From Reverendmother over at RevGalBlogPals:
There are two types of people in the world, morning people and night owls. Or Red Sox fans and Yankees fans. Or boxers and briefs. Or people who divide the world into two types of people and those who don't. Let your preferences be known here. And if you're feeling verbose, defend your choices!
We're continuing our tandem play tradition today. This one should be interesting...
1. Mac? or PC?
Typist: Because of equipment available to me through college and jobs over the years, I've demonstrated an ability to straddle the fence on this one... and those Mac commercials are really cute... but when it gets down to actually spending my own money, it's a PC all the way.
Cub: Does Mac mean macaroni? Because I like macaroni. Does PC mean PoppyCub? Because I get called that quite a bit. How 'bout if someone said, "Hey, PoppyCub, come here! There's some macaroni on the floor!" I'd like that.
2. Pizza: Chicago style luscious hearty goodness, or New York floppy and flaccid?
Typist: Chicago style. Haven't been there in years, and Real Live Preacher just reported on his trip, so now I'm craving me some Giordano's.
Cub: There are reasons I'm named Cub, and one of them has to do with Chicago. So I should probably say Chicago. But the truth is, any pizza = good, if it gets within my reach at all. (Which almost never happens.)
3. Brownies/fudge containing nuts:
a) Good. I like the variation in texture.
b) An abomination unto the Lord. The nuts take up valuable chocolate space.
[or a response of your choosing]
Typist: I don't use the phrase "abomination unto the Lord" very often (even though it's fun to say!), but this may well be one of the cases. Nothing against nuts, mind you -- they're tasty on their own, and they won't stop me from eating a homemade brownie -- but when I make 'em myself, nuts don't enter the picture.
Cub: Brownies are Not For Poppies. So I sit this one out.
4. Do you hang your toilet paper so that the "tail" hangs flush with the wall, or over the top of the roll like normal people do?
Typist: This is one of the few ways in which I could be classified as "normal."
Cub: I'm pleading "no thumbs" on this one. (Besides, on the rare occasions I have a need for toilet paper, it usually means I haven't done something quite right on my own, so I'm generally not fond of it.)
5. Toothpaste: Do you squeeze the tube wantonly in the middle, or squeeze from the bottom and flatten as you go just like the tube instructs?
Typist: Back in the Days of Metal Tubes, I was diligent about squeezing from the bottom. But now it doesn't so much matter, does it?
Cub: This is another "no thumbs" one. But I just want to say that I don't like having my teef brushed. Even if the toothpaste tastes like beef. The Boy loves having his teef brushed because of that, but I know it's just a trick.
Bonus: Share your favorite either/or.
Typist: The Alpha and I will forever disagree on whether the syncopation in the last line of "Ode to Joy" is really supposed to be there. I got my way for our wedding postlude, but only because our organist was my friend and a fellow Beethoven purist. As a hymn at church, we do it his way because it's more singable. And I reserve the right to not like it.
Cub: Back when I did crate training, I maintained that "crate" meant "go to that corner of the living room." Then the thumb-havers moved the black wire thing I sat in when I went to that corner, and they expected me to go to the new place where it was when they said "crate!" Silliness. But I eventually started doing it just to make them happy.
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8 comments:
Always the syncopation. Always.
Giordanos! God bless the smart people & good doggies of the world. Mocha Java sends his woofs out that the crust is where the action is at & that shredding the TP is always a funnny trick on his people.
Yup: syncopation.
And about the brownies... shortly after we moved into our house (with which Suzy the Beagle Huntress conveyed, as her former family was moving to Europe), I baked two batches of brownies. One batch was cut into squares, which were individually wrapped in plastic wrap and placed on a plate on the kitchen table for one of the munchkins to take to school in the morning. The other batch was left in its pan on the stove, for US. :-)
When we came downstairs in the morning, we found the paper plate from beneath the brownies, in perfect, pristine condition. Around it were a couple dozen pieces of perfectly clean, unripped, untorn plastic wrap. And no brownies. Suzy had taken the plate off of the table, unwrapped every single brownie with painstaking care, and eaten them all. She's one talented lady!
My dog once ate a whole container of brownies. The container was sealed and I do not know how she got them off the top of the microwave on top of the counter...I think she convinced the new kitten, in the middle of the night, to climb up there and knock them down for her and then while she gobbled them up the kitten watched amused...me, I was not amused. Luckily I knew to give her two tablespoons of hydrogen peroxide on white bread to help her upchuck the brownies. Does she appreciate it that I saved her life...sigh. I doubt it, a dog's memory and ability to connect one event to another being what it is...now all things chocolate are kept in the cupboard where not even the cat can get them....
Cub: thumbs are not all they're cracked up to be.
Ummmmm Chicago pizza and brownies....
I could eat a whole container of brownies, but not gonna do it. Scared that Mompriest will hunt me down and give me hydrogen peroxide on bread......
Zorra learned that "go" meant, "Go sit in that corner next to the baker's rack so you aren't underfoot in the kitchen." Bad mama and daddy sometimes forgot that, and said "go" when we wanted her to go outside, which was really confusing.
Zorra's buddy Mandy (she and Amie have not met) once got into a bowl of Easter candy and ate every one of the little chocolate Easter eggs, foil and all. She must have enjoyed that, but I don't think she enjoyed having her humans rush her to the vet...
And yes to the syncopation.
I don't know whose play I liked better, but I gotta go with Tripp, sycopation. Great play. Really great. Funny too.
But I don't know why Cub can't have any brownies? My dogs always knew how to steal the pan before I knew it.
RevAbi, your dogs don't get sick when they eat chocolate? Cub had no ill effects from snagging a dish of M&Ms at a friend's house once, but we don't chance it anyway.
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