par­tic­u­lar order.
1. You should nev­er have to clean soap.
It may sound basic, but I like it cause its fun. The most prac­ti­cal appli­ca­tion of this is to clean your own pubes off the soap before you get out of the show­er.
2. As long as no one gets hurt, you should be able to do what ever you want.
This one is bor­rowed very much from a bunch of dif­fer­ent reli­gious doc­trine, but I still think its valid. Hurt here is defined very broad­ly, and its impor­tant that it be from any poten­tial vic­tims point of view.
3. Okay, can’t remem­ber this one just now… I’ll fill it is lat­er. (I know I’ve writ­ten it down some­where, got­ta go dig out my note books.)

I was­n’t too hap­py with the pics I put up a few days back, so I’ve spent some time re-doing them.

Here is a slight­ly improved ver­sion of the Bridge, not much done to this one, a bet­ter aspect ratio and large ver­sion.

Same pic as before, but this time with a big ‘click on me’ ver­sion.

Okay, this one I’ve done a lot too. Scroll down and look at the orig­i­nal if you don’t believe me. This is the pic­ture I should have tak­en, if I’d been able to make all the oth­er peo­ple just get out of the way. I guess I did in a way.

Two exam­ples stand out recent­ly.
The first hap­pened a few weeks back. I was with Ric­ahrd, we were hav­ing a drink @ the New­town. We were sit­ting out the back by the pool tables. A nice you boy came up and asked us if we want­ed to play a game (of pool). Rich and I said no, as we were leav­ing short­ly and that was the end of that. Lat­er on Rich tells me he thinks we should have played pool with him after all (bit late now).
The more recent exam­ple was while sit­ting in The Tea Cen­tre alone, wait­ing for some friends to arrive I notice a nice cute boy sit­ting at anoth­er table, also alone. After he fin­ish­es his tea he gets up, pays and leaves.
In both cas­es noth­ing hap­pened.
But in both cas­es some­thing could have hap­pened.
Fate in both cas­es set up the sit­u­a­tion, pre­sent­ed the oppor­tu­ni­ty. But beyond that its up to me to be brave and actu­al­ly do some­thing.
Wish fate would give me some fore warn­ing, some­thing sim­ple, I don’t want neon signs or any­thing. But while sit­ting in a cafe in New­town it would be real­ly nice to get an SMS that reads:

“The love of your life is about to sit down at the table next to you, why don’t you intro­duce your­self sweety and let me know how things turn out.” — Fate

I need a new name. One that means some­thing to the per­son I am now.
I have a bunch of old names, a bunch of names for oth­er con­texts, a bunch of names that oth­er peo­ple have giv­en me and even some names that I just picked up cause I could­n’t be both­ered to think of some­thing real­ly kewl.
The point is I haven’t cho­sen any of the names I use. So how can they real­ly be a reflec­tion of me?
But a name needs to be more than a reflec­tion, it also needs to have a sto­ry, a his­to­ry, a rea­son for being.
So I can’t just make some­thing up.

I found out this evening that a old friend and often thorn in my side, Richard, has dis­cov­ered this lit­tle log of mine. Guess that means I can’t make too many nasty com­ments about him… then again.

So, I guess the thing is I don’t know who I’m writ­ing this for. Or why for that mat­ter.
With a com­plete lack of any infor­ma­tion I’d going to use the old clas­sic of ‘for­get the audi­ence and write for your­self’. So if at any point stuff does­n’t make sense thats prob­a­bly just a func­tion of the fact that you are not me (lucky thing for both of use real­ly).
Wel­come by the way.

Its kind of fun­ny think­ing about the fact that there may be peo­ple out there read­ing this stuff…

I usu­al­ly write with my audi­ence in mind, some­time that audi­ence is myself, some­times a group of friends. Regard­less I usu­al­ly know who the audi­ence is and why they would be read­ing the stuff I wrote. But I haven’t got me head around these web log things yet.
More thoughts are need­ed.