Is anyone familiar with this kind of joke? Sometimes called “prejudiced triples,” it takes an an activity or trait and shows how one’s perception of it changes depending on distance from the speaker.
Showing is better than telling:
I am firm. You are stubborn. He is pig-headed.
(That’s the classic example, which we’ve seen attributed to Bertrand Russell, George Bernard Shaw, and someone called K. J. Stavronides.)
On MuseBlog, of course, the gender-specific “he” can be replaced with the gender-noncommital “en”:
I am thrifty. You are cheap. En is a tightwad.
I am eloquent. You are loquacious. En is a blabbermouthed bore.
And so on. Anyone want to add some?
First post?
I’ll give it a try.
I am funny. You are sarcastic. En is ridiculous.
Good one!
I am dedicated. You are obsessed. En is fanatical.
Yes, I am fanatical. Thank you for noticing.
I am obsessed.
I am tired. You are lazy. En is inert.
That’s probably wrong…
I have a pet. You have an animal. En has an annoyance.
I think “pet” could be replaced with “sibling” in most cases. (Including myself.)
Very true.
Although in that case, it would be more fitting to switch the last two.
I am hygienic. You are deodorized. En is smelly.
I am individual. You are a misfit. En is bizarre.
I am interesting. You are different. En is insane.
Unless, of course you consider insane to be a compliment…
I am peppy. You are overzealous. En is annoying.
I am romantic. You are sappy. En is mawkish.
I am good. You are great. En is flamablamablous.
I feel like this might be more apt:
I am flamablamablous. You are good. En is okay.
Well, not necessarily. I, for instance, wouldn’t describe myself as “really smart” or anything along those lines, but fellow classmates have introduced/referred to me as such. Just earlier today, a girl I know introduced me to her boyfriend, and said “she’s really intelligent”, or something along those lines, and I was just like, uhm, not really……
I guess it depends on how modest of a person we’re talking about.
I am schmazing. You are obtuse. En is infuriating.
I am traditional. You are old-fashioned. En lives in the past.
I am imaginative. You are distanced from the world. En is out of it.
I am laughing my head off. You are in hysterics. En has an odd sense of humor
I am not thinking straight. You are slow today. En is moronic.
I am a traveler. You are a visitor. En is a tourist.
I’m just a little out of it, today. You’re only misguided. Ze, though… Ze definitely needs to get zir priorities straight.
-A
I am energetic. You are hyper. En is on drugs.
I am jolly, you are obese, he gives out presents.
I am he. You are he. You are me. We are all together.
((Sorry. I know that’s not the correct format, but I just thought of that.))
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together!
I am chilled. You are highly flammable. En is on fire.
I’m a bit confused. You have no idea what I’m talking about. En dosen’t know English.
I am singing. You are making awful noise. En needs to go away.
Aw, and I clicked submit to soon!
I am hungry. You are starving. En is dead.
I am witty. You are humorous. En thinks they’re funny.
i Prepare for the AlpacaLips !
Hello, Fireh’s dad!
Okay, I just deleted a very convoluted and bizarre sounding post, in favor of a much more intelligent sounding welcome.
Welcome to the ‘blog!
I’m Luna, resident Harry Pottermaniac and one of a handful of college students on the ‘blog.
Hello! Welcome f&h’s dad! I’m Enceladus, resident moon dweller! *copies Luna*
Ooh, Fireh’s dad, your avatar looks very distinguished. Welcome!
The funny thing is that both Dad and I can raise one eyebrow, excactly like that……
Dad plans to be the resident pun-maker, and tells me that he is going for at least one pun in each pun.
There’s a long story behind his name.
I have poor eyesight. You cannot see very well. En is as blind as a bat.
I can raise one eyebrow too!
I can raise one eyebrow and wiggle my ears!
I am mildly interested. You are bored. En is asleep.
Greetings, friend. I am Silver Lining, resident Beatlemaniac and tired person. Welcome to MuseBlog! *pies*
Hello, I am someone who is 5,001 days old but apparently thought to be older by the GAPAs.
Hello, there. Welcome to the blog!
I am the resident… resident. And only on odd days.
I am excited, you are active, en is hyper…
My conjugation fun has been spoiled by the spanish vocab quiz. Now it’s a bit jumbled up in my head: Soy télephono. Es, um, er… I need work on this a bit more. *is not a telephone*
Make sure to spell telephone with an “f.” “Télefono”
Just in case that comes up on a test.
And also don’t forget that the accent is on the second “e” (in addition to “f” instead of “ph”).
teléfono
I think what a lot of people are missing is that I, you, and en are exactly the same. My brother kind of missed that.
I am charmingly absent-minded. You are amusingly flaky. En is a total airhead.
