I’m a Dreamer Baby, So Why Don’t You Kill Me…

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“INFPs are introspective, private, creative and highly idealistic individuals that have a constant desire to be on a meaningful path. They are driven by their values and seek peace. Empathetic and compassionate, they want to help others and humanity as a whole. INFPs are imaginitive, artistic and often have a talent for language and writing. They can also be described as easygoing, selfless, guarded, adaptable, patient and loyal.”

Most of my managers would also describe me as a pain in the ass, but that’s another story.

I took the personality test and that is my profile according to the shiny happy people at mypersonality.info. I think its interesting that the first and third categories could have swung either way. I remember taking it a few years ago (back at Accenture, actually) and I think the result was the same. Go figure.

I take it all with a grain of salt, though. In the words of Popeye the Sailor: “I yam what I yam, and that’s all what I yam!”

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Through An Artist’s Eye

Currently, one of my favorite comic strips is My Cage which is somewhat like Dilbert in that it takes place in an office. Unlike Dilbert, it focuses more on the character’s personalities, the lead being a platypus named Norman who works at an office and finds himself constantly frustrated not only by office life, but also by his co-workers.

The creators of the strip, artist Melissa DeJesus and writer Ed Powers, held two contests recently on MySpace with the prize being an appearance in the strip. There was a fanart contest, and a writing contest, which I won. The rub is that the characters are all animals, so in addition to supplying a photograph for the artist to use as a model, I had to choose an animal. Over the protests of my former coworkers, who for some strange reason wanted me to pick a koala, and my best friend, who wanted me to go with an owl (high school thing). I decided to go with a bear because I think it suits my personality and also, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bear in the strip.

Melissa has posted her version of myself and the other winners, and I like the way mine came out. The pic I sent for Melissa to use can be found here and the toon version is here. He, er, me looks like a pretty laid-back guy who needs to go to the gym a little more often. The only thing missing is a Nintendo DS 🙂

Disk Schlockeys

As much as I like to think of myself as being Mr. High-Tech Geek Dood, I am somewhat old-fashioned. I don’t trust automatic billpay, don’t carry an iPod around with me every minute of the day (or even OWN an iPod for that matter) and I still mostly listen to the radio to get my recommended daily allowance of music.

My favorite station is currently the local Jack FM station because they play a lot of the older stuff I like, but more importantly, they don’t have any DJs. After having listened to Jack FM for some time, I find DJs to be even more annoying now.

The first time I went to the laundromat I now wash my clothes at, their PA was tuned to a local “Hit Music” station. It was two hours of mind-numbing HELL; if the speaker hadn’t been concealed, I would have ripped it out of the wall. When I turn on the radio, I want to hear MUSIC. I don’t give a crap about who got voted off on American Idol last night, I don’t want to hear the lame-ass DJ’s lame-ass jokes and his lame-ass sidekicks laughing on cue like Pavlov’s dog, and I don’t want to know how to tell if my significant other is cheating or any of that other crap.

Talking is for AM, music is for FM, its that simple. The next time I went to that laundromat the PA was tuned to Jack FM, so maybe its not just me.

I have a radio/CD player in the apartment, so I can listen to music and occasionally I’ll drop in a CD. If I am at the PC, I might fire up Winamp and pick out some MP3’s. I like listening to CDs in my car, or I’ll flip around the local FM stations, and I have an MP3 player I listen to while I work out.

I was helping a friend paint yesterday, and after some time, I noticed something was missing. There was no music. I used to help one of my brothers paint our parent’s house and he would always have either a radio outside blaring or his car’s trunk open with the stereo cranked to get that extra kick while listening to KISS.

Unfortunately, I could never do it to his satisfaction, and this would inevitably end with us yelling at each other…like I said, I used to help.

I asked my friend if he could put some music on, and he said yes and exited the room. I was fully expecting him to come back with a portable radio. Instead, he goes to his computer room and fires up iTunes on his Mac. Of course, the first song that cued up was something I wasn’t crazy about, but what can you do?

The Force is Strong in This One…

Even though I’m probably not supposed to, I like to IM the friends I made at the last company I was at, just to see how they are doing back in the ol’ salt mine. As is the case with a bunch of screw-balls like us, some funny exchanges often ensue, but my conversation with Chris (not RavynX, BTW) this afternoon took a weird twist.

It was ten minutes until quitting time and I get a message from Chris asking if I was leaving soon. I replied yes I was, assuming nobody called. He then sent: “You are going to get a call” or something to that effect, and just as I finished reading that sentence THE DAMN PHONE RANG. I was flabbergasted, to say nothing of cheesed-off at Chris for jinxing me. I cursed Chris’ name under my breath as I put on my headset and picked up the call.

Luckily for Chris, the call was for someone else, so I transferred the call and went home on time. I left a message on Chris’ voicemail telling him how much he sucked, which probably wasn’t a good idea, since apparently he is a Sith Lord in training.

Now if it happens tomorrow, I am officially freaking out.

I’m not sayin’…I’m just sayin

If you work on the 2nd floor of a building and you are able to, TAKE THE DAMN STAIRS!

The worst example of this was when I shared the elevator with two ditzy girls who apparently took the elevator from the 2nd floor all the way to the TOP floor of the building (the office where I work is on the top floor) and all the way back down to the 1st floor…un-farking-believable.

Oh well, just half a day to go until the sweet sweet weekend is upon me!

Talk About Good Timing!

Despite living in San Antonio since mid-2006, I had yet to register to vote here in San Antonio (I was registered at my parents’ address) Of course, with the presidential primaries and general election coming up in November, I decided to rectify that problem, so I sent in a voter registration card in late January.

Now to vote in an election, you have to have registered 30 days prior to the election day, so I wasn’t sure that I would get my new card in time for the primaries today. I thought I could bring my voter registration card from my old county and vote anyway.

Well, that is true, but you have to vote early in order to do that. Of course I find this out Saturday after early voting had ended here in Texas, so I got bummed out over not being able to participate in (what I think anyway) is a historic Democratic primary.

Lo and behold, what do I find in my mailbox today, but my new voter registration card!

Go Obama!