next stop: cover of Vogue

Fanny's inspired me to do some non-fluffy blogging. Hopefully. But not now. Not this week when I have over 30 twenty-page papers to grade by Friday and a journal issue to finish editing (due to publishers' by next week, thanks) and a chapter to finish revising (due to advisor also by next week).

So what do I do when not wondering whether a quick trip to the local cave to be a hermit might not be a bad idea after all? I do online tests. I'm actually rather obsessed by online tests. I take them wherever and whenever I can. And, sometimes, they turn out funny.

Fanny will prob laugh her fanny off at this (I promise I didn't actually lie about any of the answers. I think the test is broken):

Catwalk God(ess) 64% Flamboyance, 67% Originality, 52% Deliberateness, 59% Sexiness

[Flamboyant Original Deliberate Sexy] You know fashion inside out but you're far from being its slave. To you fashion is what you decide to wear. You've got great, if unconventional, taste and plenty of courage to put your ideas into practice, which inspires admiration; but few have guts to copycat you. I suppose it doesn't worry you because to you originality counts. You are self-confident, perhaps even arrogant, and consider a day wasted when no one gives you an interested or shocked look. Great job. The opposite style from yours is Librarian [Tasteful Conventional Random Prissy]. All the categories: Librarian Sporty Hottie Office Master Uptown Girl/ Boy Brainy Student Movie Star Fashionista Glamorous Soul Fashion Enemy Bar Cruiser Kid Next Door Sex Bomb Hippie Kid Fashion Rebel Fashion Artist Catwalk God(ess)

This test tracked 4 variables. How the score compared to the other people's:

	Higher than 87% on Flamboyance
	Higher than 85% on Originality
	Higher than 30% on Deliberateness
	Higher than 67% on Sexiness

Link: The Fashion Style Test written by mari-e on Ok Cupid View My Profile(mari-e)

since OED was mentioned...

and since I've been editing and proofreading all week (in between bouts of being sick)....

This is for all of you: A song about punctuation

Argh.

First, not only did I bang my head against the keyboard but I was strongly tempted to visit Fanny this weekend and yell at her in person. But, I shall talk a deep breath and refrain. For now. Or send annoyed text messages every other day.

Then, my new job is taking up almost all of my spare time. I am now the Assistant Editor of SomeJournal. Most of the other SJ folks are based in Europe. Europeans, so far, are cute and unconcerned about time. I rather like that since, in general, I prefer to think of time as fairly elastic too. But not right now. Now, I need to get a bunch of stuff off them and I've been waiting...and waiting....The publishers (not European and hence rather more concerned about time) are getting miffed. It depends on how much longer this will last since a new issue is due very soon and I can't do my part if the Europeans don't get their bums in gear.

Also, you know you've got it bad when you see the second picture (Mr. Mortensen on the red carpet during the SAG Awards 2008) and still think ohh....Aragorn (first pic) and then forget to do any work for the next few minutes while you wonder where your copy of the LOTR series is.

I (re)watched North and South over the weekend and thought: hmm...I wonder if they could get rid of that bloke from the final scenes since he just drags it down. Then I found this. Enjoy.