| You Are 92% Tortured Genius | 
You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood.
Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island. |
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So, banik, your LiveJournal reveals...
You are... 8% unique
(blame, for example, your interest in galactic revolution)
and 8% herdlike
(partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy death).
When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers.
Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.
Your overall weirdness is: 38(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 77% of other LJers.)
Find out what your weirdness level is! |
I like my painting even better than Vila's.
( personality painting )Current Mood:  pleased |
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Apr. 24th, 2007 @ 07:27 pm
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| » I don't babble that much. |
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The University of Blogging
Presents to
banik
An Honorary
Bachelor of
Babbling
Majoring in
Gossip
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Blogging Degree
From Go-Quiz.com
Feb. 2nd, 2007 @ 11:01 am
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| » Halloween Party |
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( Halloween party )
I don't know what most of that even means.
Oct. 19th, 2006 @ 03:08 pm
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| » I don't know if those are my interests, but they are interesting. |
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Vila did this. It's supposed to show you pictures of the things you've been talking about. Although I'm not sure what some of them are.
( What I've been journaling about )
Oct. 14th, 2006 @ 11:05 pm
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| » That's a good word. |
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Aug. 26th, 2006 @ 07:09 pm
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| » Um.. |
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Jul. 27th, 2006 @ 04:52 pm
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| » I do think I've had that. |
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Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with
Banik's Syndrome | | Cause: | zombie attack | | Symptoms: | sudden hair loss, delusions, slightly temporary invisibility, whitening of teeth | | Cure: | prayer | |
Jun. 28th, 2006 @ 10:04 pm
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| » I suppose I was in big trouble. |
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I died in the Dungeon of BanikI was killed in a brightly-lit burial chamber by Inbigtrouble the gelatinous cube, whilst carrying... a Figurine of Harvey1, the Dagger of Comradecally, a Figurine of Kaarn Baniks, the Sword of Kittens, the Crown of Aeryn Sun and 35 gold pieces. Score: 105 Explore the Dungeon of Banik and try to beat this score, or enter your username to generate and explore your own dungeon...
Jun. 27th, 2006 @ 01:21 am
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| » Comfort |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) theatrical_muse question: What does "comfort" mean to you?
Comfort is what I offer to the dying. The easing of their pain, the soothing of their fear. Reassurance that they will not be lost, that they are not alone. That the universe cares for them, even as they leave this plane of existence. That there is light, even in what seems like darkness. That all is well. And that they will be remembered, at least by one soul, while I linger on this plane.
It's much more difficult to comfort the living. I can take pain, take fear, for a time. I can be with them, if they wish. I can show them light. But there is no lasting peace, while we live. Only moments, beautiful moments, in the midst of pain.
Jun. 13th, 2006 @ 11:02 am
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| » Getting away |
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theatrical_muse question: Who was "the one that got away"?
I got away. Twice. Once from the Scarrans, once from the Peacekeepers.
With the Scarrans, there was a woman. A Kalish. She... liked me. Or at least she thought I was attractive. She would come to the slave quarters at night, even though it was forbidden, and I... I was glad of the company. The things the Scarrans forced from me took a toll, and it was good to have someone who would ease away the memories, for a time. I had no illusions that we were more to each other than that. She never allowed me any. Then one day, she came to me, told me she had arranged my escape. Sh risked her life for me. I never knew why. I never knew whether the Scarrans discovered her and killed her once I'd left. I shouldn't have gone. But she was never a person I could say no to.
Then the Peacekeepers found me afterward, captured me again, so it didn't do me much good in the end. Only, I think I would be less... less well than I am, if I'd stayed. Everything would have been very different.
I still pray for her, when I remember.
With the Peacekeepers, there was also a woman. The radiant Aeryn Sun. Nothing has been the same since she shone in the darkness of my cell and set me free.
May. 12th, 2006 @ 01:42 am
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| » What I miss |
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theatrical_muse topic: Close your eyes and think about what you've been missing in your life lately. It could be a person, pet, place, thing, occasion, feeling. Anything at all that you miss dearly.
Well, I'm missing an eye. It makes doing that hard.
No, no. I know what you mean. All right.
I know everyone will expect me to say Zhaan. I do. I do miss Zhaan. I miss her smile and the touch of her hand, and the warmth of her voice. Other people may smile at me, speak to me, touch me. I value them, too, each in their individual self. But there is only ever one of each of us in all the universe -- yes, Crichton, even you -- and no one will be Zhaan for me now that she's gone. It took me too long to learn that.
Yes, I miss her still. I miss the unfamiliar certainty she made me feel in the depths of my soul, that I was wanted and always would be. I miss her words, so wise, so kind. I miss the feel of her skin beneath my hands. There is so much I wish I could share with her, so many things... I grieve for the life we could have had.
And yet... It doesn't ache the way it used to, the loss. It doesn't stab and twist and scream inside me any more, most of the time. It's become a good, a loving sadness. One that honors her memory.
I can feel her with me when I say that, can almost see her smiling. She is very loving, Zhaan. Very wise. And she is with me still, even now.
Apr. 19th, 2006 @ 05:08 pm
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