I am in an awkward stage. You are an ugly duckling. En is hideous beyond all belief.
hee hee hee
I am mildly irritating. You are extremely annoying. En ( Pseudo ) is a Demon of Recticulation.
I enjoy these. You think these are funny. En has a strange sense of humor.
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I am well-behaved. You are a teacher’s pet. En is a suck-up.
Ouch!
I am a photographer, you take pictures, en makes snapshots.
31(Er, ahem, AlpacaLips)- indeed. Note to others: me and Dad like photography.
I am awesome. You are cool. En is okay.
I am someone. You are a nobody. En is nonexistent.
I have high self-esteem. You are conceited. En is a braggart.
I am a child at heart. You are young for your age. En is a baby.
I am sycophantic. You are critical. En is a disparaging buffoon.
I am alluring. You are unappealing. En is repulsively grotesque.
Sycophantic?
Yup. And I quote…”A servile self-seeker who attempts to win favor by flattering influential people.”
Don’t worry, I’m surprised, too.
I am eccentric. You are fanatical. En is crazy.
I am slightly eccentric. You are unconventional. En is weird.
I am right. You are self-righteous. En is an unjustified maniac.
I am unique. You are rebellious. En is throwing wads of duct tape and screaming “JUSTICE FOR THE TOMATOES!”
(Okay, that made no sense whatsoever.)
No, but it was funny.
I was going to say “rebellious.” (But definitely funny.)
Oh, is it not normal to throw wads of duct tape and scream “JUSTICE FOR THE TOMATOES!”?
Just kidding…
Someone has to look out for the tomatoes, after all.
Yes! Throw wads of duct tape, not tomatoes.
I am exuberant. You are manic. En needs to be locked up.
Yes, I do need to be locked up. Feel free to do so, preferably somewhere where the concept of school does not exist and also somewhere possessed of lots and lots of books and unlimited internet access. But no school. And no papers. And no tests. That sounds wonderful…..
Books without papers? *is feeling contradictory*
I especially like Shadowfire’s self-righteous one, (coughcough*mikothepaladincough* (No, I’m not obsessed with OOTS) :D) and Kai’s Tourist one.
I need to think of some…
I am special. You are a choklit addict. En is a crazy tomato-throwing FREAK!
First try.
I am popular. You are cool. En is a copycat.
I am a romantic. You are flirty. En is a heartbreaker.
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I am clever. You are cunning. En is diabolical.
I am persistent. You are mildly annoying. En is a pain-in-the-neck.
I am enjoying myself. You are too interested. En is a fangirl/boy.
(Wrote that one while watching Code Geass…. XD)
I am not average. You are strange. En is a MuseBlogger.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking milk when I read the last one.
I am calm. You are dull. En is an exact copy of Arthur Dent.
I would feel very complimented to be called an exact copy of Arthur Dent.
Who’s Arthur Dent? *is clueless*
I’ve only read the first four. Darn Kindle doesn’t have Mostly Harmless.
In my opinion, Mostly Harmless was a bit of a let-down.
I didn’t know it existed for a long time, because the copy that my dad bought a long time ago only had the first four.
I was mostly joking.
Actually, I haven’t read HG2G. No surprises there…*ducks pies*
*gasp* Main character of HG2G!
Protagonist of the 6 books of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy.
The protagonist in the HG2G series.
*cowers in corner* Okay, okay, okay! Sorry, y’all……
No, I have not read H2G2 (and at the risk of more rocks/pies/other flying objects I will say: But I did see the movie! *prepares to be attacked as I would attack someone who said similar about HP* ).
And given the location I am at, I realize in retrospect that perhaps it would have been advisable to have done a google search as asking who Arthur Dent was on this ‘blog could be likened to walking into a gaggle of rabid HP fans and asking who Harry Potter is……
I will try and get around to reading those books sometime this summer…..If I’m lucky. If I actuallyhave time to do anything this summer but work (didn’t last, so probably won’t this, either…..).
Harry who?
I haven’t either, it’s all right.
He who wants tea.
He’s just this guy, you know?
I started reading the first HG2G yesterday. I thought it was about time I should.
I am insightful. You are aware. En is meddlesome.
First try, so I’m not sure if it works.
I am deep. You are a thinker. En is a poseur.
I am detail-oriented. You are finicky. En is obsessive-compulsive.
I am a space nerd. You are a fanatic. En is ready to jump on the next flight.
I am loyal. You are clingy. En is co-dependent.
I am a performance artist. You are a vandal. En is Kokopelli.
I enjoy reading this thread. You check it too often. En’s life revolves around it.
I’m not skilled. You are clumsy. En is a public hazard.
I am irritated. You are angry. En is on trial for murder.
I am strange. You are crazy. En has been burned at the stake because en is a witch!
Is that right, or is the end one too long? (A.K.A: Does it work?)
Are there rules here? I never noticed.
