Shiny Fun Procrastination Tool
Mar. 25th, 2014 05:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kelly_chamblissI have lots of work to do (conference paper due in two weeks; book orders due for fall; three recommendation letters to write, ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hp_beholder to finalize), so of course I have been searching for fun ways not to do any of it.
And I found this site that lets you take a bunch of free personality tests and then make a "badge" out of the results. (Badges? Badges? Yes, you need some stinkin' badges.)
Here's Kelly in a pseudo-scientific nutshell --
Back in my younger days, my Myers-Briggs results were always a solid INTJ, but in the last few years, I seem to have migrated to ISTJ.
On the website that offers the test, they give you a list of famous real and fictitious people who have been your personality type. (How do they know about the fictitious characters? Well, I'm sure someone goes and administers the test to them.)
Anyway, guess who some of the fictional ISTJs are? Eeyore! Darth Vader! Bruce Wayne! Fred Mertz! (ahahaha), and my total favorite -- Mr. Martin, the misogynistic, buttoned-down filing-clerk-turned-murderer from James Thurber's disturbingly hilarious (and sexist as all hell) story The Catbird Seat -- "It was just a week to the day since Mr. Martin had decided to rub out Mrs. Ulgine Barrows. The term 'rub out' pleased him because it suggested nothing more than the correction of an error."
The real people are just as fun -- Harry Truman, George Washington, the apostle Thomas (really?), Evander Holyfield the boxer. . .and Queen Elizabeth II.
(I wish I'd stayed an INTJ, though -- they are much cooler. Check them out: Jane Austen, Mr. Darcy, Hannibal Lecter, Calvin Coolidge, Caesar, Professor Moriarty, Josephine Tey, Rosencrantz and Gildenstern, Galdalf, George Smiley, Michael Corleone the Godfather, and (be still, my heart), my personal favorite, Mr. Burns from The Simpsons -- "Excellent!")
Oh, and yeah -- it's SNOWING. March 25, people! It's March 25!
**Kelly rubs her hands and goes away to plot the "rubbing out" of several of her less-appealing colleagues. ”I am preparing a bomb,” said Mr. Martin, “which will blow the old goat higher than hell.”**
hp_beholder to finalize), so of course I have been searching for fun ways not to do any of it.And I found this site that lets you take a bunch of free personality tests and then make a "badge" out of the results. (Badges? Badges? Yes, you need some stinkin' badges.)
Here's Kelly in a pseudo-scientific nutshell --
Back in my younger days, my Myers-Briggs results were always a solid INTJ, but in the last few years, I seem to have migrated to ISTJ.
On the website that offers the test, they give you a list of famous real and fictitious people who have been your personality type. (How do they know about the fictitious characters? Well, I'm sure someone goes and administers the test to them.)
Anyway, guess who some of the fictional ISTJs are? Eeyore! Darth Vader! Bruce Wayne! Fred Mertz! (ahahaha), and my total favorite -- Mr. Martin, the misogynistic, buttoned-down filing-clerk-turned-murderer from James Thurber's disturbingly hilarious (and sexist as all hell) story The Catbird Seat -- "It was just a week to the day since Mr. Martin had decided to rub out Mrs. Ulgine Barrows. The term 'rub out' pleased him because it suggested nothing more than the correction of an error."
The real people are just as fun -- Harry Truman, George Washington, the apostle Thomas (really?), Evander Holyfield the boxer. . .and Queen Elizabeth II.
(I wish I'd stayed an INTJ, though -- they are much cooler. Check them out: Jane Austen, Mr. Darcy, Hannibal Lecter, Calvin Coolidge, Caesar, Professor Moriarty, Josephine Tey, Rosencrantz and Gildenstern, Galdalf, George Smiley, Michael Corleone the Godfather, and (be still, my heart), my personal favorite, Mr. Burns from The Simpsons -- "Excellent!")
Oh, and yeah -- it's SNOWING. March 25, people! It's March 25!
**Kelly rubs her hands and goes away to plot the "rubbing out" of several of her less-appealing colleagues. ”I am preparing a bomb,” said Mr. Martin, “which will blow the old goat higher than hell.”**