Saturday, February 22, 2003
Korean Tooth Information:
As mentioned below, I've been experiencing a new "breakthrough" in my dental personality in the form of a new Wisdom Tooth.
Pain Report: minimal today, with the help of generic ibuprofin.
More to the point, 11th grader S---- Sh-- informed me at the breakfast table that in Korean, what we call "wisdom teeth" are known as "love teeth." I asked "why love?" (or "why wisdom, for that matter?") to which WoodDorm resident M-- G-- L-- answered "because they come in when you are supposed to start falling in love."
I confess, I find this way more than quaint and fascinating, and a superior nomenclature for this vestigal anatomical anomoly. "Wisdom teeth?" WTF? Is this a term created purely for the lame pun-jokes that invariably result from their mention? I much prefer to think of naming their discomforting appearence after the uncanny pain of late adolescence/early-adulthood relationships that, like these teeth, are sometimes a moot point, sometimes in need of removal, and sometimes items that are ripped from your being by sterile people, leaving serious hurt in the form of holes where something necessary was once rooted. Makes sense, eh?
As mentioned below, I've been experiencing a new "breakthrough" in my dental personality in the form of a new Wisdom Tooth.
Pain Report: minimal today, with the help of generic ibuprofin.
More to the point, 11th grader S---- Sh-- informed me at the breakfast table that in Korean, what we call "wisdom teeth" are known as "love teeth." I asked "why love?" (or "why wisdom, for that matter?") to which WoodDorm resident M-- G-- L-- answered "because they come in when you are supposed to start falling in love."
I confess, I find this way more than quaint and fascinating, and a superior nomenclature for this vestigal anatomical anomoly. "Wisdom teeth?" WTF? Is this a term created purely for the lame pun-jokes that invariably result from their mention? I much prefer to think of naming their discomforting appearence after the uncanny pain of late adolescence/early-adulthood relationships that, like these teeth, are sometimes a moot point, sometimes in need of removal, and sometimes items that are ripped from your being by sterile people, leaving serious hurt in the form of holes where something necessary was once rooted. Makes sense, eh?
The Saturday:
Imagine a day wasted, your body's unconscious effort to better itself ongoing but rendered pointless by inactivity: oil is secreted, brain cells loiter unstimulated, muscles weaken, all sediments ease down and fatten. This is weekend duty at my Dorm. From 9am until 11pm, I was in the same suffocating, almost comfortable, ramen-smelling room with only the exceptions of brunch and dinner (allow 45 minutes for each). I'm used to killing time in WoodDorm, but these weekend stretches test my endurance. Please, I'm begging you, call me tomorrow between the hours of 1230 and 6pm. My thickened madness will be entertaining, I promise!
I attempted to watch all of Kurosawa's Ran (brilliant, really, just incredible), but the PS2 couldn't read the disc with about ten minutes left, leaving me faint and unsatisfied.
My only resort is more Sega Sports Tennis (not to complain). TheHIM3 is now nearly perfect in all attributes of tennis skill. Both fore- and backhand are packed with power, angle, and supple control. Forward, backward, and lateral movement is small-mammal-esque. THe serve is exquisite and pin-pointable. And with the cash I've racked up, I sport some tight threads (they clash, but I don't care) including black and white checker shorts (which the kids decry are "soo gay"). I'm ranked 20th in the world; 1 can't be long coming.
I read a bit (usually hard to do in Wood) and am nearly finished with Mary Karr's memoir, Cherry, which is both excellent and an increasingly odd experience as I develop an attachment to her voice and recollected self given that I've actually met her twice, and in one case after she had attended a bit of theater I had directed. It's actually quite humbling. I'll read a brilliant passage and think hmmm, this passionate, smart person has seen, and probably formed some critical opinion on, something I had a big part in creating. ACK!
Imagine a day wasted, your body's unconscious effort to better itself ongoing but rendered pointless by inactivity: oil is secreted, brain cells loiter unstimulated, muscles weaken, all sediments ease down and fatten. This is weekend duty at my Dorm. From 9am until 11pm, I was in the same suffocating, almost comfortable, ramen-smelling room with only the exceptions of brunch and dinner (allow 45 minutes for each). I'm used to killing time in WoodDorm, but these weekend stretches test my endurance. Please, I'm begging you, call me tomorrow between the hours of 1230 and 6pm. My thickened madness will be entertaining, I promise!
