Quiz time

If there's one thing that I hate about Facebook - apart from the fact that it makes my life seem much more mundane and boring compared to what friends are doing - it's the various requests from friends to match scores on quizzes such as those where I get to find out what kind of a person I am, what colours define me, what I am most likely to say to get easy sex, how will I handle a breakup, what film character I am and the kind.

Hot-tempered but considerate. Orange. Please can we have some sex before the kid wakes up. Five shots, a weepy movie and two of my best friends who bring the tissues. Scarlett O'Hara.

I know my answers, even if I do whine that I am yet to fully discover myself. And considering my belief in the philosophy of the unique, off-beat, off-the-beaten-track and sundry, I refuse to believe a bunch of generalisations can offer to sum me up. At least I hope I'm not as predictable.

So it is with slight moral trepidation that I took this particular quiz that I found on Seher's blog - just the kind to do with a cup of tea in hand, although I must say, some of the options are very America-centered: What Font Are You? *drum roll*

I can understand that very few will feel the leap-right-out-of-my-chuddies kind of anticipation I felt when I read those four words. I've fonts for most of my opinions, fonts for fashion, fonts for business, fonts for humour, fonts for tragedy. Teen audience? Try Cherry Bomb or Jokerman. Writing on the magic of the ages, the movies? Try Budmo Jiggler. Flashbulbs going off, very Moulin Rouge, I assure you. Interviewing Waheeda Rehman? Try Kaufman.

They carry weight, they carry the message, left hanging or underlined, given a shadow or just left stark, fonts give the reader the gist before you begin to read. They can even kill a really good copy, like a great song with dismal cinematography. Sometimes, I fall in love with their names. Take the money 1. Universal Jack. Biting my nails. Multiple personalities for my words.

And the result is:

"You are the Times New Roman.
Some call you timeless - others call you a snob. Either way, you're a class act all around. Just don't take yourself too seriously."

Sigh. If there's one font a journalist who's been warbling with words long enough considers straitjacketed, its the Times New Roman. It's what my words begin with, before they are polished and hewn and then crafted into something more magical. Basic, easiest to work with when trying to pick errors, easy on the eye, decent on printer paper. Sounds increasingly like me.

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ps: Try the test. And tell me if the readings were close!