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After this brief exposure to linguistics, it seems to me that linguists are science-minded persons, who like words more than numbers, and are too nice to want to be lawyers.
While I am neither a linguist nor do I play one on TV, I have always admired linguistics and had people assure me that I had the abilities to be either a linguist or a lawyer.
And it flatters my ego to think that I am too nice to be a lawyer.
He is an Evil Genius.
Yesterday Kawasaki-san asked his readers to add a photo that captures their essence. Since I use a Canon camera and iPhoto, I had thousands of photos ready to hand. After some reflection I chose a photo that I thought best captured my essence. A quick filtering with Photoshope Elements and the photo was ready to go.
This morning I read that I won an award!
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When prompted for a photo of myself that captures my essence, I thought a bit and came up with this. For one view of the knot of complexity that is me, it does as well as anything, yeah? |
Fairly accurate.
| Battle Axe You preferred a weapon with 94% power over speed and 32% range over melee. |
| You use a Battle Axe.
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My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The What's Your Signature Weapon Test written by inurashii on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
I like Amazon a lot. So much so that one year they gave me a coffee mug for Christmas because I bought so much smurf from them.
But their home page leaves a lot to be desired, especially when compared to Google's. Sure, Amazon's home page is awfully busy, presenting me with tons of smurf in which I have no interest. There is a compelling, Zen simplicity in Google's home page of which Amazon's is the antithesis.
The one thing, though, the really annoys the smurf out of me is that the focus is not in the search text field when the page loads. I quite literally can not remember a time I went to Amazon when I was not searching for something. Most often it is a book title or an author name. But I am always searching for something. I never wander on over to Amazon to browse through the most-recently-added category of housewares. I want to find something to decide if I want to buy it.
Having to click in the search text field may not seem like much of a bother. But since it is a completely unnecessary bother, it bothers me.
I watched Murderball over the weekend. I originally dropped it in my Netflix queue because it is about a form of rugby.
Yet the movie is about more than just the high-spirited shenanigans of rugby players. It is really the story of five people who are quadriplegic. It is truly an inspirational film, not in the typical, live-at-five, feel-good sop, but in the sense of inspiring the viewer.
I laughed. I cried. I was moved. Well worth watching.
Sometime in the wee hours between Saturday and Sunday, I punched my dog.
I don't know how but somehow he snuck up on me while I was sleeping. When the door is open to the bedroom he'll visit in the middle of the night, probably just checking up on me. Normally I wake up when he does. For whatever reason that night he rolled a natural 20 on his Hide in Shadows. When he leaned over me I was still asleep and my sleep-addled mind thought I was under attack. I'd smacked him before I realized what has happening.
I immediately apologized to the mutt but he didn't seem that bothered by the whole episode. I must've rolled a 1.
I read an athlete who is short and stout describe herself as “vertically challenged” but “horizontally gifted”.
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