I attempted to watch all of Kurosawa's Ran (brilliant, really, just incredible), but the PS2 couldn't read the disc with about ten minutes left, leaving me faint and unsatisfied.
My only resort is more Sega Sports Tennis (not to complain). TheHIM3 is now nearly perfect in all attributes of tennis skill. Both fore- and backhand are packed with power, angle, and supple control. Forward, backward, and lateral movement is small-mammal-esque. THe serve is exquisite and pin-pointable. And with the cash I've racked up, I sport some tight threads (they clash, but I don't care) including black and white checker shorts (which the kids decry are "soo gay"). I'm ranked 20th in the world; 1 can't be long coming.
I read a bit (usually hard to do in Wood) and am nearly finished with Mary Karr's memoir, Cherry, which is both excellent and an increasingly odd experience as I develop an attachment to her voice and recollected self given that I've actually met her twice, and in one case after she had attended a bit of theater I had directed. It's actually quite humbling. I'll read a brilliant passage and think hmmm, this passionate, smart person has seen, and probably formed some critical opinion on, something I had a big part in creating. ACK!
Friday, February 21, 2003
"the man":
For understandable reasons as old as defamation suits (legal and/or vigilante), you will no longer read the name of the school that employs me on this blog; nor will you read the exact names of its students. I consider this not as a setback, but as an opportunity to excercise my alias-making skills.
For understandable reasons as old as defamation suits (legal and/or vigilante), you will no longer read the name of the school that employs me on this blog; nor will you read the exact names of its students. I consider this not as a setback, but as an opportunity to excercise my alias-making skills.
Thursday, February 20, 2003
---- Poets Unite and Recite:
Those at --- who feel out language on paper, who cannot help but express and create with words, get to speak/sing at tomorrow's School Meeting. Yes, it's the ---- Poetry Jam, and it will rock our insular world.
There's been a buzz of interest in reading, and as of tonight there are eleven confirmed readers with one or two poems each. Six are my Creative Writing students, but more have come forward. Even Carlo Tee-bop (my mentor and English Dept. Chair) and I may share something aloud.
As a culmination, my creative writers and I will "perform" a group poem assembled from the random phrasology accrued from various rounds of the "draw a phrase, decipher a picture into words, draw the new phrase,..." game (any suggestions for an actual name for this brilliant exercise/game?) that we enjoy occasionally during class, and which I will now re-print below for your possible enjoyment.
Our Imagined Pictures
Mr. N: perfection isn't always loved:
J: a very sad little engine that could
A: baby doll being strangled
A2: a basket full of leaky snow
G: four flowers of death
L: a fight between a broccoli and a cauliflour
Ji: I ate a turtle for breakfast
Mr. N: crazy butterflies are stabbing my ankles
K: an ugly person puking on a child
A2: shredded and ripped by a dog
A: the devil does his math homework, crying
L: a swirling hole of nothing
K: CONSPIRACY!
G: the hungry stick people are overjoyed at the discovery of Musical Christ cereal
(note: The lines are not necissarly read by their original author; we are all the co-author of every line).
Those at --- who feel out language on paper, who cannot help but express and create with words, get to speak/sing at tomorrow's School Meeting. Yes, it's the ---- Poetry Jam, and it will rock our insular world.
There's been a buzz of interest in reading, and as of tonight there are eleven confirmed readers with one or two poems each. Six are my Creative Writing students, but more have come forward. Even Carlo Tee-bop (my mentor and English Dept. Chair) and I may share something aloud.
As a culmination, my creative writers and I will "perform" a group poem assembled from the random phrasology accrued from various rounds of the "draw a phrase, decipher a picture into words, draw the new phrase,..." game (any suggestions for an actual name for this brilliant exercise/game?) that we enjoy occasionally during class, and which I will now re-print below for your possible enjoyment.
Our Imagined Pictures
Mr. N: perfection isn't always loved:
J: a very sad little engine that could
A: baby doll being strangled
A2: a basket full of leaky snow
G: four flowers of death
L: a fight between a broccoli and a cauliflour
Ji: I ate a turtle for breakfast
Mr. N: crazy butterflies are stabbing my ankles
K: an ugly person puking on a child
A2: shredded and ripped by a dog
A: the devil does his math homework, crying
L: a swirling hole of nothing
K: CONSPIRACY!
