It’s Scan Man’s Fault!
I blame Scan Man! Took a few minutes away from my Jello making (60 boxes since yesterday!) to start my blogrun … and saw that Dr. Scan Man had another one of those cute little blog-quizzes: Which lunatic are you?
This is a riot … be careful of what you answer! *LOL*
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
You are William John Cavendish-Bentinck-Scott, the Fifth Duke of Portland!
Sometime Marquis of Tichfield, Earl of Portland, Viscount Woodstock, Baron of Cirencester, co-heir to the Barony of Ogle and renowned as the finest judge of horseflesh in England, you took the tradition of aristocratic eccentricity to unprecedented heights. Having inherited the stately home of Welbeck Abbey, you proceeded to construct miles of underground tunnels and a ballroom, in pink, beneath it. The ballroom was complete except for one small detail. It had no floor. Despite this vast home, you lived exclusively in a suite of five rooms, each one also pink.
Having been turned down by your opera singer objet d’amour, Adelaide Kemble, in your youth, you suffered a broken heart and never married. This did not stop you from caring deeply about the wellbeing of your servants. Occasionally you would even help them muck out the stables. However, you did not neglect discipline, forcing disobedient underlings to skate themselves to exhaustion on your subterranean skating rink. Servants were given strict instructions regarding conduct: if they met you in a corridor, they were to ignore your existence while you froze to the spot until they were out of sight; and a chicken was to be kept roasting at all times in case you felt like sneaking into the kitchen for a snack.
You became ever more eccentric with age. You built another tunnel, this time to the railway station, through which you would ride your carriage. When you reached the station your carriage, with you inside, would be hoisted up onto the train in its entirety.
Upon your death, your multitude of titles passed to your cousin, who was obliged to delve into your curious domain to find your body once the servants had reported your absence. Entering your private rooms, he found that, aside from a commode in the centre of your bedroom, the only objects in the whole suite were hundreds of hatboxes, each containing a single brown wig.
April 29th, 2006 at 10:50 am
Hey Moof, I just tried the quiz out of curiosity. But the result was too good not to share with others.
‘Emperor of the United States‘!!
Wow!!
Never in my wildest dreams would I have come up something like that.
April 29th, 2006 at 1:07 pm
Moof, I got the same results you did.
I thought for sure, given the answers I put in that they’d tell me I was Mozart … lol … but hey.
April 29th, 2006 at 3:20 pm
That is pretty funny! Snacking on chickens and a passion for wigs…
Here are my results. I am quite disturbed by the self-wetting thing and poor hygeinic practices:
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!
A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other’s language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry’s underskirts.
This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking.
In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout “boo!”, upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned.
A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.
April 29th, 2006 at 3:40 pm
Domesticator …that’s who my son tested as … very very scary stuff!
April 29th, 2006 at 9:24 pm
I’m with Scan Man.
You are Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America!
But we both died destitute…
later…
April 30th, 2006 at 2:52 am
don’t know if this will work? anyway, here i am, it is 12:51 and i am just blogging around, but should go to bed. as my eyes are getting tired and it is really hard to read stuff on the computer when i feel like this…will check back later…cheers for now,
pj
April 30th, 2006 at 6:26 pm
Why are you making sixty boxes of Jello???
Shel
May 2nd, 2006 at 7:39 am
Hey everyone! I’m sorry I’ve been AWOL … it’s been a crazy several days though. I hope to be on more today (Tuesday May 2)
So … Scan Man and TJ ended up being “the only” US Emperor … gee, did you two take turns??? *grin*
Pk and I seem to have this “thing” for tunnels … and wigs, apparently. Pk … you and I will have to figure out why all of our wigs were brown … 0.o
Pattie and Pk’s son had holes drilled into their heads … *eeewwwww!* I hope your hubby wasn’t one of the surgeons who did the drilling, Pattie! *eep!* ;o)
Dragonflyfilly, my dear … perhaps you should consider getting some sleep rather than trying to glue your poor tired eyelids open! Repeat after me: Sleep is good! Sleep is goooood! Sleeeeeep is goooooood! ;o)
Shelly … I was afraid someone would ask me that! We had a church dinner, and I was resposible for the Jello. I made 6 huge bowls of it - each bowl held 10 packs - 4 regular, 2 sugar free. I had to empty my fridge to make the darn things fit, and even then I wasn’t able to get them all in on the same day. We also made one recipe of Lebanese Rice … that was easier to make than the Jello, and in my opinion, tons nicer to eat!
May 3rd, 2006 at 2:30 am
nah!
May 3rd, 2006 at 2:48 am
i was reading the Asperger’s Marriage website (very interesting) and guestbook…what is an NT?
May 3rd, 2006 at 10:36 am
Hey Dragonflyfilly …
To answer your question - NT means: Neuro-Typical or neurotypical.
If you really want to research AS, you need to also look into the Cassandra Affective Disorder, or Cassandra Phenomenon.