Mine:

INTP:

Introverted (I) 73.53% Extroverted (E) 26.47%
Intuitive (N) 61.9% Sensing (S) 38.1%
Thinking (T) 63.89% Feeling (F) 36.11%
Perceiving (P) 52.38% Judging (J) 47.62%

Your type is: INTP

INTP – “Architect”. Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

Notable Architects for INTPs:

Ludwig Boltzmann
Charles Darwin
Albert Einstein
Thomas Jefferson
David Keirsey
James Madison
Gregory Peck
Robert Rosen
Adam Smith
George Soros

1. Lives near me.

2. Is single.

3. Straight.

4. Employed.

5. Near my age.

6. And likes me?

Oh yeah, I need to move out of this Southern Hellhole and move to Colorado. Anyone want to buy my house? Anyone?

Narma

Nihmcompoop

Why?

Why must you–?

Oh shit.

Forget it.

1. Be happy today.

2. Live. Your. Life.

vision sees

expanded

glass

I was quite surprised by the large diameter of the rollers, they are supposed to be ‘reduced’ radius, after all.

I discovered how easy it is to roll the rollers down the hall on one end.

That was fun.

Then I put them in my yoga/ballet/treadmill/bike storage room.

Look at them. Again.

I wonder which way the bike goes?

Hmm. Definitely looks like it would feel most secure if the rear wheel were between two rollers as opposed to one.

Run back to the living room and check the directions.

Yep. That’s right.

Okay, do I need to move any rollers to accomodate the wheelbase. I set the bike on the rollers; look again.

Makes the most sense to have each hub over a roller.

I run back to the living room again. Check directions.

Again.

Yep. That’s right.

I’m wearing Chaco trail shoes. Jeans. T-shirt. My ballet bar looks like a good plan. I have SPD-SL’s, so can probably manage in Chaco’s for the moment.

I put the bike on rollers, and realize it’s a bit higher than usual. I wonder if I’m allowed to stand on the frame to mount, then try to get on the bike without standing on the frame.

Not happening.

I carefully stand on the frame, and manage to get on the saddle –death-grip on one handlebar, reasonable grip on the ballet barre.

Hmmm. Bar. Barre.

It was meant to be.

I start pedaling, and think, it’s just like riding on ice.

But I’ve never ridden on ice.

My grip’s tighten. My posture is gone.

Then I realize: it’s probably better to do more than half a revolution at a time.

I speed up to about half a revolution per 2 seconds.

Faster. Now half a rev per one second.

Then I remember to do one rotation at a time, and slowly get a little faster.

Almost feels vaguely normal.

I try to correct my posture.

But I don’t remember actually taking my eyes away from the ginormous silver rollers. Not even for a moment.

Well, I did look at my arm on the ballet barre once or twice.

May have to try again.

How about…

Right now!

Already, I like them better than the stationary bicycle trainer.

Thank goodness.

Don’t. Come. Back.

Are you a tad too old for cliques?

I think. Yes.

“having a Pilates butt is very good – more butt, more better!”

I am the big cheese
I am the big chesse,

ball

rolled in onions, chives, and slivered Almonds.

Soft inside and gooey.

The cheese ball