Who’s your Muse?
Suggested by The Man For Aeiou, who describes it this way: “remember the feature from 2003ish in the mag? like that, only for Muses of us artist, writers, Etc. What’s POSOC’s Muse like? Who’s Alice’s? what about the rest of the MBers?”
This is exciting. I’m not sure which Muse I’d be. There’s one semi-evil facet of my character thats Koko-y. However, I think I also have a little bad of the bad poetry tucked into me somewhere. So much to consider. The only Muse whom I don’t recognize at all in myself is probably Bo, as I detest chewing gum. Talk about shallow comparisons.
My Muse’s name is Pete. He used to be my invisible friend.
2-Ooh! Now I understand this thread a bit of a lot better! Woops.
I think my Muse’s name would be Nesu-Ba-Nebded. She enjoys long flowy clothing and whisking it around hallway corners and I will expound on her nature presently when I have some vague sort of an idea…
*make flowy fluid
My Muse is a three-year-old Russian Blue with oversized osprey wings. I don’t know her name, but I usually call her Mim. She usually perches serenely on the highest object in the room, watching me with owlish, golden eyes, challenging me to come up with something on my own for a change. But she takes pity on me after a while and starts singing.
Her song is different every time. Most of the time, it sounds like a cat’s purr combined with Gregorian chant and string bass. It always gives me the kernel of an idea, which I then shape and elaborate upon.
She only perches on my shoulder when I’m working on a great creative endeavor. To date, she’s only done it once, on Dark Thirty 2007. For the last five hundred words of my NaNoWriMo, she sang something that resembled Aaron Copland’s Fanfare for the Common Man.
She likes odd sweet grapes and smoked salmon with mustard. I’m sure she can talk, but she’s never bothered to.
I’d like to hear the GAPAs describe their own Muses… I’m sure that would be immensely interesting.
My Muse would be…I don’t know. I haven’t worked out if I want to be all spiritual and magical and believe in fairies and stuff, or be all logical and scientific and think there’s a scientific explanation for everything. I think my Muse would help me figure that out, first of all.
*pulls out a bunch of ancient issues of Muse in search of one with the “Meet The Muses” page*
Ok, my Muse (actually, more the Muse of my CTY logic class last summer):
Name: Schmorntel
Muse of: Logic
Birthplace: CTY LMU, in the logic classroom to be exact
Likes: Being logical, flying, existing
Dislikes: Anyone who says I don’t exist
In my spare time: I exist, write logical arguments, and debate things like whether or not free will exists
Btw, the definition of schmorntel is “A happy red rhinoceros that flies and exists.”
2- Elaborate, please.
3, 4- Expound upon her nature! Interesting name, by the way.
6- Hope you find a good Muse soon.
7- He certainly wants people to know who he is!
My Muse is a fickle thing. She’s about the size of my hand, and she has green bird wings. She wears a red cap-sleeve shirt, a red bandanna with white and green polka-dots and blue jeans. She has long brown hair in braids. She has a tendency to get bored and wander off, then come back at eleven o’clock at night when I need to sleep to chatter in my ear about stories that I haven’t thought about for weeks. She usually sits on the top of my computer, and sometimes plays the fiddle. I don’t know what her name is, oddly enough. She’s always just “my Muse.” I think she likes it that way.
If any of our Muses show up on this thread, will the GAPAs embolden their names?
8-She shares a name with the wife of a pharaoh featured in the Egyptian story of an Egyptian courtier who goes to accquire cedar wood for a fleet and is snubbed by just about everyone (including said Pharaoh’s wife)!
ahhh…muses… the shape of mine is still a little uncertain, but he is , in his own way, an exaggerated me. My muse will likely be little, floating at my shoulder, sometimes resting on my head. perhaps green or purple… He will usually be there, the first to tell me what sort of a joke to make at things… if he becomes afraid, he will likely hide in my pocket… at other times he remains serious, and will let me know that boy scout training, and other ethics demand a certain action. In fact, my muse is a green pickle, although his flesh is like clay. If he’s joking, perhaps he will mold his head into a jester’s cap, if he’s serious, he might morph into wearing a uniform ( I don’t know what kind). yes. that is my muse… I call him… weinig lach, which in dutch means, ‘little laugh’.
