I've spent hours in the past few weeks looking for a quiz code that I could steal and use to make my own quiz with. I've gone to lots and lots of homepages hoping that someone had a tutorial or something helpful. (I finally found a tutorial, but that's another story, really)

What I found in my search was/is very, very strange. There seems to be millions of identical websites out there... I don't mean similar, I mean nearly freaking identical. All the sites are owned by teenaged girls, all have the same navigational system (a lousy one using frames and obscure buttons) they all use stolen magazine photos of celebrities/supermodels and they all MUST include the sacred items: Blogs/cliques/obsessions/quizzes. They even use the same fonts! It drives me insane.

Here are two examples:

(She's Crafty) http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/
(StarBerry)http://www.star-berry.net/dandylicious/starry.htm

How do they manage to be so similar? It reminds me of the story my Aunt Susie told me about the baby snakes. Her son Richard has a snake, and the snake had 9 babies, and even though she doesn't like snakes, she loved the baby snakes because they were funny: they did everything in synch with each other. If you dropped food into the tank, 9 little heads would pop out from the nest, and then slink over to inspect the food, all together.

People do the same thing! They seem to be able to tap into this huge group unconscious where they're all thinking on the same wavelength and so they can make the exact same webpage.

I'm wondering,is there a webpage maker out there (maybe for a Mac?) that has the ugly frames/weird buttons layout already made? So all they have to do is decide on colors and a pic of a supermodel and they're done? What is it?! Aaaargh.





which "monty python and the holy grail" character are you?

this quiz was made by colleen

I hate the cat AND the fucking dog. I hope they both run away.

Minutes after Amy left to go to a concert, I found a pile of shit in front of the door. Hmm. Okay. I try to remain calm and go into the kitchen to get a paper towel. Okay. Um... there's an even bigger pile of shit in the kitchen, only this pile has been stepped in and smeared all over the floor, with a trail of pawprints leading out into the living room.

Ooooh kay.

I clean it up, wash my hands with anti-bacterial soap, and then go upstairs to change my shirt, which is itchy.

I look inside the dryer and lo and behold! The cat is sitting in the dryer. On top of an entire load of black clothes. The clothes I washed yesterday are completely crusted over with white cat hair.

While I'm still struggling not to wring someone's neck, I see that Pearl has vomited up God Knows What on my bed. So I calmly picked her up and put her outside. Yes, I put her outside. Yeah, she's an inside cat. Boo-fucking-hoo, it's not going to kill her. (I wish!) I would've put the goddamned fucking dog outside if he was mine, but he's not, so I contented myself with thoughts of killing the both of them.

Five minutes later. I'm serenly sitting in front of my computer, getting ready to light a cigarette when I hear knocking. The dog starts going insane (of course) and I rush to the door and it's the hot blond woman from across the way, telling me my cat is outside "crying". I have to warn her not to touch Pearl "She's not very nice, she'll bite you," I say and then I go to get Pearl where she's sitting, meowing like an idiot, on the window sill.

That's when Rudy runs out the door.


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