January 03, 2006
I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Bard Cleric
Follower Of Hanali Cenanil, the Elven goddess of love, beauty, & art.
Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.
Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.
Primary Class:
Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.
Secondary Class:
Clerics are the voices of their God/desses on Earth. They perform the work of their deity, but this doesn’t mean that they preach to a congregation all their lives. If their deity needs something done, they will do it, and can call upon that deity’s power to accomplish their goals.
Deity:
Hanali Cenanil is the Chaotic Good elven goddess of love, beauty, and art. She is also known as the Heart of Gold and Lady Goldheart. Her followers delight in creation and youth, and work to spread happiness, love, and beauty. Their preferred weapon is the dagger.
Detailed Results:
Alignment:
Lawful Good ----- XXXXX (5)
Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXX (7)
Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXX (9)
Lawful Neutral -- (-1)
True Neutral ---- X (1)
Chaotic Neutral - (-1)
Lawful Evil ----- (-4)
Neutral Evil ---- (-3)
Chaotic Evil ---- (-4)
Race:
Human ---- (-7)
Half-Elf - XXXXXXXX (8)
Elf ------ XXXXXXXXX (9)
Halfling - XXX (3)
Dwarf ---- (-5)
Half-Orc - (-4)
Gnome ---- XXX (3)
Class:
Fighter - (-8)
Ranger -- XXXX (4)
Paladin - (-2)
Cleric -- XXXXXX (6)
Mage ---- XXXXX (5)
Druid --- XXXXX (5)
Thief --- (-2)
Bard ---- XXXXXXX (7)
Monk ---- XX (2)
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan (e-mail)
April 13, 2004
Jeffrey Zeldman is the avant-garde of web publishing:
Here we have the most democratic publishing medium ever invented, and what do people fill it with? The meaningless daily details of their lives.
What if every potentially great new medium had been filled with "content" like this? What if, instead of actually MAKING Citizen Kane, Orson Welles had simply published a Web diary?
[...]
Oct. 7
Mankewicz arranged a little party. The steaks were overdone. I complained to Joseph Cotten, and the little ham told me I eat too much. Can you imagine? I told Joseph he should spend more time worrying about his performance on the set and less time worrying about my performance at the table. For some reason, Mankewicz's wife thought that was hilarious. Laughed herself silly, while poor Joe, her husband, just scowled into his wine. I wonder if the Mankewiczes are truly happy. But then, what is happiness? Should work that question into Kane.
Read the rest...
May 12, 2003
Mr. Cleanee Man is mopping the floor as I leave work. He says, "G'night, Dave."
I put my briefcase, with my accounting homework, down for a moment because I notice he has a small beige lizard on his collar. "You know they're gonna sell this hospital?"
Mr. Cleanee Man looks at me. He leans on the mop. He puts the lizard into his mouth and says, "Um huh." When he takes the lizard out it is pink.
I look around. No one is ever there except me when he does the really cool stuff. "I think you'll still have a job, but I'm out."
He puts the lizard against his skin and it turns a rich chocolate brown. "Think you'll find another?"
Before I can answer, he puts the lizard in his palm and SMACKS it with the other hand. I expect to see lizard guts, but he opens his hands and there are two lizards, one brown and one pink. He gives me the pink one. "Lizard?" he asks.
I take it and it scampers across my suit. It turns a nice blue with pin stripes. "Howard, you're trying to tell me something here," I say.
"Not neither. Just showing you how to make a lizard." He shakes his head.
"If I tried that, there'd be nothing but sticky stuff in my hands."
"If you say so." He starts mopping again. He mops clear across the entryway and never looks back.
"You know I'm going to try it when I get outside," I yell.
He chuckles keeping his back turned, but one hand comes up in a wave. I swear it looks like he has only three fingers.
May 05, 2003
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
-- by William Shakespeare
(Jeff Brechlin, Potomac Falls)