G: the hungry stick people are overjoyed at the discovery of Musical Christ cereal
(note: The lines are not necissarly read by their original author; we are all the co-author of every line).
It just keeps going...:
There are so many conjectures to legitimately be made about the context of this truly fascinating e-item. Portly, confident-but-hurt Andy Milonakis (I'm guessing that's his name) has self-recorded an improvisational shock-fest that will warrant repeated playing before it can be believed and/or truly appreciated. This kid is a creator, and his song and singing display some sort of claimed power that is not rooted in apathy or mean-spirit, but in self-examination and ironic anti-wit.
It has blown me away in ways never before thought possible.
There are so many conjectures to legitimately be made about the context of this truly fascinating e-item. Portly, confident-but-hurt Andy Milonakis (I'm guessing that's his name) has self-recorded an improvisational shock-fest that will warrant repeated playing before it can be believed and/or truly appreciated. This kid is a creator, and his song and singing display some sort of claimed power that is not rooted in apathy or mean-spirit, but in self-examination and ironic anti-wit.
It has blown me away in ways never before thought possible.
Onanism writ large:
For a History Channel special on the Hartford Circus Fire, of ruddy American annals, one STEWART O'NAN was used quite frequently as commentator/interviewee (as he has written a book on the subject). Thanks to Josh who shared this news with me and saw most of the special.
O'nan spoke with Fred Busch's last batch LIVING WRITERS students in the Fall of 2001 to much acclaim. He have perhaps the funniest, most sardonic session of any writer that semester (I think there were 8 or 9 others). For a webcast of the entire Q&A/Reading from O'Nan, go to this page and scroll down for the link. Great stuff. (I can't "link" this link because I'm using Netscape right now and for some reason it doesn't display all the command tools).
For more on O'nan's diverse writing...
For a History Channel special on the Hartford Circus Fire, of ruddy American annals, one STEWART O'NAN was used quite frequently as commentator/interviewee (as he has written a book on the subject). Thanks to Josh who shared this news with me and saw most of the special.
O'nan spoke with Fred Busch's last batch LIVING WRITERS students in the Fall of 2001 to much acclaim. He have perhaps the funniest, most sardonic session of any writer that semester (I think there were 8 or 9 others). For a webcast of the entire Q&A/Reading from O'Nan, go to this page and scroll down for the link. Great stuff. (I can't "link" this link because I'm using Netscape right now and for some reason it doesn't display all the command tools).
For more on O'nan's diverse writing...
Dental:
I woke up this morning to teething ache; I think my bottom right wisdom tooth has surfaced. I've already welcomed one such eruption into my mouth without the need of removal, and I hope for similar luck again.
I woke up this morning to teething ache; I think my bottom right wisdom tooth has surfaced. I've already welcomed one such eruption into my mouth without the need of removal, and I hope for similar luck again.
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
Taiwanese Playing Basketball:
I
For each other
Like each skill was sent to them by relatives for safekeeping
All differently, some playing defense, some not
Each jumpshot possible respect, some spin-moves silk, some awkward as a horse on ice
In the gym on the hill, encased in drifts, the game is a warmth of the womb, ankles are snapped and only some play defense
play defense for each other! no
namesnamesnames
reboundtiptinglasssqueak
Woaaah, Tony! and Mr. Jet the basketball idol
Congratulatory war whoop and a swaying of sweats
to win a game, to ride with apathy the crests of athletic afternoons
Living in America, learning in America. Some play defense.
Only real basketball on Saturdays when no refs or fouls can spoil it, when it's for each other. noway. woah.
II
Squat and older, I was invited inside the five on five,
my blackish hair a match enough to confuse me with Brian and there was laughter at this, he and I the same height and stature, both in black t shirts.
Only from inside the hum of their basketball personalities do I understand their comradery is a primary code for progress
Specific to the old, unsticky hardwood court is a taxonomy of smuggled worth; a centennial measured in what fun growth was truly gripped
not in the gym-smell or the oral narrative,
but in what is sometimes called a swish, and sometimes not called...
I
For each other
Like each skill was sent to them by relatives for safekeeping
All differently, some playing defense, some not
Each jumpshot possible respect, some spin-moves silk, some awkward as a horse on ice
In the gym on the hill, encased in drifts, the game is a warmth of the womb, ankles are snapped and only some play defense
play defense for each other! no
namesnamesnames
reboundtiptinglasssqueak
Woaaah, Tony! and Mr. Jet the basketball idol
Congratulatory war whoop and a swaying of sweats
to win a game, to ride with apathy the crests of athletic afternoons
Living in America, learning in America. Some play defense.
