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Looks like I'd better get crack-a-lackin' on building this years displays.  Eeek!

You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage.  In high school, you were probably that kid who wore all black and who sat alone in a corner of the lunch room, drawing pictures of dead babies.  You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself, like all of the bodies in your backyard.  Combine these traits with your dislike of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage.  Most likely, you also have low self-esteem.  Hell, I get low self-esteem just looking at you.  This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn't care if you died as a result.  Granted, you probably haven't gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there.  All you need is for someone to push you over the edge, calling you names and belittling you.  Like me.  But don't shoot me.  I have a 101 mile-long knife, you know.  In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional.  No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak!

To put it less negatively:

1.  You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.

2.  You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.

3.  You are more BRUTAL than gentle.

4.  You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.

Compatibility:

Your exact opposite is the Televangelist.

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Smartass, and the Sociopath.

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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way.  For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.  Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.

The other personality types:

The Emo Kid:  Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Starving Artist:  Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Bitch-Slap:  Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Brute:  Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hippie:  Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Televangelist:  Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Schoolyard Bully:  Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Class Clown:  Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Robot:  Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Haughty Intellectual:  Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Spiteful Loner:  Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Sociopath:  Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hand-Raiser:  Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Braggart:  Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Capitalist Pig:  Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Smartass:  Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

Be sure to take my Sublime Philosophical Crap Test if you are interested in taking a slightly more intellectual test that has just as many insane ramblings as this one does!

About Saint_Gasoline

I am a self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual who loves dashes.  I enjoy science, philosophy, and fart jokes and water balloons, not necessarily in that order.  I spend 95% of my time online, and the other 5% of my time in the bathroom, longing to get back on the computer.  If, God forbid, you somehow find me amusing instead of crass and annoying, be sure to check out my blog and my webcomic at SaintGasoline.com.

 

 

The place we where fish is kind of funny. It's a 1/4 mile pier, which means blood, guts and the smell of caviar in places, because caviar tastes like the smell of dead fish, attached to a $$$ restaurant. That promotes signs like this....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a couple of hours, the sky started to turn black on the other side of the bay.

 

 

 I thought maybe we should start packing up but DeWitte was determined to stay. He was really busy and didn't want to leave.

 

 

We got off the pier just as the rain came down so hard it made you wish you had an ark. The only thing we caught all day was this...

I don't think I'll ever cease to be amazed at the number of lightbulbs we go through at our house.  If you ever have a friend who is moving into a new house and you are thinking about a moving-in type of gift - think lightbulbs.  Bulk packs of 60 and 100 watt are always good.  Of course, now everything is going green with those little twirly ones that look cute and offer the possibility of extinction if one of them breaks and spills mercury all over your house.  "Hey, did something just go in my ear?"  Some of them are a bit pricey.

When we redid the kitchen, we put in a tract lighting system.  It is pretty cool, well, fiery hot actually - it has seven 50 watt halogen bulbs that you can aim at various work centers in the kitchen.  So the stove, sink, fridge and coffee pot all get special attention - like they are in the big show.  That's fine until one of them burns out.  I'd say we've been through roughly 15 bulbs since last August.  15 at 3 per pack and $14 per pack works out to $70.  Another two packs and we will surpass the price of the tract system.  I assume that the company that manufactures the fixture ALSO owns stock in the company that makes the bulbs.  (If you own a Wii, this is exactly the same synergistic relationship that Nintento has with Eveready.)

I'm still surprised, as I probably should not be at this point, with the number of bulbs we go through and the timing of them burning out.  If the light pointing at the sink burns out, I replace it and within a day, the light pointing at the coffee pot goes out.  If the light in the living room ceiling fan burns out, I replace it and then the one next to it goes out.  Now it doesn't happen all the time - I'm not walking from room to room with my ladder and waiting.  It only seems like that.  I've switched to the new compact florescent bulbs where possible and they promise 11 years between changes.  Ahh - 11 years.  I can be blogging or something during all that free time that I'll have - but wait!  I put two into the fixture in the living room and within a week, one of them was out.  Dang - maybe it was a dud.  At closer look, however, I found out it was the fixture itself that had failed.  The bulbs will now out live the fixtures.

I had a few strings of those Christmas tree white lights on the bushes in the front yard.  Originally, it was a Christmas decoration but then I left them on all year and they looked pretty nice, that is until they started going out.  I could have gone through each and every bulb to see which one it was but instead I opted to just throw another complete strand overtop of those.  Long story short, when the last one went out I pulled out about 300 feet of old wires from the bushes and I have yet to replace them. 

My newest enemy is the photocell switch that is supposed to turn the outside lights on at dusk and off four hours later.  I came home for lunch and all the outside lights were on.  I can usually tell this because I can hear the electrical meter spinning out of control.  I checked the switch and it looks fine - I mean, it looks like a switch, it just doesn't work anymore.  I'd turn off the power going to the outside outlet but unfortunately due a twist of fate I used the same outside outlet for the pond pump so I'm going to have to get a new switch.

I think my next investment is a pair of coveralls that says "Maintenance" on the back.

3.Flip-flops.

(great cartoon from Slap Upside the Head).

Ok, peeps. I know that this will offend a lot of you, who are devoted to your flip flops. But personally, I don't think flip flops--no matter how cute, fancy (sequined??) or expensive ($300 Chanel flip flops???)--should be worn anywhere other than the beach, the pool or the spa. Flip-flops at work? Ugh. Flip flops with dress pants? Double Ugh. Men in flip flops? That just makes me throw up in my mouth every time I see it.


4.Platform sandals.


I don't care how much you paid for them. I still think they look trashy.


5.Hollister/Abercrombie t-shirts


Listen up, kids: they should be paying YOU to wear their store name emblazoned in such a huge font on your chest. I mean, it's not even a graphic logo, like the little crocodile or polo player. It's the WHOLE STORE NAME.