Browsing meme

Aug. 7th, 2008 09:42 pm
owl: Charlie Eppes. Geek. (geeky)
Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] angua9

According to this script I am male. Bzzt! Null points.

Likelihood of you being FEMALE is 41%
Likelihood of you being MALE is 59%



SiteMale-Female Ratio
youtube.com
1
city-data.com
0.9
livejournal.com
0.68
archive.org
1.11
amazon.co.uk
1.11
icanhascheezburger.com
1.04
gmail.com
0.9
wmplugins.com
1.5
google.co.uk
1.35


Score over 1 is male-oriented site, under 1 is female-oriented. Why on earth is google.co.uk so male-skewed?
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DVD-style commentary on Rebel Heart, chapter five, for [livejournal.com profile] ankaret. Sorry I've taken so long!


Read more... )



Okay, anyone up for any more? Fanfic's under this tag.

DVD-style commentary for A Distant Sound of Cannon, for [livejournal.com profile] rodlox, as requested here.Spoilers for all three Pirates films )
Is there life water on Mars?

NASA says, yes there is

By coincidence, at the minute I'm halfway through reading Blue Mars.

Result for the Fashion Style Test )

Dialect meme

Apr. 8th, 2008 10:26 pm
owl: compass in sepia, pointing north by west (compass)
1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks.

Stream if it's natural, sheugh if not.

2. What the thing you push around the grocery store is called.

Trolley. And it's a supermarket.

3. A metal container to carry a meal in.

Lunch box. But they're made of plastic.

4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in.

Frying pan.


5. The piece of furniture that seats three people.

Sofa or couch. Settle if it's made of wood.

6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof.

The horizontal bits are guttering, the verticals are downspouts.

7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening.

Veranda. Not a thing that we have much need for in Ireland. Oh, I suppose some patios are sort of covered.

8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages.

Soft drinks.

9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup.

Pancakes.

10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself.

A sub.

11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach.

Swimming trunks.

12. Shoes worn for sports.

If they're canvas with rubber soles, gutties. Anything else is trainers.

13. Putting a room in order.

Redding up.

14. A flying insect that glows in the dark.

Sellafield midges? No Irish insects naturally glow in the dark.

15. The little insect that curls up into a ball.

Slater.

16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down.

See-saw.

17. How do you eat your pizza?

In my hands, bite the point off and keep going.

18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff?

Jumble sale. Except that it's more a collective effort.

19. What's the evening meal?

Dinner.

20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are?

A thing under a house is a basement, which most houses here don't have. Also rec room is games room and I assume that furnace is the central heating boiler.

21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places?

Water fountain? The last place I saw one was in school. Offices have watercoolers.
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LJArchive

Mar. 18th, 2008 09:25 pm
owl: pen handwriting; use it for journalling (writing)
Oooh! LJArchive has started working for me again! For about three years it hasn't been. Well, that's one good thing that's come out of the latest LJ debacle.

Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] liliburlero

You are the typical teenager
You can hear the frequency of the mosquito teen repellent - but probably not for much longer!

The highest pitched ultrasonic mosquito ringtone that I can hear is 17.7kHz
Find out which ultrasonic ringtones you can hear!


I can just about hear the 17.7 Hz; above that I can hear the speakers click but nothing else. Still, not bad for someone who hasn't been a teenager since 2003.
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[livejournal.com profile] lilliburlero asked for 2002.

This was a good year. It overlapped my first and second years at university. I had settled in and learned how to cook two or three staple student meals (spaghetti bolonaise, roast vegetables with potato wedges, stir-fried chicken). I was living in the church hostel, in room 3 on the first landing. My friends G. and E. were next door in room 4, notable for having an inflatable three-piece suite and a television that reliably worked. The common-room TV cost about £20 all told and, I suspect, fell off the back of a lorry somewhere. A pink or green cast would come creeping over the picture from one of the top corners. You could temporarily retrieve things by the time-honoured method of thumping the top of the box, but the general impression that you were viewing a blizzard scene remained. This was because the arial was attatched to the wrong chimney, as the committee discovered last year, after five years or so of declaring it to be unfixable.

You can do on very little sleep when you're 19. We would have perhaps three nights of entertainment in a week. The big drinking night was Thursday, unlike most universities, because so many of the students were local and went home to their parents for the weekend. We used to go after CU was over and give coffee and biscuits to those who were the worse for wear. They always asked 'Why are you doing this?' and then we would say it was because we were Chrstians, which boggled most of them. Also, drunk people have very little concept of 'invading personal space'. The bouncers knew us pretty well-or perhaps it was easy to spot the only ones wearing anoraks instead of vests at three degrees above freezing-and used to get coffee from us as well.

