D&D Meme

Or - It's early in the morning, I can't think of what to write, so look how cool this test says I am!

Monk 59% Combativeness, 53% Sneakiness, 73% Intellect, 58% Spirituality

Pretty much good at everything: You are a Monk! No, not a monk like those bald medieval guys. The Monk in D&D is a martial artist. They're smart, they're capable, they're spiritual, they're sneaky when they want to be, and they're damn dangerous in a fight. What to say? You scored high on all four categories, which means that you're probably a well rounded and capable person. Either that or you're an overly smart and dangerous psychopath.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Combativeness You scored higher than 99% on Sneakiness You scored higher than 99% on Intellect You scored higher than 99% on Spirituality

Link: The RPG Class Test written by MFlowers on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Monday Two

1. I've decided that I'm going to devote time to becoming adequate at juggling in just about every way that you can apply the term juggling. I can already do classic juggling with a little bit of flair, but have yet to step it up by using clubs, or flaming brands, or knives. For some reason the knives (even properly weighted and unsharpened because I'm not an idiot) scare me a lot more than flaming clubs. I'm strange like that.

Trust me, I'm not going to jump into knives or flaming brands right away. I'll start tomorrow.

But I'm realizing slowly that theres so much more than classic juggling. Searching the web I found JugglingStore.com, and have been drawn in to the beauty of contact juggling, the humor of the unicycle, the smoothness of the devil sticks (okay, I used to be really good at these, but Maria accidentally broke them - she doesnt get to use my new set if I get one), and so much more.

A few of these things aren't really related to juggling, like poi, which is a spinning talent as opposed to a tossing talent, but it's still pretty amazing to watch and so I think I want to add it to the repetoir.

What can I say? I love useless talents!

2. My Perfect Day

When I asked for questions the other day, enchanted_eve asked what a perfect day would be for me. This question has been nagging me a lot, mostly because the things that come to mind are things that I wouldn't think would make up the perfect day for me, and yet the more I think about it the more appropriate it seems.

It would start right before sunrise so that I could go out to the beach to watch the sun rise slowly over the sea. The sky would have small clouds on the horizon to catch the light and the show would be spectacular. I would probably stay on the beach for a while, listening to the tide come in, and smelling the salty air as it warms around me from the new sunlight.

Most of my day would be spent relaxing. I am rather lazy after all. Though I've never been swimming in the sea, I would imagine that some of it would be spent doing just that thing, showering the salt off afterwards in the nearby shower stall that you always see in the movies - the outdoor ones? And then I would relax in the shade. I burn too easily to relax in the sun.

Breakfast would be tropical fruits. That reminds me, I have kiwii! I'll be right back.

They're not ripe yet. Blech.

Okay, anyways.

The morning would be spent relaxing with friends, playing simple games, talking philosophy, and swimming. There would be a big lunch after which no-one could swim for at least an hour. Not because of getting cramps from eating, understand, but because we're too busy playing sand badminton. Yeah, I realize that volleyball is more traditional, and I'm sure we'd play that too, but I'm a LOT better at badminton, so we'd play that.

It's my fantasy, damn it. :)

There would be lots of people. Maria, my real life friends, my livejournal friends, everyone. It would basically be a big theme-less party, just people hanging out at the "hut" (I don't know why, but I don't really picture much of a house here or building, just a small building with a big deck that has a canopy over it, strangely), and people doing their own things. I like to watch my friends have a good time. Is that weird?

There would be a fantastic thunderstorm, and we'd all gather under the canopy to watch. The waves would crash with the thunder, and lightning would flash through the sky. A beautiful day would quickly be made into a dark stormy night, but after less than an hour it clears back up and those of us that pulled up a chair to enjoy the show are relieved to see that nothing's been damaged (I guess that means the badminton net is still up) but a little disappointed that the storm was done already. We finish off our bottled drinks (wine coolers?) and head back out as the warm, but not super-hot, sun dries off the beach.

There's snorkeling during the day. There's far-off barely-seen ships in the distance. Crabs crawling along the beach, and good food. There's lots of things, and yet at the same time a lot of nothing.

Sunset is 10 times more beautiful than the sunrise.

That night there's a bonfire and music. Each of us takes a turn to entertain the others around the bonfire, be it through singing, musical instrument, strange talent, story-telling, just anything that you can do to even momentarily entertain. For me it starts as singing, a low and haunting melody that's half lullaby and half mourning song. When it comes back to me, I juggle some flaming bowling pins.

My fantasy, remember?

The night fades from there, friends, fire, food, entertainment and enjoyment. Nobody has to say goodbye that night, they don't leave until the morning if even then. Some fall asleep as midnight rolls around, and I wander down the beach on my own for a while. I sit by the sea, skipping stones and contemplating the night. The stars are glittering pearls overhead and the moon hangs heavy and low on the horizon.

A shooting star flames briefly overhead, and fades into nothingness.