Only real basketball on Saturdays when no refs or fouls can spoil it, when it's for each other. noway. woah.
II
Squat and older, I was invited inside the five on five,
my blackish hair a match enough to confuse me with Brian and there was laughter at this, he and I the same height and stature, both in black t shirts.
Only from inside the hum of their basketball personalities do I understand their comradery is a primary code for progress
Specific to the old, unsticky hardwood court is a taxonomy of smuggled worth; a centennial measured in what fun growth was truly gripped
not in the gym-smell or the oral narrative,
but in what is sometimes called a swish, and sometimes not called...
'Cuse:
I am flat-out impressed with the number of Syracuse Orangement basketball games carried by the ESPN channels this season. Tonight they take on a struggling St. Johns team (just tipped off), and in the past weeks I've seen them beat two top teams: Notre Dame and Pitt (who were ranked #2 at the time). Macnamara, Anthony, Duany, Pace, Forth, Warwick, and Watertown's own Matt Gorman.
LET's go Oh-range! (dum, dum, dumdumdum) LET's go OH-range! (dum, dum, dumdumdum)....
I am flat-out impressed with the number of Syracuse Orangement basketball games carried by the ESPN channels this season. Tonight they take on a struggling St. Johns team (just tipped off), and in the past weeks I've seen them beat two top teams: Notre Dame and Pitt (who were ranked #2 at the time). Macnamara, Anthony, Duany, Pace, Forth, Warwick, and Watertown's own Matt Gorman.
LET's go Oh-range! (dum, dum, dumdumdum) LET's go OH-range! (dum, dum, dumdumdum)....
"Stick and move, Mac, stick and move!":
Another slow, snowy day = another quiz. No, I don't plan on continuing this prolific production, but I do find this format uniquely stimulating to my writing muscles, like an unorthodox weight-training device from Western Europe. If you have never played Punch Out, then this probably won't mean as much to you, but it might entertain you nonetheless.
Self testing results:
You are DON FLAMENCO. Rose in teeth, you display
your confidence before, and during, any major
encounter. It is your weakness, but a weak
weakness. Your enemies have to repeatedly bash
away at you once they've discovered your flaw,
giving you plenty of time to recover and
exploit theirs. Once beaten, you will find a
way to return with new abilities and thicker
savvy. You love to dance only less than
manipulating people into anger and frustration
in order to subdue them: when they try to match
your cockiness, you sting them for attempting
so hypocritical a usurpation. Dance, my friend,
dance.
How do you face Mac? Which PUNCH-OUT character are you?
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If comments start working, comment away.
Another slow, snowy day = another quiz. No, I don't plan on continuing this prolific production, but I do find this format uniquely stimulating to my writing muscles, like an unorthodox weight-training device from Western Europe. If you have never played Punch Out, then this probably won't mean as much to you, but it might entertain you nonetheless.
Self testing results:
You are DON FLAMENCO. Rose in teeth, you display
your confidence before, and during, any major
encounter. It is your weakness, but a weak
weakness. Your enemies have to repeatedly bash
away at you once they've discovered your flaw,
giving you plenty of time to recover and
exploit theirs. Once beaten, you will find a
way to return with new abilities and thicker
savvy. You love to dance only less than
manipulating people into anger and frustration
in order to subdue them: when they try to match
your cockiness, you sting them for attempting
so hypocritical a usurpation. Dance, my friend,
dance.
How do you face Mac? Which PUNCH-OUT character are you?
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If comments start working, comment away.
Monday, February 17, 2003
Day-off (Unofficially):
What with a third of the school (the day students and day faculty) trapped at home and feet of snow fallen and falling, I have declared it an unofficial day-off. Some good work was done in my first class, where we shared our paper topics for the Pride and Prejudice three-pagers due next week. The students of C-Block English IV suprised me with their creativity and motivation. I only hope the work and thought they put into the paper will allow them to complete their plans.
