Friday Fun: Masculine or Feminine?

Your result for The Bem Sex Role Inventory Test…


You scored high on both masculinity and femininity. You have a strong personality exhibiting characteristics of both traditional sex roles.

Take The Bem Sex Role Inventory Test at HelloQuizzy


(To be totally fair and completely honest, I totally stole this from Vesta44 at Big Fat Delicious.)


What the hell. Y’all KNOW I like memes. :)

A.) Go to
B.) Enter the year you graduated from high school in the search function and get the list of 100 most popular songs of that year
C.) Bold the songs you like, strike through the ones you hate and underline your favorite. Do nothing to the ones you don’t remember (or don’t care about)

1. The Sign, Ace Of Base
2. I Swear, All-4-One
3. I’ll Make Love To You, Boyz II Men
4. The Power Of Love, Celine Dion

5. Hero, Mariah Carey
6. Stay (I Missed You), Lisa Loeb and Nine Stories
7. Breathe Again, Toni Braxton
8. All For Love, Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart and Sting
9. All That She Wants, Ace Of Base
10. Don’t Turn Around, Ace Of Base

11. Bump N’ Grind, R. Kelly
12. Again, Janet Jackson
13. I’ll Remember, Madonna
14. Whatta Man, Salt-N-Pepa
15. Wild Night, John Mellencamp and Me’shell Ndegeocello
16. Without You/Never Forget You, Mariah Carey
17. You Mean The World To Me, Toni Braxton
18. Can You Feel The Love Tonight, Elton John
19. The Most Beautiful Girl In The World, Prince Symbol
20. Fantastic Voyage, Coolio
21. Baby I Love Your Way, Big Mountain
22. Regulate, Warren G and Nate Dogg
23. If You Go, Jon Secada
24. Back and Forth, Aaliyah
25. Now And Forever, Richard Marx

26. When Can I See You, Babyface
27. Please Forgive Me, Bryan Adams
28. So Much In Love, All-4-One
29. Shoop, Salt-N-Pepa
30. Any Time, Any Place/And On And On, Janet Jackson
31. Shine, Collective Soul
32. Said I Loved You…But I Lied, Michael Bolton
33. Return To Innocence, Enigma
34. All I Wanna Do, Sheryl Crow
35. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm, Crash Test Dummies

36. Can We Talk, Tevin Campbell
37. Funkdafied, Da Brat
38. I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That), Meat Loaf

39. Gangsta Lean, Drs
40. Because The Night, 10,000 Maniacs
41. Cantaloop, US3
42. Whoomp! (There It Is), Tag Team
43. Come To My Window, Melissa Etheridge

44. Stroke You Up, Changing Faces
45. I’m Ready, Tevin Campbell
46. 100% Pure Love, Crystal Waters
47. Anytime You Need A Friend, Mariah Carey
48. Because Of Love, Janet Jackson
49. Linger, Cranberries
50. Loser, Beck
51. Found Out About You, Gin Blossoms

52. Gin And Juice, Snoop Doggy Dogg
53. Never Lie, Immature
54. Streets Of Philadelphia, Bruce Springsteen
55. Getto Jam, Domino
56. Endless Love, Luther Vandross and Mariah Carey
57. I Miss You w/ Aaron Hall
58. Understanding, Xscape
59. This D.J., Warren G
60. Cry For You, Jodeci
61. Keep Ya Head Up, 2Pac
62. Who Am I (What’s My Name?), Snoop Doggy Dogg
63. Another Night, Real McCoy
64. Your Body’s Callin’, R. Kelly
65. Tootsee Roll, 69 Boyz
66. I Can See Clearly Now, Jimmy Cliff
67. Never Keeping Secrets, Babyface
68. Crazy, Aerosmith
69. Just Kickin’ It, Xscape
70. At Your Best (You Are Love), Aaliyah
71. Rock And Roll Dreams Come Through, Meat Loaf
72 Amazing, Aerosmith
73. Always, Erasure

