Well, this is completely silly, but one has to acknowledge that that does not make it stand out on this blog, does it?
By inner Daemon, I do not mean the one that encourages me to take the last biscuit in the house without asking (who requires a Daemon to do that, besides?). No, it is a product of the story "A Golden Compass", which shall soon be in all the cinemas. It looks happily SteamPunk with a bit of Tanglewood flavour tossed in. Aforementioned phantasies include the notion that everyone has a "Daemon" about, a fuzzy creature that reflects the inner you. Colonel O'Toole pointed the way to a "Daemon Test", somewhat akin to all those Cosmo tests that purport to determine interpersonal skills in twenty odd somewhat slanted questions. Unlike those pretentious questionaires, however, this test comes with pretty graphics and is far less determined to be insightful. It is more a "what do you think of yourself" and then allows one's friends to adjust it according to their (no doubt more objective) perceptions.
So, with no further ado, I present Tibbles, my Inner Daemon (the site gave me another name, but I like Tibbles):
Feel free to correct my misperceptions--Tibbles is currently a stately Snowcat, but no doubt, I am more akin to a Hedgehog or some such.
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When I came to your test, Tibbles was a falcon of sorts, but now is a ladybug, after I got finished giving answers.
And now he's back to a big pussycat!
Falcon would be nice, but as much as I respect the industry of ladybugs, they suffer from the fact that they are still, well, bugs.
Erm , its a foxy thing now.
Is that good?
FB
Actually, I believe it's a jackal, Fuschia, the same as I currently got. But he's a cute thing, yes?
I got a tiggy called Olin. I think that's good....
Oh, not a doggie anymore, now a stately bird. Well, I liked both, though I must admit have a flappy thing is near and dear to my aviatrix heart.
I do think this whole thing is a bit self-absorbed on my part ("come everyone, look at my psyche!") Not particularly modest, really, despite the creature's insistance on that!
Oh dear, oh dear. I have repeated the step which Lady Amber took Tibbles through. He was a lovely falcon, and I leave him, much to my chagrin, a ladybug.
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