Right now I’m being spiritual/magical, so my Muse is a fairy about the size of both my hands. She is bonded to the willow tree, and sings softly when I am writing. (This may be why I am writing about fairies.) She has a dress made of willow leaves, pale green wings, and long black hair. She lives on moonlight and dew, and can always make me feel better and give me story ideas.
(When I’m in a logical/scientific mood, she changes.)
8-People need to know that schmorntels exist, because that’s the point in them. My logic teacher at CTY actually created the schmorntel to demonstrate that things can’t be defined into existence…
14- Logically, a large red rhinoceros cannot fly. Therefore, by the schmorntel’s own argument, it doesn’t exist.
15 – It could be on an airplane. Then it could fly.
It may be aerodynamically impossible for a large red flying rhinoceros to exist, but I would say that it’s not logically impossible in the sense that (say) a square triangle is. Its existence or non-existence of is a matter of fact, not a matter of logic.
This discussion is immensely reminding me of the Invisible Pink Unicorn.
my muse is a…what is it? a spot-winged falconet. fairly good when it comes to ideas…:mrgreen:
Who said our muses had to be logical? If you ask me, Pwt isn’t a very logical name. Same for Aeiou. Do you see where I’m going with this?
Oh, and it’s also aerodynamically and physically (and logically) impossiblefor a honeybee to fly. They fly anyway. Who said red rhinos don’t follow their own rules too?
That business about honeybees is a myth. Throughout most of history, of course, scientists didn’t understand aerodynamics well enough to explain how bees (or anything else) could fly, but they do now. Rest assured that insects do not violate any known laws of physics.
(Not that it would matter if they did. It would just show that something needed to be studied and understood better — which is what scientists love to do.)
As for its being logically impossible for things to fly, I think MBers are confusing a couple of different meanings of the word “logical.” Logic concerns the rules for combining statements to produce correct conclusions. Like algebra (which it resembles), it doesn’t tell you much about real-world objects you might be curious about, though it can help you to decide how much you can figure out from what you already know about them. So “logical” isn’t a synonym for “true,” and “illogical” isn’t a synonym for “ridiculous” or “unimaginable.”
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I like to think about logic in the Boolean sense, where factors are put into the equation and can come out as either true of false. Everything makes sense when it’s put into numbers!
My muse… is a punk rocker girl whose heart is dependent on her guitar
23- Neophyte? Or oldbie? *prepares pie launcher*
My muse… that would take some thinking. I need my notebook… *dashes off and gets notebook to jot ideas*
My muse is a bit like my friend’s cat, but eggplant-purple tabby instead of regular. He’s enormously fat, and he sits on my lap when I need ideas. Then he purrs.
And whenever I’m working on a really good idea, he comes and sits on my head and gives me a headache. Then I have to stop… but I’m sure he means well.
And he wears lavender mittens knitted by his granny.
21 – Ha! The spelling bee people are wrong! They said the thing about honeybees not flying in a speech at last year’s award banquet.
I have no clue who my Muse would be.
15-But it does, by definition. Also, no one said that it has to be large. It just has to be a happy red rhinoceros that flies and exists.
26-Really? I don’t remember…Who said that? And the spelling bee people are never wrong.
27- *understands* *brain spins*
28-Ooh, a non-logician finally understands schmorntels? *rejoices*
*is too busy melting with confusion to rejoice*
27 –
You’re right! It could be a teeny little rhinocerous the size of a bird and it could still be a schmorntel.
My muse?
A small yellow object, with a blue outline, blue eyes, and a red mouth. It is hexagonal.
That is my coat of arms.
32-How many dimensions? I would say that “object” implies 3 dimensions (maybe?) while hexagonal is 2.
I think my muse changes form over the years. It currently lives in trees and atop boulders near streams, and is nocturnal. When it is not trying to contact me it probably looks like a hummingbird.
When my muse is trying to contact me it enters my mind and takes the form of whatever I am thinking. The images it creates are far more beautiful than my writing could ever express, but I still stay up as long as it does trying desperately to write what it is trying to tell me.
If I had to give my muse a name I would call it Mriya. I love the sound of it and it’s the Ukrainian word for dream.
33 – Um, I’m not sure. I never thought about that. It looks like this:
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That’s the whole thing. The tail is green. I guess it’s 2-D.
It’s called Nilly.
Argh. It got messed up. Let me try to fix it.
