25 August 2006

Schmaken, not Schmirred

Quizzeria Duo. Feeling a bit low on self-esteem after a few recent events, Prometheus took the What Action Hero are you? quiz. And the results are:



You scored as James Bond, Agent 007. James Bond is MI6's best agent, a suave, sophisticated super spy with charm, cunning, and a license's to kill. He doesn't care about rules or regulations and somewhat amoral. He does care about saving humanity though, as well as the beautiful women who fill his world. Bond has expensive tastes, a wide knowledge of many subjects, and his usually armed with a clever gadget and an appropriate one-liner.


Erm... Intelligent, yes. Sexy babes, they think I'm a bowl of soup. Save the world, yes. Sexy cars, uh can I borrow your tricycle? Wide knowledge of many subjects, yes. Vodka Martini, naah... gimme whiskey any (day/noon/evening/night). My M is me mommy, Q is mommy too.

Hulk no like quiz. Hulk smash QuizFarm. Rrrraaaaarrgghhhhhh!!!

10 comments:

Lizza said...

I've been told that I look like a Bond girl. I don't know from which Bond film, though. Maybe From the Philippines with Love? Does that help any?

Maybe not. Teach me how to drink martini, Bond guy. Shaken, not stirred.

Lizza said...

Oops. On second thought, hold the martini. And the whiskey. I just remembered I can't stand 'em both.

Aww, Prometheus. What got thine self-esteem down? Do tell, and mine Galadriel will use the powers of Nenya to undermine the fiends!

Seriously, hope you're okay. :-)

terra shield said...

James Bond , eh? You don't sound happy, though....

Prometheus said...

Liz and Terra, how very perceptive of you folks! Oh yes, Prometheus ain't all happy these days. He's made the Grinch look like some Teletubby. Nyet Liz, not Nenya, even The One shall help.

Like Prometheus said, Bond-ed sophistication, M&Q, and Bond-size problems he already has, by the ton, gallon and cubic inches. Where, pray tell, where oh where are his wimmen and cars? Adopt a Virtual Girl and Dubai RTA buses ain't really Bond.

Mebbe putting his Walther PPK to his temporal lobe would, seemingly, free him from his Bond-age.

Goodbye, cruel world!

Morticia said...

Delicious, delectable, edible.


The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, moves on
Nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line.

Prometheus said...

Cara Mia Tish, never thought The Rubaiyat of Omar Khaiyyam would be better than the Walther PPK.

gs said...

Hello! I'm the "verbing weirds the language" guy. I'm finally home and had a chance to check out your blog. Nice! I'm adding it to my list.

Regarding your nom de plume, I had a little mind-expanding experience a few months ago: Prometheus is always portrayed as a hero who brought Man the great gift of fire, but I was on a cruise ship and I saw a mural that suggested that maybe the gift of Prometheus has had consequences that weren't quite foreseen. Nervously looking over my shoulder at the copyright police, I've posted a photo of the mural here. Enjoy, and keep up the great blog!

Prometheus said...

Welcome back from your vacation, gs. And yes, leave it wretched humans to abuse heavenly gifts, especially one for which Prometheus had to suffer so much.

gem said...

James Bond, huh? You do have that adventure guy aura about you, even in the virtual sense--intrepid, pithy. You also have a Mr. Ed sense about you, too. But I don't know if you know who Mr. Ed is. A childhood hero. BTW,I checked out the quiz farm and took the what body part are you attracted to quiz. Like yours, my battery was also exhaustive and indisputably valid. I learned that I am most attracted to...the penis. And that's a good thing. But not necessarily a revelation. And that's what being married for 21 years will do for a girl as well.

Collective Soul said...

Prometheus, it is from those very depths that 007 arose. A challenge that must be met by someone who has the imagination to try, who is willing to fail and the to overcome the odds.

Maybe you are not Sean Connery (The only true Bond) and the Aston Martin DB9 is in the shop. But,what fires the imagination is forged in determination. When kicked in the arse, kick back. Politely of course, as that is the Bond way.