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Find out which work of art you are most like. When you're done with that, find out which James Bond villain are you most like. Fun little web personality tests.
kinda tired is probably the reasoning behind "Which online personality test are you?", also from blogdex.
posted by mischief at 11:17 AM on December 10, 2001
posted by mischief at 11:17 AM on December 10, 2001
Am I A Kinda Tired Meme Or Not?
posted by barkingmoose at 11:19 AM on December 10, 2001
posted by barkingmoose at 11:19 AM on December 10, 2001
There's kind of a fun interactivity to it which I like, unlike the horrid AYBABTU meme plague some time back. The most obscure one I've found was "What Quake Monster Are You". I seem to have lost the URL, dang it!
posted by zeb vance at 11:28 AM on December 10, 2001
posted by zeb vance at 11:28 AM on December 10, 2001
if you aren't sick of these yet, try a google search for "what kind of" "are you?" quiz
And we can't forget the How (goth/emo/sexy/straight acting/...) are you? variety.
If you don't get tired of these, there are enough that you can do them till you decompose at your desk.
posted by jheiz at 11:36 AM on December 10, 2001
And we can't forget the How (goth/emo/sexy/straight acting/...) are you? variety.
If you don't get tired of these, there are enough that you can do them till you decompose at your desk.
posted by jheiz at 11:36 AM on December 10, 2001
Blah blah blah. I found it funny. I find about half of the online tests funny. I ignore the other half. Hint hint.
Anyway, I'm Scaramanga and The Garden of Earthly Delights, by Bosch. I always liked Scaramanga, but being compared to anything by Bosch is a little spooky to me.
posted by Hildago at 11:46 AM on December 10, 2001
Anyway, I'm Scaramanga and The Garden of Earthly Delights, by Bosch. I always liked Scaramanga, but being compared to anything by Bosch is a little spooky to me.
posted by Hildago at 11:46 AM on December 10, 2001
Er, no offense, but being likened to The Garden of Earthly Delights is a little concerning. Please don't go near my children.
(Mona Lisa for me.. apparently you all appreciate me from afar, but I'm "ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing".)
posted by jheiz at 11:53 AM on December 10, 2001
(Mona Lisa for me.. apparently you all appreciate me from afar, but I'm "ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing".)
posted by jheiz at 11:53 AM on December 10, 2001
"You are Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa."
I am as of this moment officially sick and tired of these things.
posted by ZachsMind at 11:57 AM on December 10, 2001
I am as of this moment officially sick and tired of these things.
posted by ZachsMind at 11:57 AM on December 10, 2001
Would that - now let's see if I can get this ritgh - all personality tests, in their poverty, were as richly satisfying and useful as owillis's antidote. The dog photo alone is worth the trip - that glazed expression is a mirror-site of my own reaction.
Besides, everybody knows self-links are encouraged in comments, so long as they don't come with that abject, irritating "sorry, I know it's a self-link, folks, forgive me ever so much, but I thought it might be pertinent, so don't kill me, hee hee(sorry!)" kind of ass-lickin' goody-goodness...! :)
posted by MiguelCardoso at 12:28 PM on December 10, 2001
Besides, everybody knows self-links are encouraged in comments, so long as they don't come with that abject, irritating "sorry, I know it's a self-link, folks, forgive me ever so much, but I thought it might be pertinent, so don't kill me, hee hee(sorry!)" kind of ass-lickin' goody-goodness...! :)
posted by MiguelCardoso at 12:28 PM on December 10, 2001
Meme, shmeme....lighten up. Think of it as ClickOrNot...the choice is yours.
posted by Sal Amander at 12:34 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by Sal Amander at 12:34 PM on December 10, 2001
"If I were a MetaTalk thread, which thread would I be"
posted by mkn at 12:43 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by mkn at 12:43 PM on December 10, 2001
If I were a horrible affliction, I would be rabies -- take the horrible affliction test at http://shite.squirming.net/afflictiontest/
I know it's tired, but it made me laugh. At work, even.
posted by Badmichelle at 12:49 PM on December 10, 2001
I know it's tired, but it made me laugh. At work, even.
posted by Badmichelle at 12:49 PM on December 10, 2001
Yikes, Hidalgo! We seem to be on the same wavelength...
I too am Scaramanga and The Garden of Earthly Delights, by Bosch.
I felt a little creeped out by the latter as well.
posted by spnx at 1:10 PM on December 10, 2001
I too am Scaramanga and The Garden of Earthly Delights, by Bosch.
I felt a little creeped out by the latter as well.
posted by spnx at 1:10 PM on December 10, 2001
Hey don't get creeped out. It just means you have a triptych personality. Or maybe that you will eternally be punished by having flowers grow out of your butt. No big whoop.