74. Groove Thang, Zhane
75. Dreams, Gabrielle
76. Mr. Vain, Culture Beat
77. Mary Jane’s Last Dance, Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
78. Anything, SWV
79. Beautiful In My Eyes, Joshua Kadison
80. Stay, Eternal
81. Flava In Ya Ear, Craig Mack
82. U.N.I.T.Y., Queen Latifah
83. Prayer For The Dying, Seal
84. Secret, Madonna
85. Here Comes The Hotstepper, Ini Kamoze
86. Everyday, Phil Collins
87. Don’t Take The Girl, Tim McGraw
88. Got Me Waiting, Heavy D and The Boyz
89. December 1963 (Oh, What A Night), Four Seasons
90. Indian Outlaw, Tim McGraw
91. Always, Bon Jovi
92. I’m The Only One, Melissa Etheridge

93. Back In The Day, Ahmad
94. Love Sneakin’ Up On You, Bonnie Raitt
95. I’ll Take You There, General Public
96. Always In My Heart, Tevin Campbell
97. What Is Love, Haddaway
98. And Our Feelings, Babyface
99. Bop Gun (One Nation), Ice Cube
100. I Wanna Be Down, Brandy

Most of the ones I left alone, I’m not even sure if I heard, let alone liked/disliked them.  I was very into “alternative” music at the time, so although I bolded quite a bit of this list, it wasn’t even the majority of what I was into back then.

But now I’ve got “Please Forgive Me” stuck in my head.  Dammit.

Huh. Apparently I’m a Socialist.

That would explain why I’m so comfortable here in the UK.

You are a
Social Liberal
(76% permissive)

and an…

Economic Liberal
(15% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also : The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

H/T to Big Fat Dynamo.

Bad American

A little-known factoid about me: I’ve never voted.  Never, as in not once in my entire life.

Now this didn’t start out as an intentional thing.  I turned 18 at the very end of 1993.  Clinton had just been elected the previous year, so there wasn’t going to be another election until 1996.

But in 1996, I was homeless, living in a homeless shelter in Joliet.  Because I had no “fixed address,” I couldn’t register to vote.  Simple.

By the time the next election came along in 2000, I simply hadn’t gotten my registration information back in time to vote.  Not that it would have mattered anyway; that election was rigged to begin with.

By 2004, we were already living in the UK.  And while it was possible for me to get a mail-in ballot out here, I didn’t see the point.  I didn’t want either of the candidates to win, so I was fucked either way.

And here we are again.  Another election, and another year when I’m not going to bother going through the trouble of voting.  For one thing, the election in 2000 proved to me that my vote doesn’t really count anyway.  If the individual’s vote really counted, then we would have had a President Gore.  (And personally, I think the U.S. would have been a hell of a lot better off if we had.)

For another, I’m back in the position of not wanting either side to win.  Had Hillary gotten the democratic nomination, I honestly would have considered going through the trouble of getting a mail-in ballot.  But she didn’t, and now I’m stuck contemplating two candidates that I would never, in a million years, choose to run a country.  This, for a lot of little individual reasons.  McCain I honestly just don’t like, period.  Everything about him rubs me the wrong way.  Obama because while I agree with some of the things he’s come out with, the things I disagree on are too important to me to compromise on (Obama: addressing the “role” of “obesity” in healthcare??  RED FLAG!!!).

And I know that some people would say that my deliberately NOT voting automatically makes me a “bad” American.


Why is exercising my right to choose considered bad?  I could understand if there was one candidate that I really wanted to elect and I didn’t vote (assuming my vote actually counted for something).  That wouldn’t just be bad, that would be downright stupid.

But when I KNOW that, no matter who gets elected, it’s going to make me more determined never to go back and live in my home country, the country of my birth, the country that so much of my heart still lives in, then why would I spend my time and energy to vote for one of these people?  If you were in prison and you got to choose the warden, wouldn’t you choose one that made your life a little bit easier, happier, better?

But it doesn’t really matter whether I vote or not.  America isn’t the democracy it’s fooled itself to believe it is.  It’s a Republic – a government having a chief of state who is not a monarch and who in modern times is usually a president (taken from here).  The fact is, it’s the upper class that holds all the power, and we’re placated with our “right” to vote.  Don’t believe me?  Go learn how the electoral college is set up, and then get back to me.

