CarPerson Spent the day relaxing, not even thinking about sitting in pointless meetings, and watching groups of people get along famously. Later he went home, spread some dust around the house, and then sat around watching reality TV while staying absolutely, completely sober.
I am the Counter-Earth version of me! It’s ottO you have to watch out for.
I can’t wait to see what MirrorImageegamIrorriM does with his user name.
He smiled at a pretty girl and she smiled back - and later that evening they went out, and naturally he took her home for the evening.
FatherPat conducted the morning service then went home to peruse the latest conspiracy websites while chugging coffee and chainsmoking.
Anti-sturm, having just completed a hostile takeover of Positronic Arts, proceeded to round up several hot married women of his acquaintance for an orgy. He brought them all just to the edge of supreme earthly pleasure, but had to stop to take an important business call, after which he hastily got dressed and left to dangle one of his many rivals over a balcony.
Exeter/Jorgasnovara slept late, ate a huge breakfast, and lounged around all day, never thinking of engineering or science or reading. This evening he won’t be playing any sports, but will simply watch his three cats starve, rather than feeding them. He’s a sadistic SOB.
Tim Toldrum stayed focused and worked hard at his job. How I hate him!
Slept late? Yes
Ate a huge breakfast? Yes
Lounged around all day? Yes
Not thinking about engineering or science? Yes
Not playing sports? Yes
Not feeding any cats? Yes
My God, I’m the anti-matter CalMeacham! And if so, he’s the anti-matter Little Nemo! So he must have spent his day having torrid sex with Brazilian lingerie models.
I think it’s clear which of us got the better end of this deal.
PoetryOdin spent the day working at the car dealership. He’s a very gregarious person, and enjoys how his job keeps letting him meet new people every day. He had a good day, and sold a car today.
After he finishes work, he’s planning to go home for dinner with his wife and kids. It’s sunny and warm, so he’s thinking that they’ll spend some time after supper outside working on the yard. Then he’ll put the kids to bed, take his wife to bed, and cuddle.
What the bastard doesn’t know is that I’ve smuggled a matter-bomb into his house, and it’s set to release the matter into the house at 2:30 AM. 
as_u_wont stayed up late because she cared passionately about the Pennsylvania Democratic primary, rejoiced in her immaculately clean house, and rose early to catch up on reading romance novels. She shuddered at the very idea of a perpendicular universe in which politics was boring, houses were messy, and literature was literate. Then she trained the dog to do a new trick.
HaiNinja! woke up late and felt just fine. He thanked the lord (in whom his faith never swayed) that he had a physically and psychologically healthy life, then went off to work. At the end of the day he had no trouble with computers or automated phone systems, got his bills all paid, and then settled down for mind-numbing TV. The commercials fascinated him, and he felt compelled to buy whatever it was they were selling. Then he went to bed, not planning out a thing for the rest of the week.
Scary Spice spent today exactly the same way she’s spent the last two months… methodically summarising her bioinformatics lecture notes, reading additional papers on the subjects, experimenting with the bioinformatics programs she is meant to know how to use, and generally preparing conscientiously for the exam she is due to sit in about five weeks time. She is going to be the best damn student this course has ever had, and will find the cure for cancer in ten years time. She has never heard of ‘Quake’, ‘Civilization’, ‘Populous’ or the ‘Internet’.
::hijack::
What is Populous?
eta: Never mind. I foolishly assumed that the word was too common to be worth googling, but if you mean this, I was wrong.
Mirror Der Trihs is known as the Hereditary Lord-President of the Holy Christian Empire of America. He spends much of his time lounging in his throne in the White House ( so named because it is constructed from the bones of atheists and liberals ), decreeing horrific fates for the unbelievers his minions the Redshirts drag in front of him. Named thus because they wear uniforms dyed with the blood of their enemies, the Redshirts scour the land for atheists, liberals, video gamers, and science fiction fans to be put to a slow death. At this moment, he is informing the cook that he’ll have roasted orphan for dinner tonight.
Ronaele made several men swoon today by just walking by them. Apparently her svelte yet lucious figure proved too much for them. Where was she walking? Why, to her mailbox, where the lottery check for 27 million awaited her.
Skald-Prime is watching all of this on repeater-scope from his secret HQ. He and his minions (none of whom are genetically engineered venon spewing fire spitting winged howler monkeys) have worked long and hard to overthrow the despotic Lord President, and tonight is the night their plan will go into effect.
It involves sing Christmas carols till the Lord President sumbmits to justice.
I’m not sure if I’m the good or the evil version. My answer would depend on determining this.
If you’re not sure, go with evil.
I musta slept through that part. Pepper Mill’s away with MilliCal this week – I haven’t even had sex with her.