Just imagine if your artwork was Nagel! Or that Kincaid guy with the lights.
I won't take that test, and instead choose to believe I am a velvet painting of a leopard, caught midleap in all his velvety glory.
rrrrroar!
posted by Kafkaesque at 1:12 PM on December 10, 2001
Just imagine if your artwork was Nagel! Or that Kincaid guy with the lights.
I won't take that test, and instead choose to believe I am a velvet painting of a leopard, caught midleap in all his velvety glory.
rrrrroar!
posted by Kafkaesque at 1:12 PM on December 10, 2001
Application of Ashworth's Law will allow you to discover an even better test at this site: The Utterly Surreal Test.
I'm Matched Phrenology Busts, which couldn't be more true. Really.
posted by iceberg273 at 1:14 PM on December 10, 2001
I'm Matched Phrenology Busts, which couldn't be more true. Really.
posted by iceberg273 at 1:14 PM on December 10, 2001
Fun little web personality tests.or ARE they?
*raises-left-eyebrow*
posted by holloway at 1:30 PM on December 10, 2001
I am Piet Mondrian's "Composition A." I knew I was square but...
posted by mosspink at 1:38 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by mosspink at 1:38 PM on December 10, 2001
I am "Prehistoric Cave Art" (not to mention offended).
posted by G_Ask at 1:46 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by G_Ask at 1:46 PM on December 10, 2001
I am also Matched Phrenology Busts, which makes me quite happy, for some unknown reason.
I look at these tests in the spirit in which they are offered -- harmless, silly little time-spenders. If they don't float your boat, no one is forcing you to take them nor pay attention to those of us who do Besides, haven't always wanted to know that I am also Edgar Degas' "Dance Class?" I sure did.
posted by Dreama at 1:48 PM on December 10, 2001
I look at these tests in the spirit in which they are offered -- harmless, silly little time-spenders. If they don't float your boat, no one is forcing you to take them nor pay attention to those of us who do Besides, haven't always wanted to know that I am also Edgar Degas' "Dance Class?" I sure did.
posted by Dreama at 1:48 PM on December 10, 2001
I'm Pussy Galore!
What the hell does THAT mean??
That you're a late 80s early '90s noise rock band from New York that would break up and form some of the best bands of the '90s...
I'm odd job... Oh, and MC Escher's Lizards... Hmmm... Maybe it has to with my obsession with bowler hates, the fact that I'm a short man with a Fu Man Chu, and work as an evil Henchman.
posted by drezdn at 2:00 PM on December 10, 2001
I'm Picasso's "Three Musicians" and Scaramanga, which sums it up pretty well:
"You are colorful and provoking, always looking to break out of the mold and to pioneer new ways of doing things...you enjoy good food, monopolizing the world's energy supplies, and sex before assassinating people."
Funny, when I saw this post, I wondered if I inspired it, having linked to both last week, in the order they appear. Must be some of that Bond Villain vanity coming through.
posted by me3dia at 2:05 PM on December 10, 2001
"You are colorful and provoking, always looking to break out of the mold and to pioneer new ways of doing things...you enjoy good food, monopolizing the world's energy supplies, and sex before assassinating people."
Funny, when I saw this post, I wondered if I inspired it, having linked to both last week, in the order they appear. Must be some of that Bond Villain vanity coming through.
posted by me3dia at 2:05 PM on December 10, 2001
INT. TYRELL CORPORATION INTERROGATION ROOM - DUSK
On the metallic surface below, the words VOIGHT-KAMPFF are finely etched. There's a touch-light panel across the top and on the side of the screen, a dial that registers fluctuation of the iris.
The instrument is no bigger than a music box and sits on a table between two men. The man talking is big, looks like an overstuffed kid. LEON it says on his breast pocket. He's dressed in a warehouseman's uni- form and his pudgy hands are folded expectantly in his lap. Despite the obvious heat, he looks very cool.
The man facing him is lean, hollow-cheeked, and dressed in grey. Detached and efficient, he looks like a cop or an accountant. His name is Holden and he's all business, except for the sweat on his face.
The room is large and humid. Rows of salvaged junk are stacked neatly against the walls. Two large FANS WHIRR above their heads.
LEON Okay if I talk?
Holden doesn't answer. He's centering Leon's eye on the machine.
LEON I kinda get nervous when I take tests.
HOLDEN Don't move.
LEON Sorry.
He tries not to move, but finally his lips can't help a sheepish smile.
LEON I already had I.Q. test this year... but I don't think I never had a...
HOLDEN Reaction time is a factor in this so please pay attention. Answer as quickly
as you can.
LEON Uh... sure...
HOLDEN One one eight seven at Hunterwasser...
LEON Oh... that's the hotel.
HOLDEN What?
LEON Where I live.
HOLDEN Nice place ?