That sounds fine. Except would someone really be saying they’re strange after being burned at the stake?
I am always right. You are never right. En is argumentative.
That one’s in honor of my dad.
Meh. Sounds like my dad. Thinks he’s always right and that I’m an argumentative little, erm, snot.
I listen to music. You listen to noise. En listens to wailing banshees.
I am suspicious. You are gulliable. En has been staring at the ceiling all class period trying to figure out the joke.
((And…you’ll probably only get this one if you’ve fallen for that trick already. xD ))
It was the biggest thing in my Intermediate School back in fifth grade.
I like you. You love me. En is getting married.
I smile. You grin. Ens face is scaring me.
I am playful. You are rambunctious. En threw food at Michelle Obama.
I enjoy the literary merits of the Bard. You like Shakespeare. En read Romeo and Juliet to suck up to the teacher.
I delight in nature’s wonders. You enjoy camping. En is a caveman.
I am invisible. You are unnoticeable. En is… wait, who?
*sigh* So true…
*coughmecough**
I am paying attention in class. You are staring into space. En is snoring.
I am a believer in the chaos theory. You never clean up. En can’t find ens desk anymore.
I have trouble finding my way around. You have the sense of orientation of a dyslexic (not meant offensively to any dyslexic people!) sofa. En doesn’t know what continent en’s on.
I have trouble concentrating. You forgot what this was about. En … Look, a flying whale!*
*Okay, I know the last one doesn’t really work.
It works for me! It made me laugh.
I observe chemical reactions that release heat. You light fires. En is a pyromaniac.
I am slightly dyslexic. You can’t spell “your.” En is 25, and in 1st grade.
I am nice. You ar mean. En is crying because en has been insulted so much.
I am six feet under. You are pushing daisies. En has kicked the bucket.
LBK, could you please stop posting by replying to the most recent comment? Please?
I second the motion.
I am a victim. You are unlucky. En is a whiner.
I am sensitive. You are emotional. En is a crybaby.
I am polite. You are affected. En is precious.
I blog. You surf. En trolls.
I am intelligent. You are an elitist. En is socially inept.
I have a sense of perfection. You have a tendency to correct. En is OCD.
Has OCD.
Whoops. Guess my sister was wrong, then…
I like adventure. You have an appetite for trouble. En is in my French class.
I discover off-beat, clever gems on the Internet. You need a life. En is clogging up my Inbox with an endless stream of rubbish.
I can be irritable at imes. You are very grumpy. En is a snarling beast.
I will burn your cows.
You will explode my cows.
En will rocket my bovine friends straight into the stratosphere as minute pieces of shrapnel.
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I am cute.
You are mildly sickening.
En’s sweetness is immediately vomit-inducing.
On the second one, I’m thinking that that’s a bit insulting to yourself…
I am a pondering the answer to th Ultimat Question of Life, the Univers, and Everything. You are thinking about something. En is spaced out.
I am MuseBlogging. You are procrastinating. En wants to fail Geography.
I have interesting friends. You hang out with the wrong crowd. En is a bunny sympathiser.
I like maths. You are obsessed with geometry. En worships Pythagoras.
I want to know what OCD means ((I actually do)). You thinks it means “Orange Chocolate Dogs”. En is ignorant and should be thrown off MuseBlog.
I am funny. You have a morbid sense of humor. En should stop writing smiley stories and get a life.
OCD= Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
OCD is obsessive-compulsive disorder, in case you do want to know.
I am creative. You are artsy. En doodles obsessively (I do!)
I like to think deep thoughts. You are dreamy. En is staring into space.
I am energized. You are hyper. En is bouncing off the wall.
I am literary. You are bookish. En has no life.
I am clever enough to discover the best available opportunity to catch up on sleep. You shouldn’t stay up so late at parties. En is snoring.
I happen not to be the most graceful. You might want to work on your pirouettes. En can’t dance.
I follow my own vision. You march to the beat of a different drummer. En is a weirdo.
I am verbal. You like word. En no have grammar.
I am pretty. You are a cover model. En is making boys faint.
I love this game. You are constantly on it. En is losing sleep because of it.
I am annoyed. You are pulling out your hair. En is enraged and throwing whatever happens to be nearest.
I am selective of my friends. You are lonely. En is a hermit.
I like you. You love en. En worships me.
I am sort neat. You are messy. En can’t see the floor of en’s room.
I am talking to much. You are a chatterbox. En won’t let anyone else talk.
I am an omnivore. You are the opposite of a vegetarian. En eats cute animals.
I apologize for my past self.
I like you. You love me. En has co-dependency issues.
I’m unfriendly when provoked. You bite people’s heads off. En can’t find anymore ping-pong partners ((yes, there’s a story behind that)).
