Star Wars explained by a 3-year-old.


Star Wars Explained by a 3-year-old!

I'm a Two

Your Score: 4- the Individualist

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you chose BY - your Enneagram type is FOUR (aka "The Romantic")

"I am unique"

Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.

How to Get Along with Me

• Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.


• Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.


• Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.


• Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.


• Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!

What I Like About Being a FOUR

• my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level


• my ability to establish warm connections with people


• admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life


• my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor


• being unique and being seen as unique by others


• having aesthetic sensibilities


• being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me

What's Hard About Being a FOUR

• experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair


• feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved
  


• feeling guilty when I disappoint people


• feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me


• expecting too much from myself and life


• fearing being abandoned



• obsessing over resentments


• longing for what I don't have

FOURs as Children Often

• have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games


• are very sensitive


• feel that they don't fit in


• believe they are missing something that other people have



• attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.


• become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood
  


• feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)

FOURs as Parents

• help their children become who they really are


• support their children's creativity and originality


• are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings



• are sometimes overly critical or overly protective


• are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed

Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele

The Enneagram Made Easy

Discover the 9 Types of People

Harper
SanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages

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Hilarious

Packers Tell Fans They Gave Favre to a Nice Farm Family

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

When I visited my friend Maureen in Arizona, we were waxing nostalgic and listening to some of the music we loved in college. She put Concrete Blonde's greatest hits CD in her car's player and we were tooling around town singing along. One of my favories, "Tomorrow Wendy" came on and I mentioned to her that she should make sure this song is played at my funeral. Then the bridge came:

"I told the priest,
don't count on any second coming.
God got His ass kicked
the first time He came down here slumming.
He had the balls to come
the gall to die
and then forgive us.
No I don't wonder why
I wonder what He thought it would get us."

Hmm, maybe not the best thing to play at a funeral of someone's whose family is still essentially Catholic.

In the words of Bill Lumberg, "Yeahh, that'd be great."

Viva Las Vegas (Or, I Love My New Digital Camera)

Captive Audience

One of my favorite work-week lunch haunts is Potbelly. The turkey and swiss sandwiches, chocolate malts and chocolate-chip oatmeal cookies are great, and I can always get through the line quickly (which frees up more book-reading time until my phone alarm goes off, sending me back to work for the remainder of the day).

In the location I visit (and I assume it's similar everywhere else), there's a small one-person-sized stage in the corner of the restaurant, and most days there can be found a lone guitarist (not always the same person) playing/singing covers to the "audience." I put that word in quotes because Potbelly at lunchtime strikes me as a strange place for a hopeful singer to get some exposure.

This poor guy (or gal, but usually a guy) is playing his heart out, and drowning him out is the sound of people talking, laughing and eating. It seems like people rarely listen to the music being played -- no one applauds, very few people even acknowledge there is someone sitting on that little stage, and anyone who has visited a Potbelly knows that acoustics are not its strong suit. I guess a part of me feels a little sorry for the singer, though I am just as guilty as anyone else of not paying attention -- if I'm not reading (which is at least a quiet pastime) I'm sitting and talking with a co-worker.

I have this weird empathy button in me, where oftentimes I feel so incredibly sorry for the plight someone or something is enduring, that it literally hurts me or upsets me. While this isn't something that upsets me or drives me to tears, it's certainly something that enters my mind from time to time.

Just another weird quirk about me, I guess.

Leaving on a Jet Plane...

I'm off tomorrow (well, today technically) for Bullhead City, Ariz. via Las Vegas, to visit my college friend Maureen. Nice little long weekend, back in town on Tuesday.

On Monday we're spending the day/night in Vegas, which I'm looking forward to, as I've never been. I told Mo not to let me get so drunk that I let Elvis marry me to some stranger.

I don't know why she laughs whenever I say that, because I'm very serious. No Elvises. No weddings. No weddings performed by Elvises.

End of story.

Jesus Has Turned in His Cleats

Brett Favre has finally retired.

Those who know me well are aware that I am not a huge fan of Brett Favre. I appreciate and respect his talent, but that's where my adoration ends.

I am sure I'm one of the few people in Wisconsin who didn't look forward to "Favre Watch" each off-season as he contemplated whether he'd play another season. With the announcement of Favre's retirement, there are several things I won't miss:

• I won't miss watching the Wisconsin news media trek down to Kiln, Miss. to hang on Brett Favre's potential retirement announcement, which turned out not to be an announcement at all but a publicity stunt perpetrated by an assistant of Deanna Favre;
  
• I won't miss his "aw shucks" mentality when any unbiased observer can see that the man can't stand to not have his name in the news (hence the last several years of him making the Packers and the local media wait with bated breath -- far longer than they should have, and in some years this affected the search for a backup quarterback and other offensive players -- for an announcement of whether he was coming back for another season).
• I won't miss interceptions thrown from the knees;
• I won't miss game-losing interceptions thrown into double/triple coverage when there is a perfectly good receiver open who could catch a pass/win the game/send the Packers to Super Bowl XLII.

Like I said, the man had an incredible talent and was very philanthropic. Unfortunately, with his great talent came the tendency to make spectacularly bad throwing decisions -- he was either totally on or totally off. There was no middle ground with him. Coaches (up until Mike McCarthy, and Mike Sherman was particularly guilty of this) basically let Favre run wild on the field and do whatever he wanted, many times with hideous results.

And now, Aaron Rodgers would seem to be the heir apparent. Unfortunately he won't have benefited from any direct tutelage from his predecessor, because Favre has said more than once it "wasn't his job to mentor understudies." As great as Favre was, this quote shows he could also be incredibly selfish, as is usually the case with an egomaniac who doesn't want the student to become better than the master.

I for one hope that the Packers stand behind Rodgers and groom him to become a great quarterback -- he has shown flashes of it during the few times he's been able to play.

Now, if he can just get rid of the porn star beard...

Shaken Suri Syndrome

Doesn't it look like Mr. Scientology is shaking the life out of his daughter in this photo??? (Image from eonline.com, click to view the actual story, which is not about Tom Cruise shaking his daughter.)