/ :. \
\ \_/ / \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
My muse: I believe that it is nocturnal, but it also appears during times of bad weather. It’s like a video camera inside my head. When it is not inspiring me, I guess that it is red and black, but I’m not sure if it has a definite form.
Hm. Okay, this is probably not permanent, but I’ll just write what comes to mind right now…
My muse is a cat. -tries hard not to describe own cat- She is large — not fat, just very big — and likes to stare at me disconcertingly. She has all kinds of earthyish (well, rockyish) colors. Mostly browns and oranges. She’s beautiful. When I pet her, she helps me think better, and she calms me down when I get stressed out about homework. She doesn’t actually inspire me, though, except for whenever I try to write poems about her. (It hasn’t happened yet.) Her name is… Okay, the first one that came to my mind is Liliana. I have no idea where that came from, but sure.
My muse is my daemon, of course. He’s a duck named Oliverandus, and gives me advice sometimes on my writing.
I guess my music muse is my cello. Not much else to say. I haven’t named it yet.
39-You haven’t named your cello????? I name just about everything. Though it just occurred to me that none of my beloved pencils have names yet (some of the pens do), so I guess I need to think of more names….
39- My daemon is a mouse.
His name is Timon.
21- Really? I didn’t know they figured it out.
40- You do know the naming thing can be overdone. I don’t name half of my things anymore. I haven’t even named my drumset, which I should have named a while ago.
Oh yeah my muse is music, changing form to reflect what i want to hear or think about, but always there. (It can get annoying during major tests) It has no physical form, it’s merely… ah, what’s the word? *thinks* uh… *thinks harder* *gives up* just not physical.
41- When Mim read that, she started humming “Food, Glorious Food”
43- *hides Timon* I refuse to let your Muse eat my daemon.
(42, 27, 26, 21, 20),
There was a good about the honeybee (actually bumblebee) myth ten years ago on Usenet. You can read it here:
http :// math.niu.edu/~rusin/known-math/98/bees
(Steven Vogel, the author of a fine book called Life in Moving Fluids, traced the legend to its source.)
44- Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let her. I don’t think she actually needs to eat, she just does it for enjoyment.
42-My parents and I name a lot of things, partially because it’s fun in itself and partially because it annoys my 18-year-old brother. Annoying Jeff is a very good reason to do anything!
And thinking of names is fun. My computer, for example, is named Spur Winter Banana, which is a type of apple.
46- Should Timon come out, then? *is wary*
48- Why not? Mim’s started singing “Consider Yourself One of Us.” I think that’s a good sign… she’s shown a penchant for Oliver! songs today, hasn’t she?
What kind of animal accepts that life is purple, the meaning of life is 42, and that life is measured in black holes?
50 – Me!
Just kidding. A sperm whale? Or a whelk?
Neh! My dæmon is not the same as my muse! My Muse is DiddlyBop, and she’s a gloating point of purple light.
52- What does she gloat about?
my muse is a hyper-intelligent shade of the color blue. he enjoys falling whales and pots of petunias.
50- mice of course…. how easy. what do you think we are? vogons?
54- So he’s a Hooloovoo?
55-I AM NOT A VOGON!!!!!! My poetry is not that bad! *Spike Pies Squiggles*
I think mine’s a hot pink mouse!
50-I don’t know, but that makes me think of the word tesseract.
My muse sometimes puts random words or lines into my head that make no sense. It also makes me wonder about things intensely in the middle of the night, such as “where are those airplanes going?”. I spent several sleepless hours one night staring out my window at the flashing lights of jets making up stories about the people in them.
My muse is Midnight, a pure black Arabian stallion with a white star on his forehead. He is the Muse of good dreams.
The hot pink mouse’s name is…42 purple black holes. Well, what did you expect?
61 – Nice.
56 – I love Hooloovoos! I was going to be one for Halloween, but my mom said it would be bragging to say I was a super-intelligent shade of the color blue.
Has anyone listened to the original radio shows of HitchHiker’s Guide?
“Super-intelligent” could be relative to other shades of blue, which aren’t very smart at all. But I can see how that self-description might be misinterpreted.
63- I don’t know- as one of them was a physicist working on the Heart of Gold, I would assume they’d be intelligent enough to have a grasp of probability and quantum mechanics.
My daemon? What’s a daemon?
yes guys i meant a Hooloovoo but forgot how to spell it. 59- it seems to me like you could have been doing more interesting and productive things, like MBing.
Staring out into space and thinking about things is thoroughly Muselike.
touche Mr. Coontz. I stand corrected. Sorry 59. And Mr. Coontz? can we please have a Musescouts thread
67 – I do that a lot, especially during English. Borrring…..
My science/logical Muse form is not decided yet.
Now that we’ve met our Muses, how about they meet each other? Mim is all in favor of the idea. I’ll try my best to translate what she says.
70- Luckily, Timon is not my Muse.
My Muse’ll come out eventually. She’s just shy.
Pete says hi. He whats to know if the other Muses can see him.
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Pete looks differt to everone who can see him.
72- Mim started singing something that sounds vaguely Celtic-Jazzy. I guess that’s how she perceives him.
My Muse says he’s a very tall man.
Oh, and her name is Monica. She just shared that fact with me. It’s not what I expected, but who am I to argue?
53- *headdesk* FLOATING.
62-have them on my ipod, courtesy of some website i’ve since forgotten. they’re all up somewhere though
27 – I think it was Paige Kimble in the closing speech thingy.
My muse is a bumble bee and is the muse of spelling of course!
Midnight has changed shape and is now a black cat with a white mark on his head and says he is the muse of ideas.
Here’s another topic to throw into the mix:
If YOU were responsible for assembling the team of New Muses, who would you pick?
midnight
Okay, I strongly suspect that the mouse was my daemon, not muse. My muse is Honk, muse of havoc and confusion. Te is a duck with peruvian instant darkness powder and decoy detonators spurting from its…well, i’d rather not mention.
Mine is probably the Muse of, of, of, I don’t know. Not knowing stuff, The beatles, and puppies? Garsh this is hard. How about the Muse of laughs, cartoons, and not knowing stuff? His name is is, is, Hyjayko Koway Osabi. He is pretty tall, and has long brown hair. He is from, some far off place in Asia? He talks through his environment. It always seems like the sun is rising up behind him, so you can always see his shadow. If you ask him a question he might have an answer, might not, depending on the topic. He can make things seem like they are not real. He looks Anime, and usually has a pencil and pad handy, nothing else. He loves blueberries and like to keep things crazy and weird. He definitely hates neat, and tidy things.
A muse of ignorance? That’s novel.
I wouldn’t really say ignorance, maybe just he doesn’t like thinking about hard questions. I don’t know. You could say ignorance. I wonder what the book is about? How about the random muse. the VERY random muse.
80 – when you say midnight do you mean you would choose my muse to be one of the new muses?
Oh and today Midnight is a mouse with his normal markings and says he is the muse of campigning… Don’t ask me why…
My Muse’s name is Osiris. He is a black panther with black feathered wings, and although he is a shapeshifter, he prefers his feline form. He has luminous yellow eyes and lives in invisibility, except when in my company, of course. He offers his greetings to MBers and their Muses.
Our own Muses? Really?
Hmmmmmmmmm, what could it be………
Name: Oakley
Appearance: A red panda with bushy eyebrows and a goatee. Is frequently found wearing an odd hat and loves his bushy tail, which is very well kept.
Muse of: optimism
57-I actually like Vogon poetry. It’s even better than Crraw’s (which I also like).
62-I believe I have experienced more or less all forms of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, including listening to the radio thing at least twice (although I regret to say that the first time was many, many years ago when I was too young to appreciate it), watching the original TV show twice, and the movie twice, and reading most of the books once.
77-But….but…but…Paige Kimble is NEVER wrong! except for glitch, I guess. But that was a long time ago. And she wasn’t Paige Kimble yet. so it doesn’t count.
82, 83, 84-A muse of indecision, perhaps?
88- “Oh freddled gruntbuggly…”
“…thy miturcations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
Or I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don’t!”
I have that memorized.
89,90- “I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. Interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the Vogonity of the poet’s compassionate soul which contrives though the medium of of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that, and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other, and one is left with a profound and vivid insight into whatever it was the poem was about.”
I did not memorize that.
Yet.
On the topic of H2G2, there was one statement that I really could relate to. “The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about.”
That’s me.
91- “so you’r saying, that, under this hard and calis exterir, I just want to be loved?”