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I have unique opinions. You have strange beliefs. En listens to the Beach Boys. ((Sorry, any possibly existent Beach Boys fans))
lol, my parents went to listen to the Beach Boys when they performed at the state fair back in August……Yeah, the Beach Boys came to the Alaska State Fair….
I raise my own food. You eat nice animals that live in your backyard. En eats their pets.
I take advantage of new technology. You should spend less time on the computer. En is addicted to facebook.
I am epic. You are egotistical. En has delusions of grandeur.
I am coughing. You are sick. En should be rushed to the hospital before en projectiles en’s liver.
I am bothersome sometimes. You are very annoying. En is a fatuous jackanapes ( Definition 2a on merriamwebster . com. )
I need a new avatar. Your avatar is unspeakably vacuous. En’s avatar makes one *headdesk* whenever one sees it.
*hurries off to get new avatar*
I want a boyfriend. You are increasingly desperate. She has “zaps” all over her body which she is constantly looking at.
I have self-control. You are irritatingly logical. En is Spock with an indefinite wet-blanket complex.
((Bad, I know, but I’ve never been much good at this game.))
What are…”zaps”? Is it the backwards of “spaz”?
Zap is a game where someone writes the name of a guy on your hand and if you look before a given time, you have to ask him out.
And the whole point of the game is to look at your hand anyway.
Ahh…I have never heard of it. Seems pretty stupid
It is, especially when 12-year-olds are doing it on a bus headed to a band competition.
I find joy in laughter. You are hysterical. En is a maniac.
I am staring at something. You are drooling puddles. En is in a self-induced coma.
I am in the road. You are in a car speeding toward me at 90 mph. En went splat.
I am crazy. You are insanely spaztic. En is running around quacking like a duck.
I do that all the time!
I run around pretending to be a Viking…Does that count?
I am cold. You are fridged. En is standing on the north pole wearing shorts and a tank-top after swimming in the arctic ocean.
This is fun!
I need to work on my time-management skills. You procrastinate. En is currently starting the major project that’s due tomorrow.
I am enjoying music. You are listening to your iPod. En is loudly singing along to music no one else can hear.
I am attractive. You are average-looking. En is unbearably hideous.
I share others’ wisdom with my nearest and dearest. You pass on chain emails. En wastes people’s time with stupid spam.
87- As long as it works out…
These are obviously not based on personal experience at all…
I believe that there is more to life than doing homework. You are slightly behind. En hasn’t done any english homework since term started and is using NaNoWriMo as any excuse to procrastinate.
I have a relaxed attitude to scholastic pressure. You don’t study for tests. En relies on miracles.
I avoid burn-outs. You minimize your workload. En has calculated how much en needs to do to pass in advance and will not do an iota more.
I’m slightly below average in classes. You are in danger of flunking. En needs a miracle.
I am good at finding interesting things to better occupy my time. You procrastinate. En is yet to be seen working.
I’m a talented story-teller. You make unlikely excuses. En’s homework has been eaten by a piranha.
I’m a talented story-teller. You have been to your grandmother’s funeral seventeen times. En has a doctor’s excuse from class due to damage of brain damage by boredom.
I attempt to minimize my boredom. You find ways to put your time to better use. En cuts classes.
I am studying latin. You are staring at the wall. En is hibernating.
Soy una chica muchacha estupenda hablante multas lenguas. Tu hablas español. En has no clue what the previous two sentences mean.
I do not dwell on small details while writing my great works. You need to read your papers over more than once. En can’t spell.
All those lovely things In associate with school…
I’m reading this thread while doing homework, and practically half of them are about procrastination! It’s like MuseBlog is trying to guilt-trip me!
I my whole math class on the third perspective of the burn-out one one time. My teacher had no idea what he was doing when he gave me that syllabus and grading sheet…
I take necessary safety precautions. You are overly cautious. En is cowering in a pillow fort with a lifetime supply of water.
I cannot say that basketball is my best sport. You are terrible at basketball. En has attempted to punt the basketball into the hoop. (I’ve seen people try to do this.)
I’m snot great at ball games. You need to work on your hand-eye combination. En shot a hoop in volleyball.
I have yet to find someone special. You are in love with someone. En has everyone drooling.
I am on Museblog. You are procrastinating. En is never going to get his work done if he keeps on goofing off.
I like this… Double standards are fun.
Oh no. I didn’t even read yours, Maths Lover! Great minds think alike, don’t think I was copying you!
I giggle at nothing. You laugh at bad things. En is scaring me.
I have an e-mail. You like books better. En is on the bottom of the evolutionary tree.
I like the petting zoo. You have 20,000 kittens. En got surgery to be cuter.
I wear a hat inside. You are to warm. En is suffocating and overheating at the same time.
I like paper. You like plastic. En takes both and leaves the grocer in tears.
