Category: Surveys

RULES
1. Put your music player on shuffle (ALL MUSIC).
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

(Confession: I had a few false starts, but eventually skipped around until I got to a song I liked and, well, here are the results. They come across as way better than said false starts, so I have no regrets. Except for an apology to my future bride… you’ll understand when you get to that part.) Continue reading “Songs of Life”

Complete this proverb: “Violence begets…”

A) Pacifism
B) Universal health care
C) Blueberry pancakes
D) Wayne Newton
E) Truth, Justice and the American Way
F) Better TV ratings
G) Erectile dysfunction
H) 42
I) Viol… ins. Violence begets violins.

I guess this entry fits in with the solidarity theme since I posted it back in 2006, but it’s still a survey that I got off someone’s blog (versus a Myspace bulletin this time). Normally at this point, I’d say “Go, writers!” since I think they’ve got a right to be pissed off. However, I just finished watching The Tonight Show and it was really obnoxious when people in the audience were yelling random stuff that you couldn’t understand while Bill Maher was talking. So [BLANK] you, mother [BLANK]ers! And now, back to your regularly scheduled survey. Continue reading “I [BLANK]…”

I was bored tonight and opted to avoid doing anything productive with my time by surfing around on the Internet. Trust me, after years of practice, I’ve become pretty damn good at avoiding it. I ended up checking out Myspace and found yet another bulletin with a bunch of survey questions. This time, I decided to take it. I also decided to post the results here on the blog because, hey, why the hell not? It gives you all a chance to peek into the mind of little ol’ me (assuming that I’m little and that it’s actually me who’s writing this) and you might decide to take the survey on your own.

Mind you, I didn’t want to make this completely serious. If I was completely serious, I could end up making both of us cry by the end of the entry. Consequently, I’m writing two versions: one that’s sincere and one that’s not so sincere. If you can’t tell the difference… I might be the only one crying at the end. Continue reading “One Word”