Well, this is it: my first survey entry.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I realize that it's totally out of character for me, but I recently encountered a survey on another diary that asks the really tough questions and reveals more about one's psyche than any other survey I've ever seen before. So, I've decided to make a survey entry. Feel free to skip this one if you so care.
Survey stolen from Harm's Way at
http://www.freeopendiary.com/entryv
Name: Eric Jonathan Herboso, though here I am referred to as Garacan.
Location: Mobile, AL; USoA. It's a beuatiful place, though to truly appreciate it you have to really look at it.
Age: 21 years old. At times I feel much younger, though...
Sex: Male. This is not by choice, though... I much prefer females to males.
Favorite book: The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand, for it's views on philosophy, although I disagree with much of that philosophy. I know that sounds weird, but it's the truth.
Favorite poem: Paradise Lost, by Milton. I say this because Milton wrote in English, but even better: he wrote well in English. I wish I could write like Milton, but alas, I cannot.
Favorite sexual position: Standing, with the woman pushed up against a corner.
Favorite movie: I've not yet seen Instinct, so this might change in the near future, but for now it is Citizen Kane. (I've been meaning to see Instinct for a long while, now...
Favorite friend: Myself. If I hadn't been there for me all the times that I had, I would have long since gone crazy. Or is that I would have then been sane? Either way, it makes no difference -- they both amount to the same thing.
Favorite band: Manhattan Project, although no one else has ever heard of them. They combine bveautiful poetry with beautiful music -- a feat most other artists never get the hang of. I don't reccommend them to others, though; you really have to understand their style before you can appreciate their music.
Favorite line from poetry: "Acceptance is Perfection; understanding is love." (Quoted from Ashley Saxon, a young poet that I met once and never heard from again. Miss Saxon, if you ever read this, please e-mail me. I'd love to talk to you again.)
Favorite line from a novel: "That's the only way I can feel. Or not at all." (From The Fountainhead, p. 141 in the '94 Plume printing. Dominique is saying this in response to how she feels about reading books.)
Favorite line from a movie: "What we have here is a failure to communicate." (From Cool Hand Luke. If you've never seen this movie, then go watch it. Now.)
Name one line that sticks out right now, off the top of your head: "There will be no heavy duties. Your job is, every time I say something, contradict me with the strongest possible arguments." (Quoted from Wolfgang Pauli, to his new assistant. I so very much wish I could have been Pauli's assistant.)
Three ways in which you can make the world a better place: Written works, logical proof, and constant argument. Without these, the world will never get any better.
Three parts of the trinity: An attempt at fixing what earlier writers of the bible screwed up. I do not care how anyone interprets this logical faux pas any more that most people care how Rand writes of Dominique versus Roark.
Marquis de Sade is: so very close to perfection; if only he could have understood the true nature of happiness, then I would care for him more. Instead, his works were written more for shock value than for truth. To me, this is more like commercialism or a route to fame than true intelligence. He was close, though.
Favorite author: Milton. He writes beautifully. Too bad he was so devout.
Favorite poet: If I were a robot and cared only for sructure, I would answer Milton. But I'm not a robot -- I also care for content, and Milton was a retard. So I'll answer Whitman here. Don't misunderstand me, though -- I think Whitman is a horrible poet. It's just that he's the best there is. (Yeah, I know I'm weird.)
Favorite philosopher: You might expect me to say Rand, but that is not true. Rand was retarded. But since there's really no one better (though Nietzche comes close), I'll answer that I consider myself as my favorite philosopher. Is that egotistical? Perhaps, but I would debate that point.
Favorite philosophical work: Definitely The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand. I want to write something like that someday.
Least favorite philosopher: Augustine. While it's true that he was more logical than most of the devout, it is the fact that he acts as though he is better than other religious figures because of his logic that annoys me. If he praises logic so much, then why does he stop his logic when it comes to belief? Others were stupider than Augustine, but none of them ever considered themselves logical to an extreme.
Least favorite philosophical work: The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand. I hope I never write anything so inanely stupid in all of my life.
Least favorite novel: Ugh... There are so many. Today I'll go with The Scarlet Letter, by someone I can't recall. If you ask me again tomorrow, I'll likely answer differently with an equally retarded novel.
Least favorite poem: Well, ... it depends on how define 'least favorite'. As of now, I will answer with any poem by William Topaz McGonagall. The irony of the situation though is that I like McGonagall's style.
Least favorite movie: There have been some really bad ones out there. I'll answer Pokemon for right now, but I bet if I really thought about it I could come up with something worse.
Faith, Hope, or Charity: Faith, of course. Too bad I don't have any.
The Form of Forms: Love. The strange thing is that I say this based on faith alone. (Talk about doublespeak...)
Anything you can think of goes here: This is the only survey I've ever even considered filling out. Props to whomever thought this up.
To anyone who reads this: Feel free to steal this as you see fit. It will tell more about yourself than most of the other stupid surveys on the 'net... (c;
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