I tell the cashier, “surprise me!”
Combining the six-word story with the conjugation game? Interesting.
I rest. You sleep. En snores.
I am playing with a paper clip. You are typing on word about a yard sale using only your spelling words. En is watching a sappy, boring soap-opera.
(I am playing with a paper clip. My sister is typing about a yard sale using only her spelling words. My mom is watching a soap opera.)
I am currently on on the computer.. You are reliving the olden days in a hyped-up fantasy world. En is rambling on and on about nothing, just like the crossing guard en saw yesterday.
(Once again my family is guilty. Who would’ve known!)
Actually, these aren’t supposed to be 3 different people. The point is to describe the same trait from three different points of view.
I have a creative mind. You have slightly bizarre ideas. En is writing fanfiction about the Scarlet Letter, part of which is set in the year 3000. (No, of course I’d never do that….)
I stuck a perfume strip in my pocket. You smell fragrant. En reeks of perfume.
Hey Keiffer, I smell like Lola!
Smelllike Lola! How do you smell like her?!
Lola, the perfume by Marc Jacobs. Mwaha.
I am planning my approach to homework. You are taking a short break. En is procrastinating on MB.
I have difficulties adjusting my schedule to fit my needs.
You have a tendency to procrastinate.
En hasn’t started the presentation due tomorrow.
I have different values. You are lazy. En is flunking english- taught as a foreign language.
I have strange reactions to severe pressure. You recite your presentation to a potted plant. En comes here to procrastinate whenever en is in deep cake.
I have a medieval approach to the written word. You believe that the content is the most important part of an essay. En can’t spell.
I, like, adore, like, hanging out with, like, the coolest girls and, like, teh hottest guys in, like, the entire school. You’re worst nightmare is breaking a nail. En plays “Actor, Popstar, Brand” instead or “Country, City, River”*.
*Does anyone know that game?
I’m actually flunking english right now, because of my “different values”, and possibly some “laziness”.
I take productive breaks from work. You need to improve your time management skills. En is a huge procrastinator.
I don’t like the way you point at me when you say “en”…
Actually, I’m procrastinating right now, so goodbye.
I wasn’t talking about you… What? Of course I’m not procrastinating at the moment…
Well, yes, I suppose you too. Season 4 already?
And how many finals do you have left? Resolved face, Luna…
Three. Organic chem and spanish on Wednesday, Genetics on Thursday, fly home god awful early Friday, and probably not come on MB much at all until next semester starts mid January……..
I am a diplomat. You are afraid of conflict. En is so passive en’s name should be Julian.
Haha.
Fear trombonists.
Okay, I admit I stole this one, but it was so good.
I am appreciative. You are obsessive. En is a fangirl.
I painted my nails a pretty shade of fuschia. You are patting an oddly-coloured bunny. En has been bunnified.
I spend more time on R&R than RRSSSSs. You rarely visit the RRSSSS thread. En killed it single-handedly.
I am surprised how weird that sounded. You need some sleep. En is mad.
I am delicately hinting that MuseBloggers return to a certain thread. You are driving everyone insane. En just typed “REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE
” on BA:TNG.
I like Edward Cullen. You have no taste in guys. En is going out with a boy on en’s bus.
I am clever. You are of average intelligence. En is the last word in stupidity.
I am very clean. You could do with a scrub behind the ears. En is downright filthy.
I speak politely. You curse occasionally. En lets loose swearwords when en stubs en’s toe.
Gee, this is fun…
I am very amusing. You tell lame jokes. En just stares at people.
I enjoy reading. You read assigned books. En can spell “cat” in three tries.
I do my homework. Yours is sometimes late. En’s book report on Cat in the Hat is overdue.
I am healthy. You are allergic to peanuts. En sneezes at the mention of a cat.
I eat carefully. You sometimes splatter. En spears chicken on en’s toenails.
I am mentally healthy. You are eccentric. En has named each of en’s toenail clippings after en’s favorite TV characters and tucks them into bed each night.
I eat pasta. You eat fried anchovies and mushrooms. En eats something that he found at the back of his locker a few months ago.
Um….disgusting, Kokopelli!
I will burn your cows. You will combust my heifers. En will rocket my bovine friends into the stratosphere as minute pieces of shrapnel.
108–I’m not going to let you near my cows…:)
I have sensible, practical political views. You belong to the opposite party. En is a flat-out extremist.
I like candy. You have a sweet tooth. En can’t function without sugar.
I believe that fashion is irrelevant. None of your clothes fit. En wears rags.
I’m a night owl. You stayed up all night. En fell asleep during class.
I am unique. You are weird. En is stark raving mad.
I am courageous. You are outgoing. En is timid.
I ordered pepperoni. You ordered green peppers and mushrooms.En ordered anchovies, pineapple, and sashimi.
