The winners of my 15-post contest are:
(In no particular order)
|Name||MBTI||Post Title||Post Type|
|E.J.||INTJ||C.S. Lewis||Character Typing|
|Zoey||INFJ||Kaneki Ken||Character Typing|
|Occam’s Chainsaw||INTJ||Dean Winchester||Character Typing|
|whatisfreethen||INTP||Shikamaru Nara||Character Typing|
|Fanta||INTJ||Earl Haraldson||Character Typing|
|E.J.||INTJ||J.R.R Tolkien||Character typing|
|E.J.||INTJ||Edmund Pevensie||Character typing|
|E.J.||INTJ||Anakin Skywalker||Character typing|
|E.J.||INTJ||Susan Pevansie||Character typing|
|Fanta||INTJ||Rollo (Vikings)||Character Typing|
|Kerissa||INFJ||Black Widow||Character Typing|
|Occam’s Chainsaw||INTJ||Alaska Young||Character Typing|
|Occam’s Chainsaw||INTJ||Tris Prior||Character Typing|
And, just a thank you to Andrew, who has written aN ASTONISHING number of WELL-EXECUTED posts for the blog (but was ineligible for the contest merely due to not being a “new” contributor).
Answers to the questions:
Self-explanatory? I’m in a relationship with my typewriter. We spend all of our free time together writing science fiction and free verse poetry.
My “Sunflower,” also known as my little sister. She’s studying piano performance at another university.
I need to call her up and talk to her one of these days so that we don’t meet up a year down the road having become different people who no longer know each other.
Biologically? Male. But my room-mates keep telling me one of these days I’m going to regenerate, and well…you never know.
I identify as both genderfluid and androgynous (if you have a problem with this, I am not interested in knowing about it, so please do not mention it in the comments).
In anticipation of your next question, my romantic orientation dwells somewhere between aromantic and grey andromantic.
Wait a second.
I just bloody forgot how old I was…
Apparently my subconsciously selective memory has determined that because age is an organic construct measured based off a vestigial time-cycle, it is irrelevant to my existence. I’m going to be one of those grandparents who legitimately does not know how old they are…
Hold on a second while I count the years since I was born. Oh yes! I’m 20! Am I that young? Glad there are so many written records to make sure I remembered that.
People tell me my eye colour is different depending on the light. Some tell me that my eyes are grey, or green (not olive green –a bright teal green), and others tell me that they’re blue.
Just the other day, a girl in one of the study groups I’ve organised (my study strategy is to find desperate idiots and reteach them what we’ve already discussed in lecture) came up to me and asked me what colour my eyes were. She then invaded my personal INTJ-space-bubble so that she could stare into my eyes for a minute.
Her conclusion was ambiguous if anything: “Your eyes are grey…and green…and blue.”
Short or tall:
5’7″ You decide whether that’s short or tall.
Who’s somebody you miss?
My sister –my crazy, spontaneous little sister, gosh darn it. Funny how now that we live within driving distance from each other, we don’t have time to visit each other more than once a month.
Who makes you laugh most often:
My INFJ room-mate and I are constantly playing word games. The most common ones are alliterative, synonym or rhyme games, but our favourite one happens something like this: go through the entire alphabet taking turns listing a 4-5 syllable word for every letter until one person gets stumped. Extra points for extra syllables. (We play this game in both English and German).
My favourite extra-point word is currently “serio-tragicomically,” an archaic, no-longer-in-use word that just so happens to apply to nearly every situation in life and is 9 syllables. His favourite is of course, anti-disestablishmentarianism.
We also enjoy seeing how long we can carry on a conversation based entirely in extended metaphor. Or…discussing the plausibility of the rather violent war scenes in our writing projects in public just to get a reaction out of non-writers.
Honestly, if I had to describe our relationship simply, I would tell you to watch The Wipers Times and just pretend that the main character and his best mate are me and my room-mate.
See this post (which, for the sake of this question, has been updated since the original post date).
What do you want to be for halloween?
Well, since halloween passed long before I got 15 contributions to the site, I will simply tell you what I did, shall I? I went everywhere in my normal clothes and people who did not know me thought that I was in costume.
To quote Bruce Wayne:
As an artist, I love colour, so I had a very difficult time picking a favourite for many years. However, my go-to colour for most items that I buy tends to be either black or military greens –probably because I buy a lot of things at military surplus stores.
I have a fear of social interaction, which is not eliminated or lessened by my assertiveness, but only disguised by it.
Who was your last text from?
I don’t know. I haven’t checked my phone in a week. I should probably do that. Just a sec.
It was a conversation with my ESFP brother: