Duchess and GRBecca, say hello to your long-lost cousin, back from serving in Her Majesty's Royal Lancers: Damian Garside. Strange first name; maybe it's an omen ;)

I love my new terribly British name, which is Amelia Salisbury. My screen name becomes Amelia Watson. Either way is good.


Yes, there is. Paisley, Ontario. What, you've never heard of it? That's because there are only 1000 people here. We don't even have a chain restaurant where I can get fries and a milkshake or my beloved Sweet Onin Chicken Teriyaki Sub.

Harry Watson. Bleh. Go to the parent page and you'll find links to dozens of other name generators. I prefer the "Random Crazy Shit Name Generator," which gave me Filbert Hankerdoodle . Much better.

Hmmm, Chloe Watson. Pretty, but it looks like a lot of us are going to be related.

The quizzes over there are much more fun. I like the "Which Office Moron Are You?" test. Very funny. (I'm a power-mad IT Manager, apparently.)

My British name is Jeremy Gladstone. That sounds so gay, which is okay of course, because I am.

You can't be the IT Manager, Arianrhod, because that's my job! Bwahahahaha!

However, when it comes to Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse I am, turns out I'm the Swiss.

Uh....right.

Hey, Rabrab, I'm Margaret Cavendish, too. And when it comes to surviving the nuclear apocalypse, I'm an insane ninja child. Cool!

Well, since I'm Schwarzenegger, looks like I get to keep my IT Manager job, Mama Tiger. Hah! Or I could go be Governor while casting threatening looks at the Presidency. Whichever.

How did you become Schwarzenegger, Arianrhod? Is that your post-nuclear-apocalyptic self?

And you wouldn't be the Governor; you know better than that! You'd be the Governator!

I say, what's so bloody British about Jeremy Salisbury? However, using my screen name, I'm Dominic Cavendish, which is how I'd like to be addressed from now on.

bubbacat! you're me! or, I'm you! or something like that? and macaddict <whispering> is one of us, too.</whispering>. My head hurts.

World extremity test, I'm the Nile, and Office Moron I'm the old-timer (with my eye on the boss's job!)

They really like asking if you've annihilated any villages, don't they?

Hey Mama Tiger, not only are we both Margarets, but we are both with the Swiss! Go figure.

It's been a while since I've posted on TwoP (mostly Survivor) because I've moved from Los Angeles to Florida in the past two months. Sigh - no more going to TwoP to see who won before I watch the shows!

I'm a TAR virgin, so I'm sitting primly, hands folded in my lap (no, I'm not doing THAT, really I'm not), and waiting to see what all the fuss is about.

JoyWalker, I, too, am Chloe Chamberlain, and I in fact have a tussy mussy (used for my wedding). Oh dear.... Does that mean I have to lift my pinky when I drink my tea?

Quiz wise, I am Mount Everest, an insane nanja child, not damned, and Cary Grant, so that's cool. On the bad side, I'm Pauly Shore, Adolf Hitler and dumb as Ronald Reagan which frankly isn't as funny today as it would have been two days ago.

Skycatcher, get ready to hang on 'cause you are in for the ride of your life! (But one could say you already have, getting out of Lalaland -- I spent a few years there myself, and regard my escape as fortuitous!)

Well, my British name is Emily Gladstone, which to me sounds like a teenage nanny or something. On the upside, my Extremity of the World is the lovely Alakai Swamp on Mount Wai'ale'ale, Hawaii, which is totally cool simply for the Hawaii factor. But according to Rum and Monkey, it is also known as the wettest place on earth.

How nice.

I'll join you in that wettest place on earth, invisiblegirl12. I'm pretty swampy myself. Which makes sense, considering that the house I live in is actually below sea level....

My new name is Amanda Wilkinson. Boy do I like that a lot more! I am also the Swiss and the IT. Which makes a lot of sense in that I DO like to laugh at the others in my office.

I feel like I have somehow failed to raise my new kitten properly. He certainly doesn't seem to be overwhelmed by this great forum: http://www.miriland.com/albums/mishka/IMG_1349.jpg

We spent the weekend here, because it was a short drive from Lafayette College, where The Zzard went for his way-high-number-ending-in-five class reunion. Not only was it cheap for a b&b ($100/night or so), and not only were the rooms great and the breakfast excellent, it was also an animal lover's paradise. The woman who runs the place is a certified wildlife rescuer who also takes in abandoned and abused pets. She's got: dogs, cats, bunnies, ducks (with ducklings), geese (with goslings), guinea pigs, bottle-fed baby racoons, goats, sheep, a pig, a llama, a peacock -- that I saw. She's also taken in other animals, and I'm not sure I learned the extent of her menagerie. There were about 10,000 polliwogs in her pool, so she had to set up little ramps for them to leave -- netting would have killed them -- then drain the pool in order to clean it. I was in heaven just visiting the place.

Wow, DariaG, that's gorgeous. I want to be there right now. Except that it's absolutely perfect here in Minnesota today - warm, light breeze, greenery at its height of beauty due to lots of rain lately, peonies and roses starting to flower. Since I'm moving in a couple of years, I'm appreciating every moment and am even determined to appreciate the damned winters.

Bubbacat - the coincidences keep abounding. Not only are we both Lex lovers and both named after our cats and I-forget-what-else, but you live in Mennonite country, and I'm Pennsylvania Dutch (at least, my mother comes from Mennonite stock).

I went to a birthday party yesterday and played croquet for the first time in forever. Did you know that when you send an opponent's ball flying off into the nether lands, it's called roqueting? Probably you did because you're so smart, but I'd never heard that term. I completely sucked, so I took a strategy of thwarting everyone else's game play. In fact, you could say I was the villain. Not a role I'd pictured for myself when I'd imagined taking part in reality TV, but I quite enjoyed it.

My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Ass Machine Get Down. I am also The Swiss, they are quite the survivors it seems. As long as I don't need to eat a huge wheel of cheese. And I'm Mount Everest. Cool!

Welcome to all the newbies! I love hearing about all the other TAR-lovers out there. Soon..... we will take over the world, Pinky!!!!!!

In other news, some asshole burned my car! There are signs all over the neighbourhood for the upcoming election, and some idiot took one of them, stuck it to the driver side door, and lit it on fire. It's just lovely looking. Sigh.

devajd that just sucks! Did it do a lot of damage? Will insurance cover it? That's just one of the weirdest things I've heard in a while.

Thanks for your concern, Miri. It's not too bad, just the door and it only needs to be painted. I was kind of hoping I might be able to get the whole car repainted! Insurance will cover it.

It is completely bizarre. I was away for the night and had a message on my phone telling me "not to freak out when I got home because the police had already been called". Yeah - needless to say I started freaking out immediately.

And it was for the Conservative Party - I wasn't going to vote for them anyways, but now I'm really pissed. Those signs are a menace. Plastic melted right into the paint.

That's so strange, devajd! Was it just your car or did it happen to several? Thank goodness you'll just need a repaint instead of an entirely new car.

devajd, it's always the fault of the Conservatives. On that note, I'm angry that the election was called for June 28, because my eighteenth birthday is six days after that, so I can't vote. Martin just couldn't have waited another week....

I just checked and my rich white republican name is Elisabeth "Pepper Spray" Rutledge. I like it.

I'm Chloe Callaghan with my nickname, or Elizabeth Salisbury, Elizabeth Callaghan, or Elizabeth Wilkinson using my full name, first and last name, or name with middle initial. I think Chloe Salisbury would be the best.

We talked a few months ago about Paris as tourists. But I'm wondering what to do with just 2 days. I'll be in Paris on business for two days, then I have two more days free (to get the cheaper fare back, thank you cheap corporate France!). I think going to the Louvre (or any museums) is kind of a waste, since I could spend one whole day there and miss pretty much the whole city. I was wondering, are there tours like the ones in London or here that let you get on and off the bus as many times as you like in a day, so that I could cover a lot of ground on an overview (which would allow me to whet my appetite for a more in depth visit later)?

Also, Renee Fleming is singing Capriccio at the Paris Opera while I'm there. But I can't figure out the website for the tickets (I do Russian and German, no French except for menus and romantic songs). Is it likely such a thing would be sold out?

Any help anyone can give would be very much appreciated.

Does anybody know what the Glendenning test is about on that Rum & Monkey site? I did a google search of Glendenning and it's a surname, as far as I can tell, and the weird thing is it's related to my paternal grandmother's maiden name.
So anyway I took the test, and apparently I'm Paul (I guess it's not gender-specific. I'm not offended though, I'm also Tom Jones as far as surviving nuclear apocalypse, so whatever). There's a website for a Paul Glendenning, who is a professor of applied mathematics, but I somehow doubt that's got anything to do with anything.

So what's a Glendenning, and why did I take the test to begin with if I didn't know?