The first one of those is me when I’m with people that I know well and am comfortable being around. The following describes me when I’m not:
I am somewhat uncomfortable in some social situations. You are somewhat shy. En is hiding behind ens hair and dosen’t talk.
I like MuseBlog. You are too attached to various members of the MuseBlogosphere. En makes elaborate plans involving HPBs to stalk and thereby Kokon with frequent posters.
I am slightly uncomfortable. You are wearing a winter coat inside. En hasn’t gotten out of bed and has the heating blanket on high.
I am less than exciting. You are boring. En is popular.
I pay attention to my acessories. You would, like, die, if you, like had the wrong color socks on under your boots. En is a barbie girl.
Yes, en is.
I take life at a relaxed pace. You are a tad lazy. En rarely lifts a finger.
I like the computer. You are addicted to MuseBlog. En spends all en’s time staring at a screen and thinking up stupid senseless smiley stories.
You say that like it’s a bad thing…
“You” sounds like me.
I am a little worn down from my productive day. You are fighting to stay awake. En is snoring.
I am smart. You annoy people with random factoids. En is a nerd.
Aren’t we all nerds here, one way or another? I, for instance, am a Pokemon nerd and proud of it, by the way.
I’m not a nerd and I hate being called a nerd. *goes in corner and cries*
But…if you get Muse doesn’t that automaticly make you a nerd?
I’m kidding. But don’t you hate the stereotypical image of nerds=glasses, braces, pimples, short, and most of all, BOYS?!?!?! I mean, who said girls can’t be nerds?!
You are a nerd. You like maths. You are a MuseBlogger. But yes, I hate it when people say I look like a nerd. I DON’T! So I can’t be bothered wearing contacts or make-up and I think I’d look terrible if I dyed my hair blonde. So what? I have a popular friend or two. I’ve been known to fall asleep in class. It often annoys me when someone says they’re incredibly anti-popular…
Anway, this is turning into a rant, so I’ll stop.
LBK– I’ve always thought it’s harder for guys to be really nerdy, and the stereotypical image of female nerds seems to be anyone who doesn’t look like a carbon copy of their friends, if that makes sense. There’s been times when I’ve been going to sit with my nerd friends and noticed how different they look from each other compared to people sitting around them. The girls in my maths class share a certain look, however.
118.1- You make it sound like SR thought Enceladus was a girl.
I hate it when my friend calls me a nerd, is all. And, um, I don’t actually get Muse.
Ummm….SudoRandom and Pseudo…kind of, SudoRandom and I met at camp and that’s how I found out about it…yeah. He asked me, “Are you on MuseBlog?” ( trying to find out if Enceladus was at the camp? ) and I said “No, but I know what that is,” ( i.e. I assumed it was Muse‘s blog ) and…well, I forget, but yeah. Anyway, I sometimes read Muse when Pseudo brings it home from the library. We’re sisters. And I used to get Muse. *goes to random thread to post about Tiffany and Laney conspiracy theory*
Cool. Like my new avatar?
This is somewhat random and totally late, but even though I call myself a nerd all the time, admit to being one freely, and have been called by my sister several times without caring, I still felt rather wounded when an… acquaintance called me a nerd. It’s the intent behind the words that hurts, not the word itself.
I like pink. You like pink clothing. En looks like an HPB.
I am smart enough to hide from the bunnies. You try to fade into the background. En is standing in plain sight, shell-shocked.
I have an itch. You are constantly scratching your arm. En has fleas.
You made me laugh maniacally! *is still laughing*
117.1- Exactly. Which means people think you suck at chess if you wear hot pink nail polish… I beg to differ
I’m an inner nerd. I’d really prefer to discuss the slipstream (fast than light travel) in Andromeda, but we can talk about some behind her back if you want to too.
I’m serene. You have strange reactions to pressure. En has spent the last hour building a lego pyramid for reasons yet unknown to mankind.
I enjoy nature. You have a green thumb. En’s room looks like a jungle.
I am often disinclined to profit from the full benefit of my school classes. You enjoy finding alternative amusements when your teachers lectures fail to amuse you.
En doesn’t pay attention in class.
I am usually merely being physically and not mentally present at school. You believe in alternative learning strategies. En sleeps through en’s classes.
I often finish my work at a tardy date. You procrastinate. En hasn’t finished en’s finger paintings for Kindergarten.
I sing. You howl. En has a bright future at Guantanamo Bay. (works two ways)
What about a positive one for once?
I’m cheery. You’re happy. En’s dancing on the ceiling.
Doesn’t really have the flair…
I treat Alanna like a friend. You are overly attached to your flute. En is trying to teach a flute to type. (Really. The following is a message from Alanna: Hi, MuseBlog! [I had to hold down the shift key for her to make the exclamation point.])