I feel like I have been scarred by so many writing assignments from Colgate (to the point where I actually enjoy a good English paper) that I have three-dimensional wisdom to impart. I'm encouaraging them to pick a topic and specify NOW, and allow their thoughts to gestate/baste for a week while they finish the book and collect their thoughts (most of my greatest arguments in college were formed while I was lifeguarding; along with classical music, staring at senior citizens doing lap-swim will focus your mind like a hydraulic bolt-fastener). If they do this properly, I tell them (half sincerely) the papers will write themselves. Best of luck, kids!
But, back to my day off: I've planned to watch DVDs in most classes. Annie Hall for English IV, Koyaanisqatsi for English I as an example of "prodigious" and "epic" spaces/landscapes (part of how we are going to start "thinking big"), and various music selections for my Creative Writers, who will most likely to agree to another couple rounds of the ever-rewarding "write a sentence/draw the sentence/describe the picture..." game from which so much creativity and laughter are siphoned (said music provided by Miles Davis Round About Midnight, Wilco Being There, Loose Fur, and Spiritualized). Yay.
What with a third of the school (the day students and day faculty) trapped at home and feet of snow fallen and falling, I have declared it an unofficial day-off. Some good work was done in my first class, where we shared our paper topics for the Pride and Prejudice three-pagers due next week. The students of C-Block English IV suprised me with their creativity and motivation. I only hope the work and thought they put into the paper will allow them to complete their plans.
I feel like I have been scarred by so many writing assignments from Colgate (to the point where I actually enjoy a good English paper) that I have three-dimensional wisdom to impart. I'm encouaraging them to pick a topic and specify NOW, and allow their thoughts to gestate/baste for a week while they finish the book and collect their thoughts (most of my greatest arguments in college were formed while I was lifeguarding; along with classical music, staring at senior citizens doing lap-swim will focus your mind like a hydraulic bolt-fastener). If they do this properly, I tell them (half sincerely) the papers will write themselves. Best of luck, kids!
But, back to my day off: I've planned to watch DVDs in most classes. Annie Hall for English IV, Koyaanisqatsi for English I as an example of "prodigious" and "epic" spaces/landscapes (part of how we are going to start "thinking big"), and various music selections for my Creative Writers, who will most likely to agree to another couple rounds of the ever-rewarding "write a sentence/draw the sentence/describe the picture..." game from which so much creativity and laughter are siphoned (said music provided by Miles Davis Round About Midnight, Wilco Being There, Loose Fur, and Spiritualized). Yay.
Snowfall:
It started last night, and it won't stop until midnight. It is already difficult to open many doors, and two feet of accumulation are likely. I have been growing anxious for Spring, but snow excites people, including me, and this is a welcome distraction. Hope everyone travels in safety.
It started last night, and it won't stop until midnight. It is already difficult to open many doors, and two feet of accumulation are likely. I have been growing anxious for Spring, but snow excites people, including me, and this is a welcome distraction. Hope everyone travels in safety.
Sunday, February 16, 2003
How I Wasted My Afternoon:
In my zeal to expound upon the entertainment value of Women's 9-Ball, I created a new quiz on the topic. I realized that my first quiz, found below, was too skewed toward Chief Brodie (although Julie got MATT HOOPER, which baffles me, and Kyle ended up as QUINT, which does not). The results this time will vary and may resonate with your sadnesses.
Follow the link below the picture to discover your "Inner Professional 9-Ball Player."
You are GERDA HOFFSTATTER, "G-FORCE"
(double bonus: you are directly related to
Micah M. Watts!). You fell in love with
billiards as a teenager in Austria and
blitzkrieged most of the Bavarian tables with
ease. You are known to be soft spoken, but your
"big stick" is quite literally a
"big stick:" you are not called G-
Force without legitimacy. Your breaks are
stentorian explosions of chance, often
pocketing the 9-ball for a flawless victory.
You have relatives in Hudson, NY.
Which Member of the WPBA (Women's Professional Billiards Association) Tour are YOU?
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Post your results in the commentary haven below.
In my zeal to expound upon the entertainment value of Women's 9-Ball, I created a new quiz on the topic. I realized that my first quiz, found below, was too skewed toward Chief Brodie (although Julie got MATT HOOPER, which baffles me, and Kyle ended up as QUINT, which does not). The results this time will vary and may resonate with your sadnesses.
Follow the link below the picture to discover your "Inner Professional 9-Ball Player."