ETA for BoDiva:
My 2 cents on the Paris issue - depending on how much walking you like to do, and how badly you want to see various sights, this might not be your thing, but if I don't have a lot of time, and I want to "feel" a city, I head for some central location - either literally central or central to a handful of attractions I'd like to encounter, and start wandering. I accidentally found the Guggenheim in Veince (hadn't even thought of looking for it) that way on a day that for some reason I never understood it just happened to be free to the public. I've also found some really great restaurants and shops that way - ones that just happen to be on whatever side street I wander down, rather than right on the Champs-Elysee or whatever - neat places full of locals, and usually a little cheaper than the stuff right on the tourist path. Just my thoughts - take them with the proper grain of salt.

Yes, there is a bus tour like most major cities have where you get on and off the bus. Since you are there for such a short period of time, there is also a tour at night (not an on and off) where you can see many things plus everyone needs to see the city of lights all lit up. If you will return to Paris in the future, then skipping the museums are okay, but Paris has some of the finest museums in the world. Be sure and take time to absorb the atmosphere.

miri, I think your kitty, like most of us, is just waiting for the CBS assclowns to get it together and post the teams, like they said the would. I know that's what I looked like Friday morning.

My terribly British name is Terrance Carlisle. I like it.

BoDiva, your upcoming trip to Paris sounds remarkably like the one I made in March. I spent my two free days walking along the Seine, through the Latin Quarter and touring the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower. The key to getting in and out of the museums or attractions in the shortest amount of time having seen and done the maximum is to get there before they open. That way, when you get in, the place isn't packed with people and you actually see things at your own pace. My favorite thing? Getting lost in the Latin Quarter. I figured I walked 12 miles that day and I loved every bit of it. One warning though: Every twist and turn brings a cafe or bakery that looks and smells more fabulous than the last.

Also, the Notre Dame is having some work done, so expect to see scaffolding.

Babalu, you're Pennsylvania Dutch?! Wow, how cool is that. Can you do the accent? Everyone around here says I have an accent because I'm from Detroit. I didn't think Michigan had an accent. I can do a Pennsylvania Dutch accent and I know some the expressions (in English), but don't ask me to speak or understand too much of the language.

Hey, how about if Lex had a PA Dutch accent? Nah, guess that just doesn't work. Or if you're from here, it doesn't make.

ETA: I'm the IT Manager, but I'm also Al-Aziziyah, Libya which it says is the hottest place on earth. Hmmmmm, interesting combination.

My Terribly British Name isn't Terribly British at ALL, dammit. It's Daisy Calllaghan -- I sound like an Irish tart!

(Shut up, Skagirl.)

However, the Survivor of the Apocalypse generator says I'm Tom Jones, and that? Freaking ROCKS.

What's new, Pussycat? Whooooooah whoah whoooah....

Heh. I have no comment.

Wow, I'm related to Dominic Cavendish (formally known as Maccadict)'s other name. I'm Margaret Salisbury

Hi, I wouldn't mind joining the fun. I have seen all the seasons and lurked around here and the Tarfly times last season but hope to be a more active poster this time round.

Ask the hotel concierge for help - they always have the inside track on tickets.

At what point is schadenfreude totally and completely evil? My much-despised former boss (a DC pollster) has been all over the papers lately for accusing a former client of anti-Semitism. The client? A Congressman who hadn't been paying his bills on time or being a good little boy and doing what the pollster said. I know it's a total fabrication, because my former boss is really kind of evil, and it's going to turn around and bite the firm in the ass, and I just really can't stop cackling.

Terribly British Margaret Wilson here, although I don't see that as terribly British at all.

Anyway, later this summer, I am traveling to Estonia with a group of about 50 people -- except that we aren't exactly traveling together. Usually we do, but this time the people responsible for travel arrangements discovered that we could save $400-$500 per person by making reservations ourselves through the Internet rather than going through the travel agent. (I don't know why they discovered it this time, since it's been true every time we've gone.) They could only make reservations for about 8 people at a time, though, so we have about six groups on different flights and airlines and connecting through different airports on the way to Helsinki (where we'll get the ferry).

Since we're not all traveling together, another TAR fan and I decided we should make our own little Amazing Race. The tickets have already been bought, so barring delays, etc., we know who will arrive first and who will arrive last, so we thought instead of just who gets there first, we'd make a list of things people have to do on the way, like finding certain things in airport shops or taking photos with certain kinds of people (every group will have either a digital camera or a video camera). So I've come here looking for ideas of things we can make them do. I was sure all of you would have plenty of suggestions.

Freaking Tories! Have you tried calling the office of the person whose sign it was? Maybe if you raise a stink, they'll somehow compensate you for the damage. Although that seems unlikely because they are, after all, politicians. But who knows. With them desperate for votes, you might get something out of it. ("A Conservative Sign Melted On My Car And All I Got Was This Crappy T-Shirt!")

