I have the accent that I didn’t know was an accent because all the TV news anchors sound like me. Midwestern (Michigander.)
If I wake up needing to pee, I usually get out of bed right away and go do it, because otherwise I know I’ll never fully fall asleep again. It also feels good afterwards to snuggle back under the covers, or with my true love, when I get into bed (and maybe flip the pillow over, too).
In any event, I purposefully never look at the clock if I wake up before the alarm goes off, because then I inevitably start thinking of how much time it will be before I have to get out of bed, and wondering if I’ll have time to fully fall asleep again.
I’d be very leery of fake meat of any kind until it had been through all kinds of FDA tests and approvals, and had been available to the public long enough for any problems to become apparent.
We have several hundred books on our first floor, the “public” area of our house, including in four big bookshelves in our living room and a small one (mostly with cookbooks) in our kitchen.
I haven’t seen any of the Expendables movies, although the trailers are usually at least mildly amusing. Not sure how much most of the stars’ toughness is an act, and how much is genuine.
I have a Midwestern (NE Ohio) accent, which doesn’t sound like much of an accent to me at all - certainly not as distinctive as Brooklyn, Nawlins, Memphis, Boston or Chicago.
Thirded.
I have a hint of a Chicago accent, but having been raised mostly in the suburbs, it doesn’t rise close to SNL “Da Bearss!” levels.
In any case, I suppose, “Midwestern” it is.
Even though I’ve lived in California for over 40 years, I am told that I still have a trace of a Philadelphia accent.
Hahszcum Philly gets their own accent and Picksburgh don’t? Buncha jagoffs.
I grew up in a small steel mill town about an hour north of Pittsburgh. My maternal grandparents, who were very present in my life, had Italian accents since they were children of immigrants. My mother and uncle sounded much more American, but some of their parents’ accents came through. I never had the strong accent like Pittsburgh Dad does, and when I went into broadcasting I trained a lot of the 'Burgh out of my speech. Then I lived in Houston for a while, followed by Los Angeles and Ft. Drum, NY.
Dad’s family is from Galveston by way of New Orleans, but the only real speech I picked up from him was saying y’all instead of yunz. (My parents split when I was 7 and I didn’t see my dad again for 20 years.)
The apple poll says to choose up to 3, but it only lets you vote for 1.
I couldn’t vote in the apple poll because I have never heard of most of the varieties.
The newer breeds (Fuji, Honeycrisp, etc.), all bred for sweetness, all taste alike to me.
I like a good Macoun apple. New England apple. They have a short season and don’t ship well so they’re only available locally.
There’s no White Castle around here (except frozen in the supermarket) but whenever I visit family in the Midwest I stop at one.
I don’t think we have a White Castle around here. The only reason I know of the existence of White Castle is the film. You know the one.
I hadn’t heard of most of them either, but I don’t understand why that would prevent one from voting. I just voted for the one that was my favorite, which I am familiar with.
The poll was missing the selection: “You’re making up most of these names, aren’t ya?”
I said American, Calfornian for my accent. My parents, however, had a few Midwesternisms. When I was about 10, I deliberately changed from “warsh” to “wash” and from “greazy” to “greasy.” My siblings made fun of me at the time, but none of them retained those regionalisms in adulthood.
My favority apple to eat is a non-sweet green apple with salt.
I used to play golf semi-regularly, from my early 20s, until about a decade ago.
Early in my business career, golf outings were common. A friend of mine got into golf for a while, and he and I would go out for 9 holes on Saturday mornings. And, it was something I could do with my parents a few times a year, when I was visiting with them, as they were both avid golfers. But, all of that said, I was never particularly good at it.
Golf outings became less common, my friend got fed up with golfing, my parents stopped playing as they got older, and greens fees here in Chicago have become very expensive.
So, now, I’m in the position where I don’t care much about it, one way or the other.
Criterion. Yellow, slightly misshapen, often with a brown blotch at the stem. Yummy. 
The Handicap Stall is the Cadillac of pooping stools. Room to stretch out and bars for when you need to power-squeeze.
Thank you Dan Whitney.
The White Castle poll needs something between “once or rarely” and “all the time”.
No vote from me.
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I’ll use the handicapped stall if it’s the only one available. I’d defer to anybody who either was visibly handicapped or just said that they were if such a person were present.
I use the handicap stall only when I’m pretty certain it won’t be needed within the next few minutes by someone who is actually disabled.
For example, at the gym at 6:00 am I’m pretty confident that I won’t be depriving someone of its availability.
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The notion that the handicapped stall is reserved for handicapped persons is silly. It is an accommodation for their disability. No one said a handicapped person needs priority in the bathroom, or should never have to wait like everybody else. How about the wheelchair ramp? Am I violating some social norm if i walk up the ramp instead of the stairs?