||[Aug. 16th, 2007|12:25 am]
In response to requests, you can read my new blog at secprac|
||[Jul. 30th, 2007|02:16 am]
Not bad, but time for an upgrade, and probably time to change the 3 year old Netgear router I'm using :)
||[Jun. 23rd, 2007|04:14 pm]
Your Score: ENFJ- The Teacher
You scored 90% I to E, 26% N to S, 33% F to T, and 31% J to P!
Your type is known as the teacher, or the educating mentor. You also belong to the larger group, called idealists. You tend to bring out the best in other people. You lead without seeming to do so. People are naturally drawn to you. You expect the very best from people which takes the form of enthusiastic encouragement which is so charming that people try their best not to disappoint you. You share your personality type with 3% of the population.
You need to feel a deep and meaningful connection to your romantic partners, and go to great lengths to understand and please your mate. Harmony is vitally important to you, and you often put others' needs before your own. You have a pretty thin skin and are easily hurt. Although you strive for harmony, when your values or ethics are violated, you can be very emotional, confrontational, and even punishing. However, you are very insightful about the underlying cause of conflicts, and an excellent communicator, so you have the tools to bring about a quick and peaceful resolution as long as you can keep control of your facilities. You want to be appreciated for your thoughtfulness and compassion. You need your partner to make a real effort to get to know you. Above all, you need to be able to express your feelings and have them taken seriously.
Your group summary: idealists (NF)
Your type summary: ENFJ
||[Mar. 10th, 2007|01:42 pm]
giddyfeet asked me the following questions:|
1. Who - in the celebrity world - is your ideal woman?
What a question.. I don't know what the celebrity women are like, it seems very hard to be "yourself" in the goldfish bowl-world of celebrity.
I have always had a soft spot for Michelle Pfeifer, and Minnie Driver.
2. What was your favourite cartoon as a child?
Top Cat. Without a doubt. They were all good though.
3. What is your relationship with your mother like?
Good I think. I've been lucky that I have parents who love me, but I know they worry about me too :)
4. Do you want more children?
Honestly, not really. I have a son who I am proud of, I feel that's enough. If I met the perfect woman who wanted more kids, I'd consider it.
5. What was your first job?
I was a saturday boy in "Holden's Hi-fi" in Cardiff. Wonderful.
If you want me to interview you, leave me a comment. Then lather, rinse, repeat in your own journal.
|Some will power
||[Mar. 10th, 2007|12:47 pm]
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
And a translation into modern english:
When I sit alone in silence and remember the past, I get depressed about all the things I don't have that I once strived for, and I add to old griefs new tears for all the valuable time I've wasted.
Then I can drown my eyes, which are not usually wet from crying, in tears for precious friends who are dead, and I can weep again for hurts in loves that are long since over and moan about the loss of many things I'll never see again.
Then I can grieve about grievances I never had time to let go of and allow myself to let go of sad feelings that I'd blocked out in the past, letting the pain go, and moving on, at last.
But if I think about you, my dear friend, while I'm doing all of this, I get back everything I'd lost, and all my sorrows end.
Good old Shakespeare.