Robottison #42

Whoa, I'm like . . . alive and stuff.
Anyway, long ago I wrote and posted a poem in French. I recently fixed it so it makes sense and isn't Engrish . . . French . . . Engrench . . . Made-up words notwithstanding, here are the two poems-- the latter being the corrected version:

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Here is ze Brad and myself.

Yeah, we're so, totally in the same place at the same time. Brad flew up yesterday and my buddy Ryan and his wife helped me to pick him up from the airport. I would have gone down there alone, but I still had to fix the speedometer on my car. That actually turned out to be pretty easy. A few more complications have arisen, but I think that we'll be able to overcome them in reasonably short order.
Let me tell you, though, that I am so, so, SO excited to move back. It's been a long year, up here in the wooded north. I've learned to make decisions, and I think that I'm not overthinking like I used to. No longer timid or hesitant, I feel like I'm a stronger, more capable person for having been here.
That said, I'm ready to live again. Sales figures and productivity goals are, I've decided, not a good central focus in my life. I'm ready to make decisions that I'll regret, I'm ready to unapologetically offend others when I tell them that I think they're doing the same. I'm ready to embrace spontaneity, I'm ready to solicit it in others. I'm ready to go to parties and gatherings whenever I can. When there aren't any going on, I'm ready to slap together my own. I'm ready to talk. I'm ready to listen.
There's so much in life that I haven't had up here. You only realize what you had when you lose it, I guess. I had never been able to let my friends know how important they are to me and, now that I know, I'm not going to lose another chance. Most of all, I think I'm ready to be in love, again. For years, I had been completely spoiled. I had been in one relationship or another for so long that I think I forgot how important they are, and what life is like when you're single. Now that I am, though, I can honestly say that, if I really wanted to, I could out the rest of my life this way-- If it was what I thought was best, I could die alone.
But I don't think that would be best; I think that would be cowardly. There is so, so much inside of me that I cannot and could not share with someone with whom I didn't share a complete and exceptionless commitment. There is, afterall, only so much growth possible in any one direction.
However, I know there's no rush. Love, to me, is not comparable to oxygen-- To view it that way, in my opinion, greatly degrades it as the focus of a lover is self-interest rather than the celebration of a partner. I don't need it to survive, so if it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. I'm still going to have the time of my life, and single people supposedly have more fun anyway. ^_~
Truthfully, I look forward to being around all of my friends as a fully-functional single young man. There's a unique friendship opportunity when the other person isn't always worried that everything they say might be getting back to my love-interest. People trust me more when what they see is what they get. I'm excited about that because there are a lot of people, even close friends, whom I'd like to get to know better.
Well, enough rambling-- down to business:
Brad and I are fixing the car the rest of the way, today. If there's still time, we'll pack everything up later and, if not, we'll do it tomorrow. Then, my co-workers want to go to dinner, and that'll be my and Brad's official send-off. Depending on what route we take, we should be home before elevensies. Complications pending, I plan to go to Grady's wedding (still a little weirded out, but I wouldn't miss it for the world) and hope to see as many people there as possible. Also, I don't start work until April 30th, so call me and we'll hang out. And, if you for some reason decide not to call me before then, call me thereafter and we'll still hang out. =D
Point is, there's not a single person I don't want to see. If you know me well enough to be reading this, you need to call me so we can go to lunch, a movie, dancing, a museum, or do whatever strikes your fancy. And strike your fancy we shall.
Anyway, call me.
OMG I'M SO EXCITED! BYE!

/Addison Stuart

PS-- I'm now packing up my computer. If you want to talk to me, the best way to do it will be to call me. Let nothing stand in the way of doing so. ^_^

I'M COMING HOME!!!

You are The Sun

Happiness, Content, Joy.

The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.

Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.

The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Rawr! Teh suns!

Following is a mildly offensive excerpt from the walking talking bundle of gaseous wit that is Mr. Jenner. If the link hurts your feelings, I think that we can safely assume that you shouldn't have clicked on it.
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Extra-special points to everyone who added my Facebook within 24 hours of its creation without even being notified.
Anyway, you should add me. And, if you don't have a Facebook you should make one and use it to add me. Mine has *lots* o' pictures, so you must look at them, bokay?
Thanks.

A Man of Quality Congratulations! You scored 88!

You adore smart women. They are your life. You can't imagine being with a woman who isn't of Mensa quality. Chances are that you, too, are incredibly smart, although that doesn't mean you like smart women. A lot of men can't handle having a great woman in their lives -- they need to be propped all the time instead of propping back. But you appreciate what having a smart woman in your life means. Well done, sir. You rock.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on smarts

Link: The Do Smart Women Scare You? Test written by Blacktech on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

The above is very true. There is nothing I find more attractive than a girl who can absent-mindedly annihilate me in an arguement. I tend to shoot alot from the hip, and I admire a person with the guts to simply state, "Uhh, no. That isn't true." Now, notice the absent-mindedly part. I can't stress enough how critical it is that she isn't out for blood or lives to prove me wrong. Those people, female and male alike, annoy me. They're the kind that seem to believe that I must be defeated because I hold myself as infallible. Which is so far from the truth-- Trying too hard is a huge turn off. The perfect girl, to me, has always effortlessly brilliant.
It's funny, but I can pinpoint my first moment of attraction to each of the three girls to whom I've been majorly attracted, and they all made me think, "Wow, she's a genius."

If you suddenly found yourself falling off of a skyscraper, who would you want to catch you and why?

This quiz stolen mercilessly from Litharriel.

You scored as Jigsaw. You are Jigsaw. You dont enjoy killing people at all. You instead love to see how far people will go to live. However if it ends in a bloody death, you still sleep with a smile on your face. You are intelligent, and know how to outwit just about anyone. And that spells bad news for anyone who falls into your games of death and torture. </td> Hannibal Lecter 95% Jigsaw 95% Freddy Krueger 70% Captain Spaulding 60% Michael Myers 55% Pinhead 55% Leatherface 50% Buffalo Bill 45% Candyman 40% Jason Voorhees 25% Which Horror Killer are You? created with QuizFarm.com