So if my choosing not to vote makes me a Bad American, so be it.  Honestly?  I’d rather be a Bad American than a hypocrite any day.  Voting for someone whom I truly don’t wish to be elected would, in fact, make me a hypocrite.

(I should credit Vesta44 and Big Fat Dynamo for inspiring this post.  It was after reading theirs that I got to thinking.  Dangerous, I know.  😉 )

Holy crap, Batman! I got tagged!

I didn’t even realized I’d gotten tagged until I followed the link from Nudemuse’s post (cuz she got tagged, too).  Sorry, Boobs I Has Dem!  I don’t know why the link didn’t show up on my dashboard!

So here we go:

What are five things you’ve said or done in the past twelve months that you’re most proud of?

1.  Finally finding my way on the road to self-acceptance. Having started therapy at the age of 8 and going continuously for 10 years, as well as many intermittent periods of therapy after that, this is a big deal to me.  All those years of therapy did absolutely nothing for me.  Less than a year with FA?  Has made such a huge difference that there aren’t even enough words in the English language to describe it.

2.  Learning to dress myself. I know that sounds odd, especially coming from a 32-year-old woman, but I had hidden myself away in my clothes for so long that I honestly did not know what kinds of things would look good on me and what wouldn’t.  I’ve come full circle, wearing things that I NEVER, IN A MILLION YEARS thought I could pull off.  And I look GOOD.  I’m by no means an expert, but the progress I’ve made is amazing.

3.  As Joy so wonderfully put it, I stopped letting the tiny little minds get me down. There was a point where I seriously considered deleting my blog because of the troll comments.  To be quite honest, they really got to me at first.  But then Hubby brought up a good point.

“So you’re going to let some anonymous assholes undo all the hard work you’ve done over the last few months?”

Short answer: NO!  Longer answer: My ingrained belligerence came in handy.  I simply stuck my heels in and REFUSED to ALLOW them to upset me.  Now, if a troll comment does seem to bother me, I’m more bothered by the blatant stupidity the troll reveals than anything.  Stupidity is my biggest pet peeve, so it’s not a surprise that troll stupidity would bother me.  (I do distinguish between ignorance and stupidity.  An ignorant person can be taught.  Stupid people are hopeless.)  Most of the time?  They’re just ridiculous.

4.  I spoke up to my chosen family* about my views on FA and fat in general. I posted about it here.  Honestly, I was a little scared to say anything, but I was too drunk at the time to care.  But now that I’ve said it, I’m glad I did.  My chosen family did not look at me like I’d grown a second head or gone crazy or anything like I had feared.  As a matter of fact, one person verbally agreed with me.  I hope I’ve given them something to think about.  If nothing else, I hope I’ve given them a seed with which to grow a better sense of self-worth.

5.  Through loving myself, I have built a better relationship with my husband than I ever thought I could have. This is another thing I’ve blogged about, here.  I’ve gone from thinking I needed an action plan for WHEN we got divorced (I had seriously come to the point where I felt it was a foregone conclusion) to thinking I was an idiot for thinking that way in the first place.

Wow.  That was actually really hard to do.  I had to save this as a draft for a couple of days in order to get through it all.  I’m glad I did, though; it was definitely worth it.  🙂

* – When I say “chosen family,” I’m referring to my best friend’s family.  I believe I’ve mentioned it before, but they have completely absorbed me into their family, to the point that I’m being invited to birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, etc., not just in my best friend’s immediate family (kids, grandkids, etc.), but in her extended family as well (sisters, nieces, nephews, the lot).  There is only ONE person in her ENTIRE family that doesn’t like me, and I don’t care, ‘cuz nobody likes HER, either!

Stephen Fry, HIV, and Bipolar Disorder

Stephen Fry

Stephen Fry

I would like to preface this by saying that I realize that some of this may not be “news” to some people. I purposely stay away from the news as much as possible. Honestly? It’s because I’m depressed enough as it is and I don’t need more to bring me down. So I would have absolutely no idea if some of the things that shocked me have been reported by the media. Please keep that in mind as you read.

