Gwnewch y pethau bychain

Day: September 15, 2004

Ok, cupid….

So, maedbh7 said “hey, you should go over to OKCupid and answer a lot of questions because it would be nifty and stuff to see how it came out” and, lacking any compelling reason to tell her no, went and did so.

I should preface this by saying that I don’t take matchmaking sites at all seriously. I understand what they’re for, but I don’t at any level understand just how that’s supposed to actually work. I form attachments to people by getting to know them, and only after having gotten to know them to I really start to form serious attractions to them. While I admit to random lust from time to time, its confined to the realm of general fantasy and I don’t actually consider “going there” as a result of it.

Having said that, a lot of the questions being asked are amusing to me. Some of them are obvious personality or IQ questions, some of them are obviously “where do you fit on this political or moral spectrum”, and some are badly formed to the point of being completely unanswerable.

And then, every now and then, I find one unanswerable because it simply doesn’t consider factors that I need to know to make a desision. To wit:

Would you enjoy being tied up and having your lover write poetry on your naked back with a feather quill?
o Yes
o No

My immediate reaction to this was: “Well, that depends. How good is the poetry….?”

Here’s your sign…

Driving home from work today, I was listening to the NPR report about evacuations along the Gulf Coast in preperation for Hurricane Ivan. One of the families interviewed was indicating that they were planning to stay in their Orange Beach, Alabama, home and ride out the storm. The woman being interviewed actually said:

“Well, we thought about heading to Mobile, or maybe New Orleans, but you never know, you might end up at even more risk there.”

And I instantly thought, “I couldn’t help but noticing you seem to have more or less ignored north. I would have thought that north was a particularly promising direction to flee.”


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