LEON Huh? Sure. Yeah. I guess. Is that.. part of the test ?
Holden smiles a patronising smile.
HOLDEN Warming you up, that's all.
LEON Oh. It's
HOLDEN You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when....
LEON Is this the test now ?
HOLDEN Yes. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you lookdown and see a.....
LEON What one ?
It was a timid interruption, hardly audible.
HOLDEN What ?
LEON What desert ?
HOLDEN Doesn't make any difference what desert.. it's completely hypothetical.
LEON But how come I'd be there?
HOLDEN Maybe you're fed up, maybe you want to be by yourself.. who knows. So you look down and see a tortoise. It's crawling toward you....
LEON A tortoise. What's that?
HOLDEN Know what a turtle is?
LEON Of course.
HOLDEN Same thing.
LEON I never seen a turtle.
He sees Holden's patience is wearing thin.
LEON But I understand what you mean.
HOLDEN You reach down and flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon.
Keeping an eye on his subject, Holden notes the dials in the Voight-Kampff. One of the needles quivers slightly.
LEON You make these questions, Mr. Holden, or they write 'em down for you?
Disregarding the question, Holden continues, picking up the pace.
HOLDEN The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over. But it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
Leon's upper lip is quivering.
LEON Whatya mean, I'm not helping?
HOLDEN I mean you're not helping! Why is that, Leon?
Holden looks hard at Leon, piercing look.
Leon is flushed with anger, breathing hard, it's a bad moment, he might erupt.
Suddenly Holden grins disarmingly.
HOLDEN They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test, designed to provoke an emotional response.
Leon is glaring now, the blush subsides, his anger slightly defused. Holden smiles cheerfully, very smooth.
HOLDEN Shall we continue?
Leon nods, still frowning, suspiciously.
HOLDEN Describe in single words. Only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother.
LEON My...
Leon looks shocked, surprised. But the needles in the computer barely move. Holden goes for the in- side of his coat. But big Leon is faster. His laser burns a hole the size of a nickel through Holden's stomach. Unlike a bullet, a laser causes no impact. It goes through Holden's shoulder and comes out his back, clean as a whistle. Like a rag doll he falls back into the seat. Big slow Leon is already walking away, but he stops, turns, and with a little smile of satisfaction fires through the back of the seat. As Leon walks out of the room the Voight-Kampff begins to blink, faint but steady.
posted by feelinglistless at 2:22 PM on December 10, 2001
On the metallic surface below, the words VOIGHT-KAMPFF are finely etched. There's a touch-light panel across the top and on the side of the screen, a dial that registers fluctuation of the iris.
The instrument is no bigger than a music box and sits on a table between two men. The man talking is big, looks like an overstuffed kid. LEON it says on his breast pocket. He's dressed in a warehouseman's uni- form and his pudgy hands are folded expectantly in his lap. Despite the obvious heat, he looks very cool.
The man facing him is lean, hollow-cheeked, and dressed in grey. Detached and efficient, he looks like a cop or an accountant. His name is Holden and he's all business, except for the sweat on his face.
The room is large and humid. Rows of salvaged junk are stacked neatly against the walls. Two large FANS WHIRR above their heads.
LEON Okay if I talk?
Holden doesn't answer. He's centering Leon's eye on the machine.
LEON I kinda get nervous when I take tests.
HOLDEN Don't move.
LEON Sorry.
He tries not to move, but finally his lips can't help a sheepish smile.
LEON I already had I.Q. test this year... but I don't think I never had a...
HOLDEN Reaction time is a factor in this so please pay attention. Answer as quickly
as you can.
LEON Uh... sure...
HOLDEN One one eight seven at Hunterwasser...
LEON Oh... that's the hotel.
HOLDEN What?
LEON Where I live.
HOLDEN Nice place ?
LEON Huh? Sure. Yeah. I guess. Is that.. part of the test ?
Holden smiles a patronising smile.
HOLDEN Warming you up, that's all.
LEON Oh. It's
HOLDEN You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when....
LEON Is this the test now ?
HOLDEN Yes. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you lookdown and see a.....
LEON What one ?
It was a timid interruption, hardly audible.
HOLDEN What ?
LEON What desert ?
HOLDEN Doesn't make any difference what desert.. it's completely hypothetical.
LEON But how come I'd be there?
HOLDEN Maybe you're fed up, maybe you want to be by yourself.. who knows. So you look down and see a tortoise. It's crawling toward you....
LEON A tortoise. What's that?
HOLDEN Know what a turtle is?
LEON Of course.
HOLDEN Same thing.
LEON I never seen a turtle.
He sees Holden's patience is wearing thin.
LEON But I understand what you mean.
HOLDEN You reach down and flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon.
