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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The troops thing was a guess. I figured it wasn't as high as the high number and with ramping up with 100,000+ more troops, I figured it was a good guess.
What makes me laugh is because I'm so NPR dependent that if you asked me to spell Bernanke's name, I'd never get it right.
Look at the percent correct breakdown by question and demographics. FASCINATING! I'm a data nerd.
I got three wrong - fed chairman, afghanistan, and the unemployment rate.
12 for 12. Perhaps I pay too much attention to current events.
Hanging out at Daily Kos got me 11 for 12, I was thinking the wrong direction on paying for health care.
Timelies all!
Sleepy now.
12 for 12 here, although I was reminded that I really have to bone up on my geography--for a second, I was waffling on where certain Middle East countries are in relation to each other.
11 for 12.
I is fairly smart.
I totally guessed on the Afghanistan troop #s, and the geography one, but got them both right! 12/12!
This Watson was way too spry for having suffered an injury in the war!
Depends on the injury, though, doesn't it? If it's not something that causes him pain (or it's pain that he's willing to work through every time) or it results in a restricted range of movement that I would not be able to break down without another viewing (not the worst thing in the world, especially with a pause button).
An "online" story about some creature named Cthulhu, by some guy names Neil Gaiman: I, Cthulhu, or, What’s A Tentacle-Faced Thing Like Me Doing In A Sunken City Like This (Latitude 47° 9' S, Longitude 126° 43' W)?
Oh, dear God. Someone kick my ass off this couch! The sum total of my accomplishments for the day: posted two books on eBay; gave a pointless assist to someone in the midst of a kerfuffle with a bunch of assholes whose minds we will never change; ate lots of cream cheese and lox; thought about taking a shower.
I have to get to the post office before it closes, and I really have to vacuum the living room before the cookie-crumbs-and-Christmas-tree-needles-to-carpet ratio tips too far in the wrong direction, and I seriously have to shower. I don't think I've aimlessly slugged around like this since before I met Hec.