We were very close to the Lanyon and the main bulk of the university. I could get out of bed at ten to nine and make it to a lecture in the physics building at nine, if I wasn't washing my hair. I had some Applied Maths modules as well in first year, which meant a slightly longer walk. I often used to have one lecture at nine o'clock and one at eleven, so during the hour in between I would go to the maths library, which mostly contained bound periodicals, and was tucked into a corner of the building, looking out into the Botanic Gardens over a crocus bed, or else to the short-term loan library, the Seamus Heaney, for an hour on the internet, if I could get it. At that time my main fandoms were Star Wars and Harry Potter. I read a lot of fanfiction. I didn't have this LJ until early 2003; I was mostly on FAP and the SugarQuill and the Jedi Council boards.

One module we did that year involved writing a program to simulate finding pi by the Buffon's needle method. I didn't get very good marks because I didn't put in enough comments. But you did get pi to however amny decimal places. We worked in the "fishbowl", a glass-walled computer lab at the top of the stairs in the physics building. I spent quite a lot of time in there discussing fandoms with [livejournal.com profile] doyle_sb4.

The autumn was much the same as the spring, with a different set of modules and a different overlap of housemates. I took an astronomy module because it looked easier than most of the others, and thus put myself on course to add "with Astrophysics" onto the end of my degree.



Comment if you want to be given a year to write about.
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[livejournal.com profile] kajcarter asked for 1997

Really when you're young you don't define years in terms of calender years, but of academic years. 1997 was when I moved up up into the senior school in September and started working towards my GSCEs. In our system, that's the biggest change in your school years, after changing schools at eleven. In junior school, we had all our classes with our form class (registration group). Mine was F, and although they were organised more-or-less alphabetically, it had the reputation of being the worst form class in the year. It was mostly the boys, although there was one girl who was a complete trouble-maker. Half the class would disappear during the week of Balmoral Show (the main agricultural show in Northern Ireland), which was winked at by the teachers in that rural area, but that group would come back with a haul of pencil cases, sweets and other portable items they'd stolen from the stalls. By this stage, it was also the cool thing to smoke. At that time in my life, I was more comfortable around boys than girls, but fortunately my boys were more geeky and less petty-criminal. Our status symbol was having made it through the unabridged Lord of the Rings. I'd done it during second form, including the Appendices, while the boys were still stuck on the Council of Elrond.

In the spring we chose our GCSE subjects; I went with maths and sciences. I was very glad to get rid of art and home economics and music. I wasn't so pleased to get Mrs C., the maths teacher from hell, for 10 periods a week. Her temper was infamous. If anyone questioned her, it would be "I'm the one with the maths degree.". Our Add. Maths class were the recipients of the occasion when she snapped, "I might as well talk to the wall," and proceeded to do so. "Brick wall, do you know the answer?" We got good marks (I got two A*s, for which she never congratulated me, even though I was at the school for two years after I had escaped her), because we were too scared not to. She wouldn't give me actual panic attacks until my fifth year, though.

Apart from that, life was pretty good. I loved Triple Award science, fifteen periods of it, when I would sit somewhere near the back (being relatively well-behaved) with L. and K. We had the most fun in biology, because Mr M. generally was too dopey to notice what was going on. We watched a lot of videos, but we did get to dissect a pig's heart and lungs. L. was going to be a doctor, so she was determinedly not disgusted. I was genuinely unfazed, and was pretty proud of it when the boys laughed at the girly shrieks. L. is one of the few schoolmates I'm still in touch with. She's an SHO or whatever they call it now. I see K. in the paper sometimes; she's working in PR for the Department (of Agriculture, which is always the default).

I had Mr C. for physics. He used to turn up ten minutes late to class, clutching his lunchtime coffee, and was reputed to be more interested in coaching hockey than in teaching physics, but we still managed to get through the syllabus somehow, and I did very well. He used to throw tennis balls above our heads to demonstrate Newton's Laws, and he said I was obviously a good physicist because I didn't flinch when the ball wasn't going to come anywhere near me.

I had the friendly, black-bearded Dr C. for chemistry (L. started the course by smashing two or three pieces of glassware; she did this most years), Mr S. of the ratty tweeds and the pink and yellow teeth for English and Eng. Lit. (Macbeth and Seamus Heaney, and F.M. who never brought in her coursework, gentle blonde Mrs A. for Spanish, and Mrs F. for geography, which was the most boring subject I did.