Keeping an eye on his subject, Holden notes the dials in the Voight-Kampff. One of the needles quivers slightly.
LEON You make these questions, Mr. Holden, or they write 'em down for you?
Disregarding the question, Holden continues, picking up the pace.
HOLDEN The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over. But it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
Leon's upper lip is quivering.
LEON Whatya mean, I'm not helping?
HOLDEN I mean you're not helping! Why is that, Leon?
Holden looks hard at Leon, piercing look.
Leon is flushed with anger, breathing hard, it's a bad moment, he might erupt.
Suddenly Holden grins disarmingly.
HOLDEN They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test, designed to provoke an emotional response.
Leon is glaring now, the blush subsides, his anger slightly defused. Holden smiles cheerfully, very smooth.
HOLDEN Shall we continue?
Leon nods, still frowning, suspiciously.
HOLDEN Describe in single words. Only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother.
LEON My...
Leon looks shocked, surprised. But the needles in the computer barely move. Holden goes for the in- side of his coat. But big Leon is faster. His laser burns a hole the size of a nickel through Holden's stomach. Unlike a bullet, a laser causes no impact. It goes through Holden's shoulder and comes out his back, clean as a whistle. Like a rag doll he falls back into the seat. Big slow Leon is already walking away, but he stops, turns, and with a little smile of satisfaction fires through the back of the seat. As Leon walks out of the room the Voight-Kampff begins to blink, faint but steady.
posted by feelinglistless at 2:22 PM on December 10, 2001
damn! I thought we were going to get the text version of the entire movie there.
posted by Kafkaesque at 2:31 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by Kafkaesque at 2:31 PM on December 10, 2001
... and how cool would THAT be, eh?
Tell me about your mother, Kafkaesque.
posted by UncleFes at 2:36 PM on December 10, 2001
Tell me about your mother, Kafkaesque.
posted by UncleFes at 2:36 PM on December 10, 2001
(I hope kv will excuse this bout of self-linking, as it is relevant to the topic)
Do You Take Too Many Online Tests? well do you?
posted by mcsweetie at 2:43 PM on December 10, 2001
Do You Take Too Many Online Tests? well do you?
posted by mcsweetie at 2:43 PM on December 10, 2001
Huzzah! I always knew it deep inside. But having the internet tell me it is true... well, that's almost like direct revelation from God.
I'm off to find some nogoodniks!
posted by jheiz at 3:00 PM on December 10, 2001
Aiieee! I'm having Blade Runner reference deja vu!
Hail and well met, good Fes! But tempt not thy MeFi brethren into long and tedious debate about whether the unicorn dream implieth Decker be Replicant or not, even in the face of much evidence.
And prithee sir, do not even get them started on the origami shit.
posted by Kafkaesque at 3:02 PM on December 10, 2001
Hail and well met, good Fes! But tempt not thy MeFi brethren into long and tedious debate about whether the unicorn dream implieth Decker be Replicant or not, even in the face of much evidence.
And prithee sir, do not even get them started on the origami shit.
posted by Kafkaesque at 3:02 PM on December 10, 2001
I heareth the plaintive bleat of electrical sheep, and am cajoled thus to action, K-man. But methinks thou protest too much, thou paper-folding foole.
Nevertheless, I concur. But if you had seen what I've seen with your eyes...
posted by UncleFes at 3:23 PM on December 10, 2001
Nevertheless, I concur. But if you had seen what I've seen with your eyes...
posted by UncleFes at 3:23 PM on December 10, 2001
I took the "Which Online Personality Test Are You?' test and it turns out I'm the "Which Online Personality Test Are You?" test. Is that the joke, or can you actually be another sort of test?
posted by krisjohn at 3:41 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by krisjohn at 3:41 PM on December 10, 2001
Hark! The muted strains of Vangelis ring across the field!
posted by Kafkaesque at 4:02 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by Kafkaesque at 4:02 PM on December 10, 2001
And we mustn't forget "How much of an 18th-century neoclassical satirist are you?"
posted by Hegemonic at 4:10 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by Hegemonic at 4:10 PM on December 10, 2001
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have anmed me/I'm so like the lady with the mystic smile but then the thre times I've taken the MBPI, I've had three different personalites--Hey, I represent that remark!
posted by y2karl at 10:04 PM on December 10, 2001
posted by y2karl at 10:04 PM on December 10, 2001
Im Scaramanga (are we all?) and Monet's Water Lillies.
And I was hoping for a Dali comparison.
posted by Dantien at 12:53 PM on December 11, 2001
And I was hoping for a Dali comparison.
posted by Dantien at 12:53 PM on December 11, 2001
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Not to burst anyone's sense of fun, but isn't this particular meme ("What -foo- Are You?") kinda tired now?
posted by briank at 11:13 AM on December 10, 2001