Atheur nods.
“You’re comptly Wrong. I write poetry to make othere feel miserable.”
Yes, That was from memory.
My Muse would reflect my hopes and dreams
Here goes nothing:
Name: Alania
Muse of: Books
Birthplace: The Planet Venus
Likes: Really Hot Weather, Beauty, Books & Writing
Dislikes: Winter, Hate, Book-Haters
PS….Alania looks just like Venus, the goddess of love :-*
91-Lol, yeah. When I’m spaced out (which is most of the time), no matter what I’m thinking about, people always seem to think I look sad when I’m usually not. And I can’t really deny being sad, because then people will ask what I’m thinking about, but I never remember after being interrupted!
92-
The Vogon perused them. For a moment his embittered racial soul had been touched, but he thought no–too little too late. His voice took on the quality of a cat snagging brushed nylon.
“So what you’re saying is that I wrote poetry because underneath my mean callous heartless exterior I really just want to be loved,” He sad. He paused, “Is that right?”
Ford laughed a nervous laugh. “Well, I mean, yes,” he said, “don’t we all, deep down, you know…er…”
The Vogon stood up.
“No, well, you’re completely wrong,” he said, “I just write poetry to throw my mean callous heartless exterior into sharp relief. I’m going to throw you off the ship anyway. Guard! Take the prisoners to number three airlock and throw them out!”
Not from memory
88- Perfect, the muse of indecision, cartoons, and laughs. (cont.82) He looks like a tall kangaroo almost. But he has a long tail, wavy arms, and spiky hair.You can only see the outline of him and the rest is blurry colors (but you can see his shadow still) he has long feathered wings that are green and fade to white. He loves books and writing poetry, and writing fantasy stories!!!
94-
“What?” shouted Ford.
A huge young Vogon guard stepped forward and yanked them out of their straps with his huge blubbery arms.
“You can’t throw us into space,” yelled Ford, “we’re trying to write a book.”
“Resistance is useless!” shouted the Vogon guard back at him. It was the first phrase he’d learned when he joined the Vogon Guard Corps.
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don’t!
HEHE!!!!
Why are we putting stuff from H2G2?
97- why not?
I forgot “hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles.” Sorry.
99- How could you?
97-Because we are MBers.
101,980- Okaydokay.
We should have a H2G2 thread! Maybe somebody could have a Muse of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy!!
96-he could very well be promoted to shouting officer.
103- I’m sure he’d be pleased if he was.
Today Midnight is a cat and is the muse of procrastnation… Overall Midnight is the muse of many things but he will most likely settle on one… eventually
as I was reading thrue this thread I noticed that kokonilly asked on post 65 what a daemon is and all ignored it so…. be fore I go in to a long description of my muse I will attempt to describe a daemon The word derives from medieval spirits deemed to be neutral, that is, neither good (angels) nor evil (devils).
daemon
To the early Greeks, a god as he appeared in his dealings with humans. In classical times the word came to mean a lesser deity, inferior to the Olympians, but taking a personal interest in individuals. Each human was thought to have a good and evil daemon. A dæmon (pronounced “Dee-Muhn, word originating from the Greek “Δαίμων”) is a manifestation of a person’s soul in the Philip Pullman trilogy the golden compas.In those universes with physical dæmons, they exist external to the human in the form of animals representative of the person’s personality, although children’s dæmons may change form at whim. The bond between dæmon and human is intimate, and dæmons must remain within a small distance of their human (with the exception of witches); contact between a person and another person’s dæmon is taboo, although dæmons may touch each other.I think this later yous is what the musers are referring to but pleas correct me if I’m wrong. Now my muses name is lahuna she is a celestial maiden rides on the back of a dragon( only for special occasions) she wears constantly moving scarves and is muse of my conscience she speaks in my ear every time I try and steal cooky’s or do any other blasphemes act she is how ever always fighting with my daemon(his name is evrecatong) they both shode up in my room at the same time both wishing to be my familiar. I who am too kind of hart could not turn away ether so now I’m stuck with both….lahuna’s nick name is celesty
How do you combine the a and the e?
My daemon… well… it’s called Summer Lizzy.
Awright, my Muse has changed. I posted something about an eggplant-purple cat earlier, but I wasn’t quite thinking. She’s a black origami winged horse which has the power of motion. About two inches high, she gives me ideas for drawings. This usually happens in Spanish class, where I draw out the idea on my homework.
