When I was in college my roommate, the clever Swooze, had a poster of Edward Gorey’s The Gashlycrumb Tinies. What with us being busy college students and all, we devoted what extremely precious, very little free time we had to memorizing the whole thing. A is for Amy who fell down the stairs, B is for Basil, assaulted by bears. And so on, and so forth. You know, just in case the final was going to be cumulative.
In our defense, the poster was hanging in the bathroom… Anywho, moving on.
Sheryl over at Paper Napkin posted a link to this awesome quiz the other day — What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die? Here are my results:
You will be sucked dry by a leech.
I’d stay away from swimming holes, and stick to good old cement.
Even if it does hurt like hell when your toe scrapes the bottom.
The thing is, although I don’t mind being Fanny per se (I do so love her big floppy hat), I don’t really like the explanation, which doesn’t seem to be personality oriented in the least. How on earth would you ever figure out what I’m all about from that? I mean, what does it say about ME? So I retook the quiz, changed some of the answers, and got the same results. Hm. I took it again, changed the answers again, same results. Now please understand, I was answering completely differently, but still with plausible answers. In other words, I didn’t go off half cocked claiming to be Quiet, or that I would take a job as a Library Aide (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I just answered the questions differently within the realm of honest answers.
Fanny every time.
So, I guess no more swimming holes for me.
What horrible Edward Gorey death will you die?
we’re goin’ down together. i guess we should stay away from leek-y looking bodies of water. by the way, you should know that:
24111 other people got this result!
This quiz has been taken 229423 times.
25% of people had this result.
Hmmm…
Q is for Quentin who sank in the mire.
You will sink in a mire. You like to think you’re normal, but deep down you really just want to strip off your clothes and roll around in chicken fat.
Now you all know my secret fantasy, wonder what the points value is.
See you soon,
xo
G is for George smothered under a rug. I took it three times with different answers. So that settles it. I’m not getting under rugs anymore.
Holy crap crabby, where do you find these things? Sure enough, she’s got me pegged. Trying to pretend I’m a regular girl despite the occasional bizarre fantasy. But why on earth is my chicken fat fetish going to lead me to a mire?
You will sink in a mire. You like to think you’re normal, but deep down you really just want to strip off your clothes and roll around in chicken fat.
“S is for Susan who perished of fits. Repeat this to yourself, ‘Things can work out if I don’t get my way…'”
Things can work out if I don’t get my way? What things? WHOSE things? Clearly not mine! I feel a fit coming on. Aaaaaarrrgh…
I’m Fanny too.
And I love my hat.
PS. I saw a Gorey play in college and fell in love. Mr. Gorey is my hero.
jen M — i’d love nothing more than to battle leeches with you. glad to know you’ll be there with me.
gcq — i could’a told you that about the rugs if you’d only asked. glad you learnt it anyhow.
swooze — crabby! you always wanted to be quentin! awesome!
susan — yes. perfect.
jenny — you me and jen M! fightin the leeches with our floppy hats. stylish all the way.
George under the rug.
Do I have a better chance with bare wood floors and an occaisional (small) throw rug? Or should I go wall-to-wall carpeting?
You’re officially my new favoritist blogger. I’m heading there right now. That was the very first alphabet book we bought for my daughter, no kidding.
Quentin.
I love Fanny’s hat.