I stole this from gird_09
Achtung! You are 23% brainwashworthy, 13% antitolerant, and 14% blindly patriotic
Congratulations! You are not susceptible to brainwashing, your values and cares extend beyond the borders of your own country, and your Blind Patriotism does not reach unhealthy levels. If you had been German in the 30s, you would’ve left the country.
One bad scenario — as I hypothetically project you back in time — is that you just wouldn’t have cared one way or the other about Nazism. Maybe politics don’t interest you enough. But the fact that you took this test means they probably do. I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt.
Did you know that many of the smartest Germans departed prior to the beginning of World War II, because they knew some evil shit was brewing? Brain Drain. Many of them were scientists. It is very possible you could have been one of them.
Conclusion: born and raised in Germany in the early 1930’s, you would not have been a Nazi.
The Would You Have Been A Nazi? Test
– it rules –
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
||You scored higher than 99% on brainwashworthy
||You scored higher than 99% on antitolerant
||You scored higher than 99% on patriotic
I never expected thursday night to turn out like this.
Today was the night of the Casiokids concert. It turned out to be a great concert, although short. The whole show was rather childish with balloons, cake and a hidden dog that they sang a song about. The whole clue about the song was to find the dog that was hidden somewhere in the concert-hall. I almost LOLed and ROTFLMAOed. Haha. Afterwards I talked to some people, of whom I knew two and the others I sort of got to know. One was a female tourist from France, who lived in London. She was nice but only here for four days and I didn’t press the matter of coffee since she seemed to have a packed schedule.
I said my good-byes and intended to pass by Finnegans on the way home. Before that I was hijacked by two girls, one of which I have tutored in some math for economists subject at the university. It was her birthday and she was desperate. So much she confessed. She talked me into going with them to Rick’s and have a beer with her (she drank the beer and I went for the Gin Tonic). She wanted to hit on some guy, I suggested a silly scheme to start a conversation with him but he left before she got the nerve to ask him. Her friend left at some point later with an amazingly bland guy whose lack of charm said more about her lack of self esteem (and desperation) than anything else. Then my friend tried chatting up this other guy but he was too drunk and she didn’t like him. Turned out later she’d never had a one night stand. She was fairly drunk at this point and I decided it would probably be a bad idea for her to go home with any of the people there. We left some time later, picked up some poor excuse for food and she told me her sob story. Everyone has a sob story. Even I. Even you. Then I followed her to the taxi stand and she left for home and I walked home. On the way I found the drunk guy she had chatted with. He was so drunk he didn’t know how to find his hotel. Neither could I. Didn’t recognize the name or the street at the time. Found it now on the internet. He had forgotten half the name of the hotel. Oh well. His problem.
Now to sleep, perchance to dream.
I got backpaid for two months and suddenly got paid a whole lot more than I thought I would, so I’m considering getting one of these:
I’ve actually wanted it for quite a while. I have an itch I cannot scratch unless I use a mac. 😛
Before I went to London, I agreed to look after two of my nieces for a day. My sister lives in Oslo and had counted on my parents being home to look after the kids while she was working in Bergen. As it turned out they were both away but I was home today and could look after them.
Kids are good at snooping around and since I haven’t deleted any SMS-messages since I got the phone (I have around 800+ in my inbox) my phone is an excellent object for snooping around on. They have found some stuff there before but this time I thought I was safe. That was until a message saying something approximately like this appeared in front my face: “Want to fuck. Still having a visit from Auntie Red though.” I had forgotten about that one. I wonder how I can make my electronics niece-proof. Deleting old text-messages is a good start, I guess.
My father then called me from Sweden saying things haven’t gone quite according to plan (I have no clue what his plans are, they probably involved a marching band, lots of beer etc. – it’s his hobby…), his friend was sick with ileus. I said “TARMVRED” in a stupid swedish accent because I know of a noise-project of that name. His response was “Exactly! You know the swedish name for it” and I had to reply that I didn’t actually know, but I assumed based on the name of the noise-project…
So, you can learn things from listening to noise. Not exactly what you may want to know, but anyhow. Things.
It’s a good thing I’m not Jenna Jameson. 😛
I’ve been drinking coffee at the Monmouth Coffee Company each morning here. This morning I chatted with people planning a restaurant start-up in the range of £1.200.000.
Also, I’ve been stealing Jonis’ friends and having a lot of fun with them. Ellen took me to eat dim sum at a fancy place today. Good food makes me happy.
Yesterday, me and Jonis walked down Portobello Road, on the way back we almost got stopped by some salespeople, but by saying “Vi snakker ikke engelsk” they got bewildered enough to let us pass.
Plan for evening: sushi!
UPDATE: Ended up with curry instead.
I’m in London, borrowing jonis‘ computer while he’s vacuuming.
Yesterday, at the airport, I realized that I had forgotten my passport and had to get an emergency passport. I felt extremely stupid, running up to the policeman at the airport, then running back down to cash 1000 NoK and get passport photos, then back up again to get the passport. I’m going to post the photo. I look completely weird because I’m completely hyped up on fear of not catching the plane.
I live at the Royal National. It’s quite a horrible big hotel but you have a feeling there are all kind of weird things going on there. As I’m on the top floor I can hear the wind howling around the corners. It’s only a little bit better than the hotel I lived in once in Singapore on Bencoolen street.
I’ve walked from Russell Square to here. It was really nice. I took my time and stopped at all book stores I found on the way. There are so many book stores here! I’m in book store heaven!