I have to admit I have a thing for Stephen Fry. Not only is he ridiculously intelligent, but he’s funny, and handsome* to boot. I admit I was more than a little disappointed when I realized he was gay (honestly, I thought he was just stereotypically British, not gay). I’ve been working on a crochet project and I prefer to have some sort of “background noise” – television, a movie, that sort of thing. So I’ve been periodically sitting here at the computer desk, playing YouTube vids. Eventually I surfed my way into some Stephen Fry territory, and found the documentaries he made on HIV and Bipolar Disorder.

I missed these when they were originally aired.  I don’t watch all that much television any more, and what little I DO watch is rarely, if ever, BBC.  Had I known about these at the time, I probably would have wanted to watch them, though.

Stephen Fry: HIV and Me

I originally thought that the HIV documentaries (part one and part two) were just going to be about his experiences with HIV as a gay man.  Because of course, a person’s life experiences are going to color their view of any major event.  A gay man’s experience of HIV is going to be different than a mother’s, etcetera.  What I saw shocked me.

  • The levels of infection in Britain have risen by something like 400% in the last ten years.  (I could be remembering wrong, but I’m pretty sure that’s what Fry said in the documentary.)  There are more people with HIV living in Britain than there were 10 years ago.
  • A large percentage of the population are having unprotected, risky sex – gay, straight, and everything in between.  Fry went out to the bars and clubs in one particular city and found that the majority of women would ask that their partner wear a condom, but most of the men would refuse, even when asked.
  • There are large numbers of young gay men purposely going to sex parties to become infected.  They call it “the Gift“.  (See another good clip about it here.)  One interviewee goes into great detail, explaining how these parties work.  I try my hardest not to be judgemental as a rule, but I have to admit that hearing about these parties made my stomach turn.  Not from the thought of gay sex; from the perspective of why in the hell would somebody want to go out and get themselves infected with HIV ON PURPOSE??? While science and medicine have made it easier to live with, and not such a quickly killing disease, HIV is still deadly.  Why would you want to subject yourself to that?  If you’ve got a death wish, there are other, quicker, and less painful ways of killing yourself!
  • There are African goverments that won’t allow certain types of medications for HIV/Aids because they actually don’t believe that Aids is caused by HIV.  They have huge numbers (one statistic I remember hearing was 300,000+ deaths in one year attributed to Aids alone) of people dying from this disease, people who could live longer, healthier lives if given these medications, and they’re being denied them by their own governments.
  • Also, because some parts of Africa are very Catholic, promoting the use of condoms to help prevent the spread of Aids is actually seen as taboo; abstinence only.  There is one interviewee that has made it his mission in life to educate his people about the truth of Aids and to try to help prevent the spread.  So he took it upon himself to start distributing free condoms to the men in the area.  Because of The Church, he is only allowed to distribute a fraction of what he was handing out just a few years ago.
  • While the panic surrounding Aids might have died down a little bit, the numbers are ever-increasing.  People are constantly putting themselves at risk, thinking it could never happen to them.  Society has become complacent with the idea of Aids and is reaping terrible consequences.
  • I wasn’t alone in mistakenly thinking that the Aids epidemic was getting better.  Because these things aren’t reported as often as they were 10, 20 years ago, people are coming to the assumption that things are better.  When that’s the farthest thing from the truth.
  • There is still a social stigma surrounding Aids, and some of the fallacies that took root 20 years ago are still being spread as fact.  There’s a part about a 60-something-year-old woman who is very vocal about her status and has been harassed several times because of it.  Fry says in the documentary that he would have thought that being open about one’s HIV status would garner sympathy and kindness, not hatred.  So would I.  But apparently we were both wrong.

I’m still reeling in a state of shock over the HIV & Me documentaries.  Some parts made me sad, some parts made me angry, and some parts just made me sick to my stomach.  But I honestly think that this is something everybody should watch.  It’s illuminating, if nothing else.  And I think it’s something people should talk about more.  Because we’ve stopped talking about it, we’ve fooled ourselves into thinking it’s something that’s going away.  It’s not; and it’s not going to until we are honest with ourselves.

The Secret Life of a Manic Depressive

The first time I had an inkling that Stephen Fry had Bipolar Disorder was when I had gone to a doctor’s appointment.  While giving my name to the receptionist, I noticed a little pamphlet on Bipolar Disorder and there was a picture of Stephen Fry on the front of it.  I took one to look at as I waited, and it was one of those “don’t be ashamed!  See your doctor if you think something’s wrong!” kind of things.  Nowhere on there did it actually say that Stephen Fry had Bipolar Disorder, but I thought, “why would they plaster his picture on here if he didn’t have it?”

