poll


If you would actually like to check off ticky boxes for this poll, you can go here.

If the giant killer asteroid was projected to hit your home town in the next 24 hours, what would you do?

Hit the highway with the 5,837,934 people trying to escape the area.
Shelter in place. They could be wrong!
Shelter in place. I wouldn’t want to be part of the dystopian society left after it hit.
Finally tell my parents I’m gay/an atheist/polyamorous/a 9th level wizard/other.
Finally take up gender experimentation/prayer/polyamory/D&D/other.
Hold the mother of all block parties.
Return ET’s phone call.
Loot and pillage.
Tell everyone how much I love them and curl up into a whimpering ball.
Give up the last seat on the last ‘chopper so the pregnant lady can escape.
Hold onto the skids of the last ‘chopper out of town.
Fall off the skids of the last ‘chopper out of town somewhere really dramatic.
Ticky doesn’t care for any of these options.
Other.

Insanely busy due to the end of the Fiscal Year, so in the meantime, here’s a poll for you. I swear it’s not related to being insanely busy because of the end of the Fiscal Year. Promise.


Ill-wishing: safety valve or moral failing?
Answers
Safety value.
Moral failing.
It’s a waste of energy. Why bother?
Whatever you do or think comes back to you threefold.
It may seem like a safety valve, but it festers in your soul and saps your creativity.
Soul, what soul?
I like grapes.
I don’t care for grapes, but I’m partial to pomegranate.
Ticky is in a moral quandary.
Ticky would like to buy a vowel.
Other.

You can vote on this poll here.

Should I buy the ridiculously expensive book I’ve wanted for years that is now $75 less than it was but still ridiculously expensive?

Yes!

No!

Refrain from using exclamation marks. They’re tacky.

What am I, your mother?

You know you want it, go ahead. A little taste can’t hurt.

I don’t know.

This is not a ticky sort of situation.

Other.

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