All that isn't what I think of first when someone mentions my school. What I think of is sitting on the grassy banks around the lower rugby pitches on a sunny day, eating milk lollies and watching the boys play football. And probably I have an new library book or an old favourite, because football isn't really that interesting.

This was the era of Professor L. He came between the rotating pulpit supplies and calling our own organising pastor in 2001. He was a retired minister and had been preaching for about 50 years by then. His sermons were like precision engineering. He could say as much in half as hour as most sermons would in three quarters, all bright and clear and sharp. I'm really thankful to have known him.



Comment if you want to be given a year to write about.
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[livejournal.com profile] bulky_monster asked for 1989.

I was in Mrs G.'s P2 class at the start of this year. I remember that the story corner had very scratchy carpet tiles in alternating orange and olive squares, and we each had a handful of plastic counters we used to do "sums", which we kept on the windowsill in little pots with our names on. Mrs G. had red curly hair; she was killed four years later in a collision on the A1, leaving a son the same age as me and a daughter a couple of years younger.

After the summer I moved up to Miss N.'s class. She was my favourite teacher in primary school. At the end of the year I cried when I was told that I was going to be moved up into Mrs M's P4/P5 class instead of staying in Miss N's P3/P4 class. The idiot headmaster read out the list in the middle of the class instead of just sending a letter home to the parents.

Miss N. used to write "Fried-egg day" on the blackboard instead of "Friday" and see who spotted it first. In science once, she was explaining about things soaking up liquids, and I piped up-not showing off, I was trying to be helpful-"Actually, it's called absorption." I imagine some teachers might have found me unbearably precocious, but not Miss N. One day in craft, when everyone else was trying to make clay giraffes and elephants, I made an abstract structure with loops and points, painted it in rainbow colours, and called it a "Nothing-in-Particular". Miss N., possibly tired of reconstructing more ambitious artworks, held it up as an excellent idea.

Unlike other teachers, she gave me enough work to prove I knew how to do it and not enough to make me bored. After you had finished your work, you were allowed to play quietly with construction toys (Meccano and Sticklebrix type things, I think) at the back, or go on the BBC computer which was the height of the school's technology. Tiny screen, immense keyboard. The floppy disks really were floppy and had a distressing tendency to wipe themselves if they were left too close to a magnetic source, like, oh, the monitor. If you wanted to print, it was a dot matrix which printed out on a strip of flimsy paper with holes punched down the side. Our favourite game was something like Space Invaders, where you had do give the correct answer to a simple sum before you got to shoot the descending aliens. Ah, education.

At Christmas the school put on a play: Heidi. Most of the rest of my class were sheep (costumes mostly composed of cotton-wool), but I and an obnoxious little boy called Richard were narrators. The parents were supposed to provide the costumes. My mother, who was about 7 months pregnant with my little brother, was despairing at the thought of having to sew a Swiss outfit. So she prayed, went to Marks and Spencers-and found that they were doing Swiss-themed clothes for little girls. I had a white blouse, and black velvet sleeveless bolero, and a red skirt with trimmed with black braid embroidered with flowers. I wore it to church for a year or two after the play.

This was also the first year that I paid any attention to anything going on in the news. I remember watching both the Exxon Valdez oil spill and-I think, live-the Berlin Wall going down. Also on television, although I can't say for certain that it was in 1989, I saw a programme about how space probes were launched, with the different fuel stages falling away, and for the first time I realised how huge and lonely space was.
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Nov. 16th, 2007 08:43 pm
owl: The Doctor and Martha, Remembrance Day (tenmartha)
Why oh why is it almost Christmas in the middle of November? I heard one woman wish another a happy Christmas today.

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These are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing's users (as of today). As usual, bold what you have read, italicise what you started but couldn't finish, and strike through what you couldn't stand, and underline those you have no intention of reading (oursin's addition). The numbers after each one are the number of LT users who used the tag of that book (that is, last time that the algorithm was done).

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (149)  
Anna Karenina (132)
Crime and  Punishment (121)
Catch-22 (117)
One Hundred Years  of Solitude (115)
Wuthering Heights (110)
The Silmarillion (104) Read more... )
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From [livejournal.com profile] irinaauthor

Mingle2 Free Online Dating - Science Quiz


Yes, I got an 8 at KS3 science, and three A*s and two As at A-level and a First... :-P
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(no subject)

Jun. 5th, 2007 09:23 pm
owl: Orange planet with moon. I think of it as Cyteen. (planet)
So, thewhiteowl, your LiveJournal reveals...



You are... 3% unique
(blame, for example, your interest in luke/keiten)
and 7% herdlike
(partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy star wars).
When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers.

Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.