Then I heard about The Secret Life of a Manic Depressive (see them here and here).  I had missed them when they were originally aired, and I couldn’t seem to find a copy on DVD.  On top of that, we couldn’t find a copy to download.  So I was pleasantly surprised to find it on YouTube, in its entirety no less.

As a Manic Depressive myself, I was quite interested to see what Fry had to say on the subject.  And I was shocked to find out how many celebrities there are that have some sort of “mental illness”.  I was disappointed to see that they never mentioned the link between Bipolar Disorder and brain chemicals.  When I was diagnosed, my doctor explained to me that my Bipolar was caused by a chemical imbalance in my brain; the medication would help with that (and it did, I admit).  I “manage” it all right on my own, but I have to admit that the medication really did help.  I no longer take medication for one basic reason: side effects.  I am naturally the kind of person with little to no energy, and every drug I’ve tried so far would make me even more tired.  With the exception of Prozac; that made me LITERALLY bounce off the walls.

What surprised me was the amount of fear attached to the condition – on the part of the sufferers.  A lot of us fear being seen as a “loon”, to the point of avoiding treatment.  Which, as you can imagine, makes things worse, not better.

It made me realize something, though: while there’s no doubt that I AM a Manic Depressive (/have Bipolar Disorder), I definitely have a “milder” case of it than some people do.  My manic episodes were never as dramatic as what some of the people on there have described.  However, for ME they WERE definitely Manic.

I was a little surprised to hear the one doctor say that going off Lithium (which is the first drug I was ever on) could be disastrous.  Other than the fact that my mood swings came back, I can’t say that my depression was any worse than it would have been had I never had treatment.  And it just so happens that that particular period in my life also happened to be one of the most difficult (I became homeless; had to live in a homeless shelter [just like the ones you see portrayed on television], Number One Daughter became very ill [croup], I met and became engaged to The Little Helper’s sperm donor, and he turned out to be an addict AND abusive).  So you would think that I would have become immobilizingly depressed during that time.  I didn’t.  I can’t say that I was happy, but it felt just like every other depression I’d suffered through before.

And I’m kind of in a quandry about this question surrounding diagnosing children and teenagers with the condition.  On the one hand, I have my own experience: I was diagnosed at 15, and it was the best thing that could have happened to me.  I finally had an answer to WHY I was different, and was given tools to help me deal with it.  On the other hand, I have absolutely NO DOUBT that there are scores of children being misdiagnosed, or diagnosed without REAL cause.  So I can’t really say where I stand on that issue, because I really don’t know myself.  I can vividly see both sides of the argument, and they’re both valid.

I’m a jumble of emotions after watching these.  On the one hand, I’m infinitely grateful that these documentaries were made.  They NEEDED to be made, and now that I’ve seen them, I can’t think of a better person than Stephen Fry to do them.  He approaches the subject with respect and compassion without ever hiding the fact that he wants to learn.  On the other, I’ve seen some things that have shocked and disgusted me.  But the more I think about it, the more I think it’s a small price to pay.

* – Stephen Fry is EXACTLY the kind of man that makes my head turn.  As a matter of fact, he reminds me of my high school sweetheart, and I’ve ALWAYS thought he was good looking.

Movie Meme

I’m totally stealing this from several people on the Fat Liberation feed (see sidebar to the right).  I’ve had so much fun reading others’ quote choices and trying to guess, I just couldn’t NOT steal it.  😉

1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.
5. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.


XXX1: Ow! It bit me!
XXX2: What’d you expect fairies to do?
XXX1: I thought they did nice things, like… like granting wishes.
XXX2: Shows what *you* know, don’t it?

Amanda got this one!  It’s Labyrinth.


Suddenly I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. You heard me rapping, right?

Congratulations, ladykuri! You got it!  It’s The Crow.


XXX1: My mom had to get a restraining order against my stepdad. He has emotional problems.
XXX2: Oh, I have those too! What kind of emotional problems does your dad have?
XXX1: He stabbed my mom four times in the chest.
XXX2: Oh.

