Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, November 10, 2001

My Viking name is Eðna Swiftbear. Or Dís if I put 'Dee' in as my name. I think I like Dís better.

"You're a fearsome Viking, but you aren't completely uncivilized. The other Vikings make fun of you for that. You have a thirst for battle -- unfortunately, you're not terribly good at it. You probably know which end of a sword to hold, but you're not a fearsome fighter by any stretch of the imagination.
"You would have a very tough time making a long sea voyage in a Viking longboat. You possess some skills which other Vikings respect.
"You have a fairly pragmatic attitude towards life, and tend not to expend effort in areas where it would be wasted. You sometimes come off as a bit of a snob. Vikings are not snobbish people -- they either like you, or they kill you. Try to be more like a Viking."

Hmm... I'll bear that in mind. (Thanks, Megsy.)

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