I blame Noumenon, I totally blame Noumenon.

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You're Lolita!

by Vladimir Nabokov

Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with
sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every
way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes
this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and
probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.
Please stay away from children.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

How did that happen? I mean, seriously, this is a side of me I've never seen before. Anyone who has seen it before, please -- tastefully --- comment. And no, I have not gotten caught for them.

Love means never having to say you're a graph theorist.

ETA: If I put that it is my desired lover who is being so silly and ridiculous, I get

You're Love in the Time of Cholera!

by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by
sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give
consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the
one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions
barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff
could get you killed.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Either way, this quiz seems to say that I've got serious love problems. Hmm.

Comments

[kickthehobbit.livejournal.com]

I took the quiz, got a book I'd never heard of that didn't fit me, took it again, changed an answer, got Lolita, went, "Um, no," changed another answer that I'd apparently misread, and I'm now Siddhartha.

. . . apparently I believe in ferries. Ouch.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

I believe in ferries too -- indeed, I believe I have ridden on a few. Including what some claim to be the largest one, the Cariboo, which plies the Cabot Strait. Imagine, that several-hour crossing was all based on the strength of my belief.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

On a more serious note, I think that the question that turned it was the "What separates you and your lover?" and the answers being "Society" or "Your lover." I mean, I stopped and looked at it, and wondered why neither "several hundred/thousand kilometres" nor "his reluctance to come into existence" was available, so I shrugged and put "Society."

[kickthehobbit.livejournal.com]

Oh, probably. I changed the, "Young or old" one after thinking for a minute, and that's how I got Siddhartha.

[hot-soup.livejournal.com]

The correct answer is, of course, '0.05 millimetres of latex'

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

They did not include that one either, which is scandalous. I mean, what kind of example of safe practices are LiveJournal mêmes setting for today's youth? LiveJournal mêmes are supposed to be didactic and educational, here.

On the other hand, in the time of cholera, I do not think such a barrier, even if known to three significant digits, is going to help much.

[enui-iune.livejournal.com]

I either believe in ferries, or measure out my life with coffee spoons.

(Siddhartha or Prufrock and Other Observations)

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

You can believe in ferries, go riding on them, and hear the mermaids singing, each to each...till human voices wake us, and we drown.