You're Hobbes. (Wow! Tell me more.) First of all, the makers of this quiz would like to congratulate you. (Thank. You. All. So. Much!) You have our seal of approval. (I want more than a seal.) You are kind (Stop now.), intelligent (You're embarrassing me!), loving (Aw...), and good-humoredly practical (That sounds sort of boring.). You're proud of who you are (My mom taught me well!). At the same time, you're tolerant of those who lack your clearsightedness (Um. Maybe. Unless you're totally on my nerves and then watch out! Judo chop!). You're always playful (Yippee!), but never annoying (Puh. Shaw. Never!). For these traits, you are well-loved, and with good cause. (I'm a lucky blue girl.)
During a long conference call today, when we were going over copy I had written, everyone in on the call suddenly discovered that I had ended a sentence with a preposition -- the horror! Hey! Give me more than five minutes and maybe I won't makes those kind of mistakes. Got it? Don't you know I'm well-loved with good cause? And I have an actual seal of approval?! Anyway, after that shocking episode, the call ended and I veered quickly into procrastination mode and clicked over to Shakespeare's Sister to see what was going on in the world. I avoided all heavy subjects and focused in on the quiz, Which Famous Feline Are You?
Boy, I thought to myself, as I tapped my right index finger on my chin, squinting into space, I have always wondered what famous feline I am most like. And now's my chance to find out!
Very good-humoredly, I clicked over to the quiz and answered all the questions. And voila! I discovered once again that I have absolutely no street cred.
None. Notta. Zilcherino.
Would someone with street cred say the word zilcherino? No. Would Hobbes? Probably. Only a playful person would make that word up.
Back in December, I took another Internets quiz that I saw at Shakes' site. How evil are you? I was good. Shakes was evil. And on this famous feline quiz we find out that Shakespeare's Sister is, what she calls, the Hannibal Lecter of famous felines and I -- I am the Mother Theresa of famous felines.
I don't get it. Shakes is no more evil incarnate than I am a do goody gum drop, skipping around in a flowing white dress surrounded by magical ponies, sprinkling fairy dust hither and yon.
So, I thought to myself, as I tapped my right index finger on my chin, squinting into space, how do these Internets' quizzes get us so wrong? I know we're more alike than these quizzes say we are. But, how can I prove it? How? How?!
So, I decided to take another quiz -- again, spotted at Shakes place, Which Mythical Beast Are You?
I clicked over to the quiz and answered all the questions. And voila! Eureka! I found gold in that there quiz! Shakes and I are the exact. same. mythical. beast!
We are both The Gryphon.
We are very powerful without needing to brag about it. (Yeah, we're so powerful!)
Creativity is one of our strong suits. (Except I have a problem with prepositions.)
Our outward personalities may change drastically according to our moods, which is not always a good thing. (I know. I need to work on that. Sniffle. I said I'll work on it. What? You don't think I can change? Shut up! Judo chop!)
We're loyal guardians when we choose to be and we're aligned towards *good*.
See? We're "aligned" towards *good*. Aligned towards it. Not evil -- Not a do goody gum drop either. We are both simply aligned towards something positive.
Now that's an Internets quiz I can live with. Oops.