Jump on Signore Alighieri's bandwagon! {nudge nudge, wink wink}

[libertango]

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

Comments

[elabeth.livejournal.com]

Welcome to level 7. Care for a mint?

[hal-obrien.livejournal.com]

"Welcome to level 7. Care for a mint?"

[[to get the full effect of this, you really should imagine john cleese saying this next bit, in full basil fawlty mode:]]

A mint? A mint? Madam, have you become completely deranged? Here we are, cowering in eternal brimstone, hellfire, and damnation, and you offer a mint? Toiling in sweat as the flames lap at our feet, imps sticking us with their pitchforks, and you offer a mint?

{beat}

I think I'd fancy a Newcastle ale, instead. ;)

did you know cleese did a recording of c.s. lewis' the screwtape letters? it's a collection of epistles from a senior to a junior demon, and cleese is the perfect... entity for the job. :)

[nomi.livejournal.com]

I'm in even more good company - you, me, and a few of my other lj friends are in the 7th level of hell.

[hal-obrien.livejournal.com]

"I'm in even more good company - you, me, and a few of my other lj friends are in the 7th level of hell."

Well, thank you for including me as "good" company.

I'm beginning to think, pace the post I just made to elabeth in this thread, that perhaps The 7th Circle of Hell is just a pub, tucked away in an alley by Leicester Square, and this is all a terrible misunderstanding. :)

Hm.

No, what it reminds me of is an old joke, which I'll update:

A fellow dies. Goes to hell. And, as he's being given a tour of the place, he sees Saddam Hussein, freshly dead. The interesting bit is that Jennifer Lopez and Juliette Binoche are each perched on Saddam's thighs, coquettishly squirming and whispering nothings in his ears.

So, as the fellow and his imp guide move on, he asks the imp, "I don't get it. Saddam was a despicable human being. What sort of punishment is that?"

The imp looks at him, rolls his eyes, and explains patiently, "What makes you think he's the one being punished?"

So whatever it is you, elabeth, and bonvogue have done... I'm glad to see you. :)

[bonvogue.livejournal.com]

You are the only come that comes close to me.

We are sooo very compatible, even tho I tho you were technical in the begining. ;-P

[hal-obrien.livejournal.com]

"We are sooo very compatible, even tho I tho you were technical in the begining. ;-P"

{ahem}

What... And worrying about "compatibility" isn't technical? Talk about pots and kettles! :)

I am technical. Kind of. I'm also arty, fusty, playful, inventive, and terribly reactionary. My name is legion, I contain multitudes.

Which is fun, most of the time. :)

(as if jewelry-making isn't technical. hmph. :)

Tonight is bitchy night

[bonvogue.livejournal.com]

that was a perflect blend of dorkness and nerdy-ness, well done.

;-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Re: Tonight is bitchy night

[hal-obrien.livejournal.com]

It's not often one sees "perfect" and "dorkness" so close to each other.

{beat}

hal resists the oppty for an el suave rico line at this point