Her name is Odile Andante Assai, and she is the Muse of doodles.
I got her name from the ballet Swan Lake. Odile is the daughter of the evil sorcerer von Rothbart, and Andante and Assai came from track names on the score.
107- If you’re on a mac, it’s alt+apostrophe(‘). Otherwise, I don’t know.
I suppose my dæmon is probably a duck?
Demos is the Greek root for human or man. Damon means to tame in Ancient Greek.
Interesting, eh? Probably have nothing to do with Daemons, it just reminded me of it.
I told Osiris about the HG2G, and he found it very funny. I know because he opened his mouth and huffed, which is how he laughs. He asked me to add this:
“The knack of flying is learning to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
–HG2G
And I’m adding this:
Don’t you want to interrogate the prisoners, sir?” he squaled.
The Captain peered at him in bemusement.
“Why on Golgafrincham should I want to do that?” he asked.
“To get information out of them, sir! To find out why they came here!”
“Oh no, no, no,” said the Captain. “I expect they just dropped in for a quick jynnan tonnyx, don’t you?”
“But they’re my prisoners! I must interrogate them!”
The Captain looked at them doubtfully.
“Oh all right,” he said, “if you must. Ask them what they want to drink.”
A hard cold gleam came into Number Two’s eyes. He advanced slowly on Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent.
“All right, you scum,” he growled, “you vermin…” He jabbed Ford with the Kill-O-Zap gun.
“Steady on, Number Two,” admonished the Captain gently.
“What do you want to drink?!!” Number Two screamed.
“Well the jynnan tonnyx sounds very nice to me,” said Ford. “What about you, Arthur?”
Arthur blinked.
“What? Oh, er, yes,” he said.
“With ice or without?!” bellowed Number Two.
“Oh, with, please,” said Ford.
“Lemon??!!”
“Yes, please,” said Ford, “and do you have any of those little biscuits? You know, the cheesey ones?”
“I’m asking the questions!!!!” howled Number Two, his body shaking with apoplectic fury.
–HG2G
My Muse is a being named Lurline. She used to be the Muse of Modern Dance. She was the Færie Queen from the Oz Books, and she inspired me. My dæmon was a sea-jelly named Aah. However, at one point Lurline went into a strange rage, (we suspect possession) and ate Aah. At that point, a strange reaction occured. Dæmons and Muses are not supposed to combine their essences, and it had a wyrd effect. Lurline’s form now flickers from Færie to Luminous Blob. Due to an odd quirk, she became Muse of Discworld. Funny thing, life.
109 you can find out what your daemon is by going to the golden compass website… My deamon is a mouse named Gabriel
112 – really? I made mine up. *trots over to golden compass website*
I took the quiz. I’m:
“Spontaneous, modest, assertive, solitary, and inquisitive.”
I am therefore matched with the fox daemon.
Its name is Romulus.
I’m am “modest, assertive, fickle, spontaneous, and solitary.” So I’m matched with a male lion named Apollonious.
I just took it again, out of boredom. This time it says that I am “modest, assertive, spontaneous, shy, and a leader”. So I get a male racoon named Sergius.
Interesting.
112-Really? Froody. I’ll go try that…
Sorry to double post…
“Your profile reveals that you are: Spontaneous, solitary, fickle, inquisitive, and humble. You are therefore matched with a Gibbon Daemon.”
Hmm…I am spontaneous, fickle, and inquisitive, certainly, but I’m not very solitary and not at all humble
What is this site? Honestly, I don’t think I’ve encountered it. Does it have the twenty questions and the little slider thing?
Interesting. The site told me I’m “modest, fickle, assertive, spontaneous, and inquisitive” — seems those adjectives are cropping up quite a bit in this company. It assigned me an ermine named Tarquin as daemon.
118-Yes, it does. It’s the Golden Compass website, just google it.
119-I’m not at all surprised that most MBers are spontaneous and inquisitive, at least.
My daemon is a hare named Apollonious, or some such.
Let’s look what it says about me…
I am spontaneous, solitary, modest, inquisitive, and outgoing.
I am modest (I don’t know about that one), sociable, proud, a leader, and assertive. My daemon is a snow leopard named Calanon.
