Just for the heck of it...

You are a Tortured Conceptual Artist. Your fellow
postmodernists call you an anachronism, but
you've never cared much about the opinions of
others. After all, most of them are far too
simple-minded to appreciate the nuances of your
work. They talk, while you are part of a lived
tradition.
What kind of postmodernist are you!?
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Now, to sit around and wait some more until my sister gets up so we can go somewhere today. Maybe I'll piece together that weird dream I had last night... The stupid dog woke me up at 4 in the morning (I went to sleep at two) and I had already had this huge insane dream. That I can't remember now, because it's all confused with this other dream I had last night that involved going to McDonalds and driving this weird version of my car and almost getting into an accident, and this concert thing at Chicago with my one friend, and then being in this bookstore with my sister looking for gifts and having my mom yell at me to leave and looking at Japanese graphic novels, and finding tiny snowman nutcracker salt and pepper shakers I wanted to get for my mom and trying to find a save point in the bookstore so I could leave and... and.. well, it made even less sense when I was dreaming it, you fool!

You are a Tortured Conceptual Artist. Your fellow
postmodernists call you an anachronism, but
you've never cared much about the opinions of
others. After all, most of them are far too
simple-minded to appreciate the nuances of your
work. They talk, while you are part of a lived
tradition.
What kind of postmodernist are you!?
brought to you by Quizilla
Now, to sit around and wait some more until my sister gets up so we can go somewhere today. Maybe I'll piece together that weird dream I had last night... The stupid dog woke me up at 4 in the morning (I went to sleep at two) and I had already had this huge insane dream. That I can't remember now, because it's all confused with this other dream I had last night that involved going to McDonalds and driving this weird version of my car and almost getting into an accident, and this concert thing at Chicago with my one friend, and then being in this bookstore with my sister looking for gifts and having my mom yell at me to leave and looking at Japanese graphic novels, and finding tiny snowman nutcracker salt and pepper shakers I wanted to get for my mom and trying to find a save point in the bookstore so I could leave and... and.. well, it made even less sense when I was dreaming it, you fool!