What Supervillian Would I Be?

Your result for The Supervillain Archetype Test...

The Professional

Cool, Levelheaded, Lethal

The Professional is the most dangerous of all villains. You do what you do better than anyone, because, as a Professional, you have standards.

The Professional is like the Crook in that they both desire money. But the Professional wants more than that. The Professional wants job satisfaction. It isn't sadism really, he just wants to be sure that the job is done, and done well. No hard feelings, it's just business. Professionals prefer to work alone, but will work in groups if given incentive.

The greatest weakness of a Professional is risk. A Professional is business-like, but can't resist a challenge. They often use the word "worthy opponent". People like that are easily baited. And if a Professional is eventually cornered (not easy to do), they might lose it.

Sample Professionals: Deathstroke, Bullseye, Revanche

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I Have Medaled in the Ravelympics!

Sinkhole Update #2

Situation has been elevated, as you can see from this picture from Sunday afternoon. There are 9 sawhorses blanketing the area. I was somewhat surprised that Keifer Sutherland wasn't shouting into a cell phone next to them.

I'm a Model, You Know What I Mean

I'm wondering how many ladies besides me, because there must be someone besides me, have a few tasty adult beverages or just feel especially sassy and find themselves doing the catwalk-walk? When I was a little girl, my womanly role model was Jennifer on "WKRP In Cincinatti". I tried to model her walk, putting one foot precisely in front of the other, as if I was walking a tight rope. That's difficult to do in sand, as the AB pointed out to me in Sydney, but I digress. So I'm walking home this evening from the el after having enjoyed a few glasses of wine, and I notice that unconsciously, I'm doing the catwalk. Hips swaying, shoulders squared, chin up. I swear at those moments I'm all "I'm so sexy, Cary Grant should be around here somewhere spilling a martini, because he's mesmerized by my sex appeal." Some guy should ride his bike into a construction cone, because he can't take his eyes off me.

This is balanced out by the unsexiness of sitting on my stoop fishing for my keys in my cavernous bag. But really, that only shows how deep I am. The depths, the complexity...no wonder E-Harmony couldn't handle my Ice Queen-ness.

What have I been doing all this time?

A month passes...

My 2 readers will be fascinated to learn that I am knitting a baby blanket for my rep's first baby, due next month. Organic cotton. Good for the environment, and PC-upscale enough for sales people. And I have been knitting it IN PUBLIC. Yes, my 2 friends, I have knit at the bus stop, on the bus, in the subway station and on the brown line. No one has yet asked me what the hell I'm doing - but I'm also plugged into my ipod, so I might not hear the cretin. I haven't noticed any funny looks, and I've been prepared for them. Positives about knitting on and (mostly) while waiting for the CTA: no one bugs me, I have pointy objects literally in hand should I be thrust into close combat, frustration with stupid red line is lower, and I got several inches of blanket done in the 2 1/2 hours it took me to get home last night, which otherwise would have been lost.

Also, the red line makes me hate the Cubs. Add more damn trains before night games for the love of all that is good and holy!

Today's Temperature

Jazz Hands!

more cat pictures

I am ready for some football!

Today we're talking a little football. I just learned that Michael "The Burner" Turner, NIU grad, went free agent and left San Diego for Atlanta. I am a Packer's fan and a Northern Illinois Huskies' fan. Last year I rooted for SD just because of Michael Turner. I told Midnight I don't think I can cheer for Atlanta, though. If only he'd gone to Green Bay... Oooh, that would be sweet!

I have been informed, however, that choosing Atlanta is a testament to Turner's commitment to the game. Post Vick, new coach, new 1st round draft QB, and no Algee Crumpler and DeAngelo Hall. Okay, I am appeased. Still would like him on MY team.

When You Care Enough to Hit Send

Shout out to someecards.com. We are amused.

The Ice Queen is not liking the "Burrito Lady" radio commercial, nor is she amused by "I can ride my bike with no handlebars." Well you can, can you? Good for you. Go see how that works on Lake Shore Drive and stop singing it at me, dammit.

Now let's talk about Terms of Endearment. Not the Meryl Streep movie, those words you say in place of first names. I am wont to use one now and again with people with whom I am very close. Usually a "honey" or "sweetie" in a very slightly Southern-ish fashion that I sometimes adopt. Occasionally a "babe". I'm wondering how many people use ToE's today and which ones. (I'm not counting "bitch" and "ho".)