…
I prefer Osiris. He’s way cooler.
118 – Yup.
121 – Hey, your daemon has the same name as mine.
I wonder how it’s possible to be both solitary and outgoing.
123–I dunno…I’m super outgoing but I tend to be a leader, which is kind of a solitary position…and I rely on myself a lot.
Oh my. What a thread.
Well, if I CREATED a muse, it would not really be a muse ,would it? I mean, you need a muse to make a muse, does that make sense? The muse I’d probably use to create a new muse would be my *love and I don’t know whom I would create. I’ll have to think about it and get back to you.
*And I use the term loosley.
I am “Modest, assertive,solitary, dependable, and inquistive.” I have a tiger.
I just found the Dæmon website that someone on another thread posted (the one you get to by Googling “dæmon page”) and I am nearly certain I have found what my Dæmon is: an Ocelot.
This is the list of traits that people who have Ocelot dæmons usually have, according to that site:
-Can adapt to a variety of surroundings and situations
-Main requirement for a comfortable home is seclusion and peace
-Your attitude isn’t flamboyant, but still attractive and energetic
-Usually indecisive
-Do best handling small to medium-sized assignments, but will occasionally take on larger ones
-Tend to be solitary, but known to interact in pairs, or even show a frenetic need for attention
-Very secretive (FYI, this is a prevalent feline dæmon trait)
-Don’t regularly travel, but when you do, it’s not out of your general area
-Confine yourself to a humble-sized range
-How much of something you take depends on the thing and quality offered
-Like to be very factual when pursuing a goal, not letting fantasies take over until you’re in a completely relaxed state
-Considered valuable
-Do well living in close proximity to others, so long as they don’t pester you too much
-Have a distinct personality; unique
-The way you work through things varies, and you carry out this work mostly at nighttime
-Handle emotions well, and are willing to embrace them
-Sometimes feel that people just can’t give you a break
-Get what you’re after without much delay
-Finish things easily and quickly; agile thinker
-Though you’re excellent at thinking like a philosopher (spiritually and metaphysically), it’s something you rarely do, despite what others might assume
-Can survive in a dysfunctional setting
-Spend each day with the ones you care about most, but need alone time at night (female ocelot)
-Can perfectly “fade into the background”
-Able to (and often do) complete things without help (female ocelot)
-Will always go for what’s in abundance rather than searching for the better-but-hard-to-find
-Information about your past is lacking
-High strung and unpredictable
-Comedic, with a somewhat condescending humor
-More intimidating and powerful than your cousins, although you bear a striking resemblance
-Feel your imperfections are too obvious
-Pretty much never found in wide open, populated areas
-Possessive of what’s yours, and will defend your right to it (female ocelot)
-Take advantage of seasonal changes
-Your personal projects often die long before completion
-Suited to the task of pursuing, seeking out, and searching through things
-Can be very submissive or docile, but the more assertive you is what’s real; people would do best to not look down on you
-Shouldn’t be trusted with children
-Bit of a con artist
-Like your food fresh/not one to eat leftovers
-For all of your temperament, you can be amazingly vulnerable
-Affectionate, playful, and active
-If you find a “weak point” in something, you use it to your advantage
-Insatiable curiosity
-Won’t let on that you feel bad until you can’t hide it anymore
-‘Play rough’ with your friends
Almost all of those traits match me!
Now I just need a name for him. -bounces off-
My dæmon is an Ocelot and is named Aume (Ow-me). It was originally Aumoe, which means night, and then it was Aumoye, and then I settled on Aume.
Hmm. The daemon page. Most interesting.
I’m not sure of my personality. What can you tell, just from communicating with me here?
I don’t really know… Give a little discription, and I’ll build off of it…
131 – …Well, I’m
a little bitvery sarcastic at times, quirky, and maybe a wee bit arrogant…I’m a bit late in coming to this, I suppose, but my Muse is a charcoal-colored cat called Xadric.
My dæmon’s/Muse’s online name is ElleMyst. Her real name, however, is CrystlRain.
She hasn’t settled yet, though her preferred form looks a LOT like a Faerie Xweetok on Neopets.
She’s prone to mood swings. She’s really smart.
And that’s all I have right now…
my dæmon’s name would be…Zizar.
If a muse is a little thing that lives in your brain giving you inspiration, mine looks like this: