Saturday, July 31, 2010

Stream of peenee

On occasion, I wander back over to take the book quiz. Oddly enough, I always have different results. Must be the phase of the moon, I don't know. In the past I have been Lolita (big yay) and Jane Eyre (Rats. What can you say about falling from Lolita to Jane except "rats.") Tonight, I scored another thrill.

You're Ulysses!
by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Talk about being on the money.

I will be honest and admit that I am one of the many, many people who have never made it through Ulysses. The first chapter beat me to the ground. Still, I am enough of a snob to be pleased to be in Joyce's company. Take that, Eyre, you tedious bitch.


  1. my results were the same as yours, but i've never even lifted a copy of ulysses and i shudder to think of myself with an eye patch. well, zsa zsa did wear one after rubi slapped her.

  2. When no one is looking, you dream of being a pirate.

  3. I took this awhile back, I'm Raymond Chandler I suppose it has to do with being a 'private dick'.

  4. "Wander around aimlessly"? On the money indeed. And soon I'll be wandering with you.

  5. Norma
    Let's all wear patches, but on different body parts. I'l let you decide which.

    Don't we all?

    Your dick may be many things, but I don't think "private" could be one of them.

    you don't know how I'm looking forward to it.

  6. I'm "Les Miserables." I don't think so though I was a Francophile for a bit (G-rated. I'm a Jewish prude). My partner is "I, Robot." This explains so much!

  7. "I, Robot?" I would love to be an Asimov android. Yes.

  8. I was David Copperfield for the 1st book quiz, then took the second one and am Clockwork Orange. No disparity there. Thanks for the idea!

  9. Jane Eyre would have taken antidepressants if she lived now. Then she wouldn't have been an author. Wouldn't we all be happier.

  10. I have often found your vulgarity to be both brilliant and repugnant.

  11. Mr. P IS a Greek folk hero to Miss J.

  12. I'm James Joyce too. Ulysees is a bit of a bitch to read, especially the Penelope chapter.

    I've started a novel.

    Copulation Street

    Up bedtimes and feeling heavy of nodgers Norris made his way to Mrs Bishops bordello on Copulation Street to see his darling Mary. However, to his dismay he found she had done good business that day, and indeed, when he removed her drawers did find that her cunny resembled naught but a lard bird cake. He was forced to demand back his shilling.

  13. I keep taking it, trying to find the right set of questions and the right answers to get it to tell me that I'm Fran Lebowitz. No luck yet.

  14. Gee, I guess you're off writing Ulysses or Finnegans Wake or Finian's Rainbow or Rainbow Brite or something right now, aren't you?

  15. i will only take the test if i am gauranteed to be that crazy lady in the pink house. the one who wrote all those trashy romance novels. that my phd. sister reads constantly. only proving my theory that all that education left her mildy retarded. ha - i will stick to my comic books. calvin & hobbes teach life lessons, kabuki knows this to be true. and captain america is kinda hot.

  16. Not to boast (but I will), but I've read 'Ulysses'. I interviewed for an office monkey job the next day, and when they asked me what my greatest accomplishment was, I told them I had just finished 'Ulysses' and was pretty proud of that. The person interviewing me asked me if that was a book.
    I didn't get the job, thank heavens.

    PS. I am 'Love in the Time of Cholera'


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