Your overall weirdness is: 25

(The average level of weirdness is: 27.
You are weirder than 55% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!
















Ah, but what do they mean by average? If it's anywhere near a normal distribution, it doesn't look like mean...
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Gakked from everyone, practically:

Name a character and I'll give you three or more "facts" from my personal fanon about that character.

My fandoms: Doctor Who, Star Wars, Harry Potter, BSG, assorted SF and children's books (check my interests), probably some others I've forgotten....
Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] synaesthete7


I'm 80% LiveJournal!



Elite status.
You just can't help being so good.

The LiveJournal Quiz

Take Other Caffeine Nebula Quizzes











Erm. Oops.
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Spoilers for Buffy, Angel, Lost and Stargate. Some are real (maybe) and some are probably not )

The thing is, if I see people talking about something that looks interesting, I'll usually investigate it. That's why I have 4567 fandoms and no life :-P, and am bad at this meme.
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Feb. 22nd, 2006 09:43 pm
owl: Ravenclaw tie (ravenclaw)
From [livejournal.com profile] clanwilliam

My personal DNA report. Reserved thinker, sounds about right. They messed up on the Myers-Briggs one, though. INFJ? I'm INTP leik woah!
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Memes

Dec. 6th, 2005 08:00 pm
owl: smile! (happy)
I was tagged to do this by...somebody.
Name 5 of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick 5 people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used. Tag 5 people on your list.

I'm not going to tag anyone. Do it if you feel you want to.

1. Finding a book I haven't read yet, by a favourite author, in a secondhand bookshop.
2. Cats that climb on to my knee.
3. Chocolate!
4. Clean sheets and a hot-water bottle.
5. Wakening up in the night and seeing that there are 3 more hours before I need to get up.

The Christmas meme, gakked from [livejournal.com profile] angel_gidget

1.What is your favorite Christmas carol/song? -- I like Silent Night as long as it's not jazzed up. especially in the original German. Song—I'm partial to Fairytale of New York.

2.White lights or multiciolored? -- multicoloured

3. Do you have a cut tree, live tree or an artificial tree? -- Artificial. They were talking about getting a live one this year.

4. Eggnog, mulled cider, or hot chocolate? -- Hot chocolate.

5. Do you decorate your house with lights? -- Just the tree.

6. Do you write a Christmas letter? -- A Christams email is about all they'll get.

7. Do you like receiving Christmas letters/photos? -- I'm not fussed.

8. What is your favorite Christmas story/movie? -- Ack. They'll mostly cheesy. Oh, I know! Run Away Home. The cleverness of me!

9. Have you ever made a gingerbread house? -- No.

10. Poinsettias or holly? -- Holly. I don't even know what poinsettas are.

11. Do you display a nativity scene? -- We have a little terracotta one.

12. Do you bake Christmas cookies? -- No, cake.

13. Ham or turkey? -- Turkey. I don't eat pork.

14. In what languages can you wish someone a Merry Christmas (without cheating)? -- Four.

15. Do you know all the words to Jingle Bells? -- Yes.

16. Do you put presents under the tree? -- Yes.

17. How do you eat a candy cane? -- Suck it till it comes apart. But I've only ever had about two in my life.

18. What is your biggest holidays pet peeve? -- Relatives. No, seriously, all this 'Happy holidays' business, and workplaces banning Christmas decorations. Come off it; Christmas as celebrated by the vast majority of people in the UK is entirely secularised; it's a commercial festival. And I should have thought that whatever your religion was, an opportunity to party, get presents and eat lots at a dismal time of year would be welcome.

19. What is your favorite Christmas tradition? -- Presents.

20. What was the best present you ever got for Christmas? -- Hmm. I think the one which gave me the most pleasure at the time was something called a Super Optic Wonder; it was a little pair of binoculars that had a compass and a tiny sextant and magnifying glass and I don't know what all else. I carried around with me for about three years after that.
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[livejournal.com profile] doyle_sb4 asked did people have Christmas wishlists. I'm too lazy to write one, so here's my amazon.co.uk wishlist.
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[livejournal.com profile] sue_parsons won't be surprised by this:

Dash
You scored 30% Sociability and 52% Sophistication!

There's no denying that you have a certain flair. You don't mind being
around others, especially your little brother, the hyphen, but you
rarely emerge except when needed. You respond well to those who know
how to treat you, but have only contempt for those who don't--you tend
to embarass them every chance you get. Your only enemy is the colon--he
will sometimes try to move in on your turf.



My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 8% on Sociability
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 37% on Sophistication
Link: The Which Punctuation Mark Are You Test written by Gazda on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test
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