You are GERDA HOFFSTATTER, "G-FORCE"
(double bonus: you are directly related to
Micah M. Watts!). You fell in love with
billiards as a teenager in Austria and
blitzkrieged most of the Bavarian tables with
ease. You are known to be soft spoken, but your
"big stick" is quite literally a
"big stick:" you are not called G-
Force without legitimacy. Your breaks are
stentorian explosions of chance, often
pocketing the 9-ball for a flawless victory.
You have relatives in Hudson, NY.
Which Member of the WPBA (Women's Professional Billiards Association) Tour are YOU?
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Post your results in the commentary haven below.
Women and 9-Ball:
I thought now would be the right time to digress into my long-time fascination with Women's 9-Ball, as first discovered by me in high school. The WPBA Tour has been faithfully covered by ESPN for many years, now, and whenever a tournament is on and I am able to watch, I do.
Allison Fischer, "The Duchess of Doom," has dominated the tour these past five years or so, and as Gary and I well know, she grew up playing Snooker in the UK (another billiard game that, when televised, can transfix me for hours). Other noteable cuestresses are the ice-cold Jeanette "Black Widow" Lee, Vivian Villareal, and Micah Watts' cousin Gerda Hoffstatter (all whom regularly challenge Fischer in tournament finals).
There's a "shot clock," there are spicy personality clashes, there's determination, corny but nonetheless intimidating nicknames, there's perfection, risks, excellent commentation, strategy, and an un-nameable pull that haunts me. Yes, many of the women are gorgeous, but it's only when paired with, indeed in the shadow of, their remarkable billiard skills that these straight-shooting sirens captivate me.
There's not much of an audience, and the "set" is often piece-together slopily (in the convention room of whatever major hotel/resort happens to be hosting the tourny). It's something that should not be taken seriously, but I am forced to. It's because of the intensity with which the women focus on these small pool tables, the chilly mathematics that rule their demeanors, the wondering about the fun they must have after each day's shooting is over, whooping it up in hotel party-romps, exchanging room keys, kicking ass with designer pool cues, shooting booze, being in control.
I thought now would be the right time to digress into my long-time fascination with Women's 9-Ball, as first discovered by me in high school. The WPBA Tour has been faithfully covered by ESPN for many years, now, and whenever a tournament is on and I am able to watch, I do.
Allison Fischer, "The Duchess of Doom," has dominated the tour these past five years or so, and as Gary and I well know, she grew up playing Snooker in the UK (another billiard game that, when televised, can transfix me for hours). Other noteable cuestresses are the ice-cold Jeanette "Black Widow" Lee, Vivian Villareal, and Micah Watts' cousin Gerda Hoffstatter (all whom regularly challenge Fischer in tournament finals).
There's a "shot clock," there are spicy personality clashes, there's determination, corny but nonetheless intimidating nicknames, there's perfection, risks, excellent commentation, strategy, and an un-nameable pull that haunts me. Yes, many of the women are gorgeous, but it's only when paired with, indeed in the shadow of, their remarkable billiard skills that these straight-shooting sirens captivate me.
There's not much of an audience, and the "set" is often piece-together slopily (in the convention room of whatever major hotel/resort happens to be hosting the tourny). It's something that should not be taken seriously, but I am forced to. It's because of the intensity with which the women focus on these small pool tables, the chilly mathematics that rule their demeanors, the wondering about the fun they must have after each day's shooting is over, whooping it up in hotel party-romps, exchanging room keys, kicking ass with designer pool cues, shooting booze, being in control.
Which...:
Following, as I do for a lot of blog-fodder, Flynn's lead, I have initiated a Quizilla account, and authored my first quiz. I'm happy with the results of my own self-testing:
You are CHIEF MARTIN BRODIE. You don't like water,
you don't like the ferry ride, but you love a
heady cabernet. You are the "man who
stands alone" in any Ibsen-esque scenario.
Take heart and remember: you can do anything,
you're the chief of police.
Which JAWS character are you?
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Enjoy! And let me know the results.
Following, as I do for a lot of blog-fodder, Flynn's lead, I have initiated a Quizilla account, and authored my first quiz. I'm happy with the results of my own self-testing:
You are CHIEF MARTIN BRODIE. You don't like water,
you don't like the ferry ride, but you love a
heady cabernet. You are the "man who
stands alone" in any Ibsen-esque scenario.
Take heart and remember: you can do anything,
you're the chief of police.
Which JAWS character are you?
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Enjoy! And let me know the results.
