This is a strange survey. Where's the Likert Scale? The feeling thermometer? (Oh wait, the feeling thermometer is in the Mineshaft). But if the implicit question is about gender differences on chips, I think my wife's power of concentration on the matter at hand and her innate frugality does allow her to nihilisticly dip ever smaller chip fragments in the guac a kind of Fiesta Mexicano version of Achilles and the Tortoise while I watch her age before my eyes. But when I suggest opening another bag, she does agree.
As for the second. Yes, you are not alone. Although I can't say we spend hours booking flights. And the funny part of it is my wife is very very good at planning travel. And is the most on top of it and organized professional that you can imaging (much more so than I) and yet we form together like Voltron, the awesome giant robot of procrastination and stuff.
They're crisps goddammit, crisps.... sheesh.
That said, with the amount of work-related travel i get to do I'd be lost without the credit-card/internet tool. Dont like it much, but I've gotten over it.
Last year I was looking for flight info months ahead of time, never finding anything I liked. I ended up buying my tickets 2 days before I left, in large part because of inertia to make the purchase. I didn't end up paying any more, though. Less, actually, than the incompetent student travel agency had priced me 2 months earlier.
Referred to above is an international flight. (to rome)
Student travel agencies are all incompetent, aren't they?
Who does #1???? Ick. And irritating. If you like the bottom of the bag, fine, that's one thing, but you should never ever mix top and bottom. Of the bag, in potato chips, that is. In terms of sex, having a top and a bottom is not a bad idea.
2. I do the same, but give myself a drop-dead date by which I must have the ticket or else. I've often saved money by waiting. The last conference I went to I managed to score a 300 ticket after days of seeing it at over 500. And I procrastinated on the G'ville-oggedville ticket for Lost in Translation Tour leg 1 and my dad surprised me with a frequent flyer ticket.
Good god, man, those chip crumbs are an indispensable adjunct to many fine culinary treats! I would never think of tossing them. They make tuna fish interesting and crunchy. They add a certain je ne sais quoi to the surface of leek dip. Tortilla chip crumbs can be spooned up with guacamole-and-salsa. [Fill spoon with latter; dip into former.]
Re: Airline booking: I am frugal. I book far in advance, having checked out the various online offers, then called the airline to see if I could talk them down a bit. Agents can frequently scare up some offer that's been hidden in a cellar amongst the rabid ferrets. If they can't, I'll book online, if only for the immediacy of the itinerary printout. I do the same with hotels, tho' they sometimes have an online-only special rate.
I book online pretty much routinely... unless I have managed to get myself to an off-internet place when I fear I'm about to pass the n weeks before the flight deadline when everything gets hella expensive.
Also, count me in with the "it's not really a survey unless you actually ask a question" crowd.
So Ogged, it seems I'm not the only one looking for answers to unasked questions.
Yeah, marriage will cure you of that whole eating-the-crumbs habit in a hurry. The first time that it costs you a sex act, you'll stop doing it.
I've been booking airline tickets online for 8 years. There is just about nothing else you can still do on the internet that you could do 8 years ago.* And (someone get me my lightning shield) I have literally never had the slightest problem with any part of a ticket that I bought online. No reservation has ever been lost or altered; no fare charged in excess or in duplicate. If I can be this fortunate, then it must be good.
*Even teh pr0n wasn't present at the creation.
There was porn on the internet eight years ago.
There was porn on the internet eighteen years ago.
*Even teh pr0n wasn't present at the creation.
Define creation. I would guess very low resolution stuff was being distributed over the internet by the late seventies.
I can certainly remember spending multiple hours to download a single image over a 2400 baud modem (back when 2400 was fast, circa 1992. This may more about my hairy palms than anything, but teh pron has been around a goodly long time.
Chopper,
2400 baud modem
That's nothing. I can remember when people didn't cofuse baud with bps.
I will concede that a few people probably traded a few dirty pictures over The Well or the old school AOL if you will concede that your pointing it out puts you so far over the edge of "dirty old man" that you should have to put condoms on all your fingers before posting.
(Because god knows we're not allowed to exaggerate to make a point on this website)
Written porn on Usenet, diddy. BBSes.
Define creation. I would guess very low resolution stuff was being distributed over the internet by the late seventies.
Try googling for "ascii porn". In fact, I believe I've read that industrious onanists used teletype-like systems to distribute typed pornography well before the internet. But I'm not sure of my sources, and of course won't be answering any questions about how I might have come across this information. So to speak.
to clarify: by "typed" I mean imagery composed of punctuation marks and letters, not just written pornographic stories. it's hard to describe the effect until you see it.
Tom, I think we discussed ascii porn here a while back, and someone even posted some, maybe. But I can't find it. Shorter version: trust me, we all know what you mean.
Cross-posted with b-dub. That's the one!
Gary: Well, I can remember when people spelled "confuse" correctly!
I can remember when people didn't call Tripp 'Gary', fothermucker.
Also previously, but not as previously.
if you will concede that your pointing it out puts you so far over the edge of "dirty old man" that you should have to put condoms on all your fingers before posting.
I concede nothing. I'm 32, and I remember what it was like. And if you think that I should put condoms on my fingers because of electronic cooties, you don't have any idea what I just sent your way with the click of this -->
And I have never even toughed a fother, much less mucked one!
Yes, yes. Chopper can't type. Chopper hypocritically picks on others. Chopper doesn't really mean it when he's being a dick. Sometimes Chopper has a little too much too drink and "loses control" of his "bladder."
And now, in the evolution of computer porn, geek fantasies
(bikini babes, but otherwise SFW)
er, that should've been "internet porn" not "computer porn"
There was porn on the internet eighteen years ago.
There was porn on the ARPANET before you were born.
In fact, that's DE pictured in the link at 18. And you know ascii never gets old.
Pron was in the beginning
Is now, and ever shall be
World without end
There was porn on the ARPANET before you were born.
You mean all those "cannons" shooting "missiles"?
Re my 26:
I was perhaps being a tetch confrontational. Sorry if anyone (esp. Diddy) felt that I was overly up in their grill.