Devi got it!  It’s Donnie Darko.


Becky! Come here. Somethin’ I ought to tell you. Guess now’s as good a time as any. You’re going to have every young buck west of the Missouri around here tryin’ to marry you – mostly because you’re a handsome filly, but partly because I own everything in this country from here to there. They’ll think you’re going to inherit it. Well, you’re not. I’m going to leave most of it to, well, to the nation really, for a park where no lumbermen’ll cut down all the trees for houses with leaky roofs. Nobody’ll kill all the beaver for hats for dudes nor murder the buffalo for robes. What I’m going to give you is a 500 cow spread on the Upper Green River. Now that may not seem like much, but it’s more than we had, your mother and I. Some folks are gonna say I’m doin’ all this so I can sit up in the hereafter and look down on a park named after me, or that I was disappointed in you – didn’t want you to get all that money. But the real reason, Becky, is because I love you, and I want you and some young man to have what I had, because all the gold in the United States Treasury and all the harp music in heaven can’t equal what happens between a man and a woman with all that growin’ together. I can’t explain it any better than that.

Hey, MizH, you got it!  This is another one I didn’t think people would get.  It’s McLintock – the one and only John Wayne movie that I actually like (that I’ve seen; I don’t think I’ve seen ALL of them, but a lot of them, yeah.)


You wouldn’t want to have children with three heads, would you? I mean, you wouldn’t want to set up housekeeping in a padded cell. Oh, it would be bad.

Oooh, Karin, you’re good!  I wasn’t sure ANYBODY was going to get this one!  It’s Arsenic and Old Lace – my all-time favorite Cary Grant movie.  🙂


Components. American components, Russian Components, ALL MADE IN TAIWAN!

Yes, PK Tech Girl, it’s Armageddon! 🙂  (Actually, this is my absolute favorite line from the entire movie! Heehee)


Y’all got on this boat for different reasons, but y’all come to the same place. So now I’m asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything, I know this – they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, ten? They’ll swing back to the belief that they can make people… better. And I do not hold to that. So no more runnin’. I aim to misbehave.

Amanda got this one, too!  Serenity (God, I love this movie!)


XXX1: Jesus didn’t have any brothers or sisters. Mary was a virgin.
XXX2: Mary gave birth to CHRIST without having known a man’s touch, that’s true. But she did have a husband. And do you really think he’d have stayed married to her all those years if he wasn’t getting laid? The nature of God and the Virgin Mary, those are leaps of faith. But to believe a married couple never got down? Well, that’s just plain gullibility.

The Bald Soprano got it!  It’s Dogma.


Well, it’s good to see you’ve got your priorities in order. You care about a $75 bottle of wine, but you don’t give a fuck about killing a nine year old boy.

Karin got it!  It’s Mercury Rising.


Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll take a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ’cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, “Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area” ’cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number got called, ’cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ’cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin’ play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s got to walk to the fuckin’ job interviews, which sucks ’cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’, ’cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. I figure fuck it, while I’m at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

And The Bald Soprano does it again!  Good Will Hunting


I’d like to share a revelation that I’ve had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you’re not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You’re a plague and we are the cure.

And Amanda does it again!  The Matrix.


Men are rats, listen to me, they’re fleas on rats, worse than that, they’re amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they’re too low for even the dogs to bite. The only man a girl can depend on is a daddy.

Elisabeth gets the prize!  It’s Grease.


If there’s something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsibility to take action.

Well, it’s only taken 8 days since I first posted this, but FINALLY somebody got this one.  thegirlfrommarz got it, it’s National Treasure.  I like it, and I don’t care what you say.  😛


From my mother I inherited a love of language and an appreciation of nature. She could turn a walk around the island into a voyage of purest discovery. As a child, I thought she was the most extraordinary woman on earth. I wasn’t the first son to be wrong about his mother.

Pyewacket got it!  It’s The Prince of Tides.


XXX1: What’s the challenge, then?
XXX2: Rescue the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy, save the world.

Aaaaaaand Karin does it again!  It’s The Mummy (oh, how I drool for Brendan Frasier!)