Preach, bro.
I enjoyed most of Teri Garr’s work, to the extent that, when I bought a brand new car and then she made her exit a week later, I decided to name my car “Inga” – the rear license plate frame has the dealer name scraped of and replaced with “Put the Candle Back”. (I have not been in the habit of naming my cars, but this time it seemed warranted.)
I voted against buy a house, and I would let “whatnot” do most of the heavy lifting as far as what I would do with the money.
I like pretty much all genres of music until they get too extreme. Early rap was fun. Gangster Rap in an abomination.
Even Rock and Roll can get too far in a couple niche genres.
How many times i relive the day depends on how it goes. Many days are fine, or great, and I’d prefer to keep them real. Some days i feel i made bad choices and would appreciate a redo. Some days go horribly wrong, and it might take several tries to do better.
The only genre of music that gave me pause is opera.
I concluded that I could see why someone could enjoy it, but it took me a moment.
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I’ve got two I’d need to vote for in the music poll, so I didn’t vote. Most of the time I prefer silence; but sometimes I prefer music, and when I do there’s genres I’m not into though a number that I am. I understand that other people like them, though; and to some extent think I understand why.
I suppose I’ll take the red candy, and voted that way, but I might just turn them all down.
How many times I’d want to re-run the day depends on which day it is. – also, up in the higher numbers, I don’t know; I don’t know how soon I’d just get sick of even a very good day, or start to feel like I’d better get on with my life.
12-tone and atonal music are nothing but noise to me. I will never understand their appeal.
In that context, it’s definitely twentyfour-seven, and I voted that way. In some other contexts, it would be 24 divided by 7. I don’t know any context in which I’d use any of the others. I suppose I’d take “24 over 7” to mean the same thing as “24 divided by 7”, but I wouldn’t phrase it that way myself unless it were actually presented in that format.
I can’t conceive of ever wanting to end the loop, short of after a 1000000 years just wanting to die. If I’ve got effectively unlimited money, goodwill and an eternal middle-age I’m going to use that for a very long time.
Heck, I don’t think I’ve been 100% certain about anything in my life, much less as big an event as marriage (one, only, still going at almost 23 years)! I voted 4 of 5, and it would be on the high side of that range for me, though I often had doubts that getting married was what was best for her. She’s absolutely a better person than I deserve.
A solid 5. Never a doubt.
It may sound hokey, but the day I met my wife, I knew I wanted to marry her.
Nothing ever dissuaded me of that notion, and if anything, my conviction was even stronger when we actually said “I Do” four years later.
That was 32 years ago, and I still feel the same way.
At marriage, probably between 3 & 4. Post-marriage? Well, techinically, it’s still peri-marriage, and the answer has run the gamut from googling divorce lawyers to no doubts at all. I think the average is about 4, though.
We had lived together for 10+ years before marriage. We got married because of finances: we found out how much money we could save by putting me on his very excellent insurance. No doubts ever about being with the right person; we’d had plenty of time to be sure.
Karen Lingel’s poll about 24/7 pronunciation may be the first time a poll has reached 50+ votes and still be unanimous.
I knew I was on the right track with Mrs Magill when every single one of our friends basically told me that proposing to her was the first smart thing I had ever done.
Even after two years of dating and twenty-four years of marriage, I enjoy spending time with her. She also makes noises that she feels the same, so I’m either a complete dumb-dumb, or she actually feels the same way.
For issues with the drive through, I reported I’d park and go inside to correct the order, but that’s based on the assumption that I figure it out prior to driving away… which has almost never happened.
Either I check before I leave (about 80% of the time), or I get home, realize they screwed me, and toss it and go online to make a complaint, generally with little success (eyeballing you Whataburger!) leading to a very low yelp or similar online evaluation for the location.
I’ve done all the (drive through) options, tbf.
We always check because of allergens. It’s not a simple matter of being able to go ahead and eat something we didn’t order.
We always check. As the wise Louie Ghetz once said, “They fuck you at the drive-thru!”