In other news, I'm Chelsea Gladstone, which sounds divinely dignified. I do believe I'll ring my wench Daisy Callaghan and have her bring me a spot of tea.

Must be getting near TAR time - the tests are showing up in the Meet Market!

With my real name my Terribly British Name is Olivia Chamberlain. My various screen names all produce Elizabeth as a first name with a variety of surnames. I think I'll stick with Olivia. I'm also a Zombie for surviving the apocalypse, the Incompetent Egotist office moron (I am not incompetent!) and Mount Everest as a world extremity.

It's good to be back!

I sent the guy a really pissed off e-mail this morning. If I get no response, then I try the phone. I want compensation damnit! And cardboard. CARDBOARD! It's recyclable! And burns faster!

Real Name * British = Charlotte Cavendish
I like that. I feel all snooty now. Not snotty...Snoooooooty.

Screen Name * British = Susan Watson
Personally, I think that sounds more like a "real identity"...as opposed to Suga Wuga, which is my "secret super hero identity".

I'm the incompetent egotist in the office. For anyone that saw the description of this, it's so me.

As for "Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse", guess who's an "Insane ninja child"? This is too funny...

How did they know?

Hair touching: Since strangers always seem to want to assault mine, I have decided to start charging. $5 a touch. I actually said this to a guy in a restaurant a few months ago. He looked at me like I was crazy (like it was his right to touch my hair or something). I looked right back at his crazy behind. Black people are not science experiments. If I do know you and I say go ahead and yank away, please try to hide your amazement that my hair feels like hair and not brillo, hay, or velcro.

Tea, schmea, Miss Gladstone-- I'll round you up a pint straightaway. I do a much better Beer Wench than Formal Maid, I assure you.*

(*Frighteningly, I actually have a picture to back that up-- I was in a play for a day-- it was a charity thing-- where I was a French tart [read: whore], and the costume TOTALLY makes me look all beer wench-y. I have the pic on my desk, and it always cracks me up watching male partners who come into my office look at the picture and then try NOT to stare at my chest. HEE. I'm just not nice.)

Just a quick heads up -- the "offical announcement" about Washington DC Jeopardy/TAR5 Premiere Con has gone up in the Washington DC Thread

My terribly British name is Elizabeth Wilson - as if I haven't spent the last 40 years that that isn't my name...it's just Beth. How boring is that? I'll just go back to being Digruntled Smurf, thank you very much.

Ugh, adding to the pet peeves list: the UPS guy just dropped off one third of our Dell order (of course...who needs a hard drive?) and Holy Mother of all that is Olfactory! Fucking drenched himself in the Drakkar Noir or some nasty shit. Gah. It's lingering! Help! Choking...

I can commiserate, Skagirl, there's one teacher that uses so much patchouli oil, that I wonder what she is trying to cover up. It doesn't help that my noise is extra sensitive and so I smell it for hours after she leaves.

Anyone in the Ottawa area, want to get together for a TAR party? I was thinking of offering my place, but I live in the middle of nowhere, but hey, we have a pool.

. But then the (unburned) signs would only last 1/2 a campaign and we'd all forget who to vote for.

Did you say that you would note vote from him now as a result of the burning?

It could be worse skagirl, I had a courier in here before lunch who brought with him an overpowering scent of a pine tree. I mean, OVERPOWERING. I could smell this guy all the way down the hall before he even turned the corner. I thought I was having some sort of seizure, like those people who think they smell burnt toast right before they go into convulsions. Of course, pine tree or Drakkar is still a step up from a lot of couriers who simply bring in the overpowering scent of body odor.

They need to make a law that states couriers are obligated to:

a) Shower
b) Use deodorant
c) Not try to cover up the fact that they haven't showered or used deodorant by applying an entire bottle of cologne

wtf dressed up as a french whore...***SWOON***

I live in the Ottawa area as well (middle of nowhere, check).

I wanted to say hi and to let everyone know how much I appreciate the posts here. I enjoy the show so much more, thinking about the comments you all will make, and what Miss Alli will say in the recaps. I can't wait for TAR to start again, because after the Flames defeat the Lightening tonight, there is nothing on TV!

Thanks!

Good Heavens, guys, we're getting up to West Wing MM in terms of volume here!
I'm Charlotte Chamberlain, which is delightful b/c I really don't think one can eat crumpets comfortably w/out being named Charlotte. I've heard that's a rule.
In other news, just returned from my (also high number that doesn't end in five) college reunion. Every muscle in my body is sore from dancing like a mad woman, and I seem to have lost my voice. My hair hurts, y'all.
Which is to say, I had a most excellent time.