The first person to report his scores from the compatibility test I mentioned in a posting yesterday is my old pal of almost 15 years, George Scriban. His results:
(The word they want is complementary, not complimentary. Dumbasses.)
George writes:
big fucking surprise.
it should also add “you two think you’re funny, but you irritate others around you when together.”
I prefer to think of us as “the thinking man’s Beavis and Butt-Head“.
Got this e-mail yesterday evening:
From: Global Pop Conspirator Kevin
To: AccordionGuy
I’m wagering you’re bringing the accordian tomorrow and I had an idea, if you’re into it… We cut the music at some point in the night, you break into the opening bars of a song and then we drop the original version of that song. I was thinking Just Can’t Get Enough (everybody and their grandma knows it). If you think that’s tacky (or not tacky enough), I understand. Anyway, let me know. Could be a moment.
There you go, yet another reason to go.
How compatible with me are you, friendship- and relationship-wise? Take this test and find out. Feel free to e-mail me your results and any commentary; I’ll post ’em.
There’s an added bonus: by taking this test, the system gets enough enough to create a compatibility test just for you. That’s how I got my test, and according to my results, I’m 48% friendship-compatible and 89% relationship-compatible with a friend-whose-name-I-shan’t-reveal. Don’t tell her boyfriend.
(Special note to Adina: You’re just dying to find out who it is, aren’t you?)
Remember, it’s at the Rotors Club, 593a Bloor Street West, west of Bathurst. The fun starts at 9, it’s a 19+ event, and there’s a cover of $5. Expect good music and me.
Sometimes you just want to paste a giant ass on someone’s Web site, and fulfilling that desire is what the Ass-O-Tron is all about.
Check out these examples:
An actual conversation I had with an older busker friend of mine, near the corner of Queen and Spadina:
Scrawny-looking panhandling kid: Can either of you spare a buck so I can get a hot dog?
My busker friend: Fuck no!
Me: Here. (Hands over a loonie.)
The kid walks off and buys a hot dog from the nearby stand.
My busker friend: I guess I should’ve given him some money. I am, after all, a Tibetan Buddhist.
Here are the past few postings from my other blog:
New NSBasic for PalmOS runtime, yo
I must be buttah, ’cause I’m on a roll!