Mr. Triathlete called me "honeybunny," and while I'm 100% sure he was sarcastic, I don't know what his point was. (Thus is the nature of texting.) I instantly thought of Pulp Fiction - Amanda Plummer freaking out on top of the table while Samuel L. Jackson pointed a gun at her boyfriend. "Honeybunny" will not be happening - but props for creativity.

Iron Man

I saw it Friday night. Enjoyed it. I like Robert Downey, Jr.'s acting. I maintain that there was no chemistry between him and Gwenyth Paltrow and the almost kissing scene (which looked pretty embarrassing, I have to say) was unbuyable. I have been informed that there isn't supposed to be chemistry between Tony Stark and Pepper Potts (btw, what brainiac came up with that name?), because they can never be together since he's an irresponsible playboy, and she's the glue holding his world together. Which also wasn't quite so obvious to me - the glue part, that is. He seemed capable to me. He was never going to have his one night stand's suit dry cleaned, but he could have. That's apparently just Pepper's job. Man, how I would hate her job.

The other Iron Man, you know, the triathalon? I know someone who did one. (Edit 5-6: Okay, it was "just" a triathalon, not the Iron Man. And I'm not freaked out so much today. Still worried if I go biking with dude, I'm going to fall over after 6 blocks and skin my knee.) It's freaking me out! If there was an Iron Man for couch sitting, chips and salsa eating and napping, I could qualify. I'm hanging out with a triathalete, and I thought I was going to pass out running a block and a half for my bus one day last week. Crap. I'm gonna have to exercise.

Sinkhole Update

I present to you: the new and improved sinkhole. The sister of Ice Queen declares, "That should fix it! Another engineering triumph!"

I wonder if the city's $35M pothole/sinkhole outsourcing will include this one. Oh, and this morning, I saw 5 Dept of Transportation orange clad workers about to embark on repainting white lines on my street. The white line painting apparatus isn't that big. Looks like a 2 person job to me; 1 person to push the thing, and 1 person to make sure that person doesn't run into a car. So, what were the other 3 guys there for?

Lip Balm

I may think too much about lip balm, because last night I dreamed I was waiting in line with my sister for some restaurant, and there were shelves and bins for impulse purchasing before the host stand, and I almost bought some lip balm with spf 15 for $1.99. Came in a pretty blue and white tube. I dream in color - cool!

I do love lip balm. My current tube of choice is Desert Essence Lip Rescue with Shea Butter from Whole Foods. 'Cause I'm all high brow like that. This stuff would be perfect if it had spf. It's made in the USA, cruelty free and biodegradable. Win, win and win!

COMPLETELY unrelated: Trish's favorite Spanish word of the week is....

pingüino

This guy to the left got a wetsuit, because he's balding. Article at http://www.dailypress.com/news/local/newsletter/dp-pierrepenguinwetsuit,0,4171958.story

Today, I am a good citizen.

This is the sinkhole just south of Trader Joe's that I reported to 311.

Not as exciting as the sinkhole that ate the tree and car this past winter.

I wonder how much poking I'd have to do before that chunk of street fell into whatever there is underneath?

Coors - Mighty Wingman

I didn't get or appreciate the purpose of the wingman before this commercial. Thanks, Coors.




Read "The Wingman Revealed!" here: http://datinghades.blogspot.com/

Walker, Texas Ranger

Keeping me company whilst writing a paper last night: Chuck Norris. This show is great background noise.

However. Overlooking the fact that it's Chuck Norris, and all the bad guys are your general "that guy" bad guy of '90's television - why does every one of them fight? Seriously bad guys, you've been cornered by Texas Rangers. Not the football ones, the arresting you ones. Sure, try to evade capture. Throw a conveniently placed wooden crate in their path. But throw punches and martial arty moves at Rangers? Now you've got whatever the heck it is you did wrong plus resisting arrest AND assaulting an officer. Then you've got some bad guy who pulls a knife or a gun. Like Officer Trebeck told you, that's assault with a deadly weapon. Think about the time, bad guys!

I say before doing the crime, think about the time. Put a cap on it. Like if I'm going to a boat, I'm prepared to lose say, $20 on slots and roulette. Before you rob that liquor store, think about how many years you're prepared to do. If throwing a roundhouse at Chuck Norris puts you over the limit, don't DO it.

Good Lord, I have a blog now.

I wouldn't say that I'm easily led, but no, I didn't plan to blog. Thank you, Doc!