Sometimes you can be strange. I am looking at you like you are tap-dancing on top of a hot-air balloon. En should be kindly shut away with everyone who is as obviously off their nut as en is.
( Not you, Ducky
It just came to mind. )
I am a little bit disorganized. You are kind of messy. En has made a pigsty.
I use the internet a bit more than most. You are always on. En has no life offline.
I enjoy walks. You are a cross country nerd. En is an exercise freak.
123, number 2 – Definitely true for me.
I am an individual. You have a strange sense of fashion. En is wearing polka-dotted bloomers atop their head.
I use wishful thinking. You need to find a fake beard store. En likes to steal en’s cousin’s goatee.
For everyone else’s benefit, this did make sense earlier. (Actually, it still makes sense to me.)
Hey, it makes sense to me, too. That’s why I posted it.
I am evident. You are obvious. En is practically glowing.
I like to read.
You are glued to books.
En freaks out (in a good way, might I add) when she puts in a Border’s order, then changes her FB status to a different variant of “AGGGGGHHHH!!!! MY BOOKS ARE COMING SOON!!!!!!!” every two seconds, then gets mad when en has to wait longer to get them because of a snow storm.
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P.S.- I am “en”. I ordered two field guides about foraging and edible wild plants and I am DYING to get them.
Sooo, that would be the reason for you post on Our Reclusive Gardens…?
I am very energetic. You are extremely hyper. En needs to be sedated immediately for their safety and the safety of those around en.
I am slightly concerned. You are freaking out. En is hysterical. (I’m talking about MB not loading for awhile. GAPAs, why was that?)
I am annoyed. You are angry. En is throwing pillows/cushions/knives/whatever happens to be nearest to en.
I like pokemon. You have all the cards and action figures. Whenever en has to go somewhere, en says “Menu, pokemon, Fly!” very loudly.
I am on a computer that is loading slowly. You are shouting mild language at your computer screen En is whacking it with a hammer and shouting “Bad machine” in a Liverpudlian accent in hopes that the computer will log en in.
I was lucky enough to have in my possession a large amount of sugary food. You ate several chocolate bars and Girl scout cookies, and still have chocolate pudding, candy canes, and several pieces of hard candy awaiting you. En is going to develop cavities shortly.
Sounds like me. I’m quivering with sugar highness. Is that even a word? Am I clogging up the recent comments bar? Definitely.
I understand that even Mrs S’s piles of math homework are less time-consuming that what we get for English. You like math. En loves it so much en put it in en’s blog name, wants to know which people have math class together but doesn’t know who anyone’s English teacher is, and like math tests beacause en finds them relaxing.
(And I wonder why people freak out when i talk about the two subjects I love even more than maths.)
I don’t mind the occasional bad word. Your favourite quotes are not MuseBlog-suitable. En sounds like the boys at _________’s.
I make the occasional list. You write down everything you need to remember, ever. En is… wait, where did you go… all I see is that pile of paper?!
I am real. You are obvious. En is so brightly colored, the universe looks desaturated in comparison.
I’m writing my Screnzy. You’re taking a short break. En’s doing a survivor/firefly/Star Trek Enterprise/Andromeda tv marathon.
I need motivation. You aren’t living up to your potential. En is a loser.
I’m taking a breather. You are being lazy. En never does any work.
I’m competent. You’re alright. En is a dolt.
I can do it. You need instructions. En shouldn’t be allowed near it.
I appreciate nature. You are a hippie tree-hugger. En is feral.
All of those apply to me in one way or the other, epecially the last two.
I am on MuseBlog. You are on that one website you go to. En is on a cult blog that plans to take over the world.
I recognize my good points. You are proud. En’s model of the solar system has enself in the center.
I recognize the limited importance of school. You procrastinate. En has a parent angry at her and is under the threat of going to her father’s office tomorrow and still isn’t working.
Guess who I am? Ugh. Off to work…
I am a good student. You are a teacher’s pet. En is pretending to like Commerce class.
I like reviving dead threads. You are totally obsessed with this thread. En is going to post an army of zombies and yell about how this thread has been dead for nearly two months unless something distracts en.
Oh, look, a pink bunny! *doesn’t post zombies*
I make occasional typos. You spend hours trying to figure out why that little arrow moves back and forth sometimes (cursor!). En doesn’t know what a calculator is.*
*En was a math teacher. We hope it was just a translation problem.
I keep an eye on my favorite threads. You visit them sporadically. En vanishes for years at a time.
I like this thread! You kinda forgot about it. En looked at the recent comments bar and said, “Conjugation Game? What’s that?”
(I actually did. :oops:)
I like Doctor Who. You are obsessed. En has attempted to eat fish sticks and custard.
(Seriously, I wonder what they taste like … ew. Not going to try.)
I’ve found several videos of people eating them. Apparently it’s weird, but not horrid.
I am taking a break from writing my paper. You are going to finish the paper by the due date. En is lazy.
I only have 2 weeks left of high school. You only have one week left of high school. En thinks en is already done with high school.
Are you calling me lazy?!
Just kidding, I know I am. Oops…
I am a poet. You write poetry. En thinks en’s deep.
I enjoy good food. You overeat. En is a glutton.
I enjoy good video games. You spend all your time playing video games. En is a video game addict.
I invest wisley. You are frugal. En is stingy.
I read excellent books. You read mediocre books. En reads Twilight.
(Each of these is meant to be taken seperately. Neither the “me” nor the “you” in question read Twilight.)
I am too cool to dance. You are choreographically challenged. En shames the word “dance” and makes me want to cry for en’s lack of dancing skills.
[Editorial note: “ens,” the possessive form of the pronoun “en,” does not require an apostrophe.]
(Ah. Thank you. Sorry.)
Trabajabamos! Sorry-whenever someone says conjugation that’s what I think of.
My room is cleanliness challenged. Your room is messy. A person has to wade in ens room.
I think it would be interesting to try to write an entire post using these things. You think that conjugating an entire post would be interesting. En thinks en’s interesting.
I’m having difficulty deciding what to say. You don’t have anything to say right now. En never has anything interesting to say.
I’ve decided to try to post different degrees on a spectrum; you’ll see what I mean. You say you want to post different degrees of a spectrum, but I don’t know what that spectrum is or even what you really mean. En is confusing.:
I can’t understand why everyone is so difficult to understand. You’re strange/unique/different. En is a bit… not quite all there, you know? (Or, “En is a total weirdo/freak.”).
I’m unique and interesting. You’re… You know. Strange. Different. En is a lunatic.
I’m strange. You’re insane. En should be kept away from normal people.
I’m insane. Get away from me! Lock en up in an assylum, right now!
I’m not really sure why I posted that. You posted pointlessly. En said nothing interesting in an entire long post.
I’d like to note that that wasn’t based on anyone in particular; I was just thinking about people’s different attitudes toward strangeness. You don’t tend to base your observations on real people. En keeps making unfounded accusations!
((This is about en)).
I am honest. You are blunt and sometimes rather rude. En is cruel.
I am done. You are finished. Yay, en has finally stopped rambling!
I listen to music. You listen to Fall Out Boy. En listens to Justin Bieber.
I just let my personal views get into this post. You always force your opinion. En is more opinion-spewing than Bill O’Reilly.
I am weird. You are mildy strange. En is a fringe-wannabe.
I am random. You are cliched. En is predictable.
I am sensitive. You are teary. En is a crybaby.
I try to be tough. You are unemotional. En doesn’t care about anything.
I am complicated. You are contradictory. En is a hypocrite.
I am a daydreamer. You are spacey. En is reality-challenged.
I desire greatness. You want needlessly. En is ungrateful.
I despise sugaring things over. You despise courtesy. En just despises.
I am an introvert. You are anti-social. En hates people.
Those all kind of describe me.
I like to cuddle with my cavies. You carry your guinea pigs everywhere. En has a rodent problem.
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I am amazing. You are average. En certainly has a twisted view of the world.
154.1- Interesting… I was describing me.
I love non-human animals. You are prefer non-human animals to humans. En hates humans.
I love animals. You love birds. Ducky loves ducks.
(Is that allowed?)
I am egalitarian. You are socialist. En is communist.
I am interesting. You are frightening. En is dangerous.
I am logical. You are apathetic. En is a computer.
I am focused. You are narrow minded. En is wearing blinders.
I am. You were. En will be.
I am affectionate. You are a flirt. En is a shameless hussy.
I feel terrible. You have a slight cold. En is perfectly fine.
I am active. You are overactive. En is hyperactive.
I am passionate. You are overzealous. En is an extremist.
I am dignified. You are pretentious. En is stuck-up.
I am bookish. You are a bibliophile. En is in oblivious to the non-written.
(I personally consider none of these insulting.)
I am thrifty. You are stingy. En is an obssesive miser.
I have moments of schadenfreude. You seem to enjoy other people’s pain. En is a sadist. (Such a lovely word, by the way. Schadenfreude, schadenfreude…)
I like (thing). You are obsessed with it. En is a fangirl.
I am an artist. You are creative. En won’t stop doodling in class.
I am writing my french-history paper. You technically aren’t taking a break from said paper*. En is downloading Disney and AVPM songs and planning to go running.
*Because you haven’t started yet.
It’s good to see this thread light up again. Should I make a new version?
Yes, definitely! There’s no excuse for passing up such
an ample opportunity for procrastinationa valuable grammatical lesson.I am enjoying my vacation. You are being lazy. En is inanimate.