Huh, came here to comment this myself.

Tried it, didn’t like it, but the idea still intrigues me decades later. Didn’t expect it to be answered and upvoted already though.

It actually turned out to be my favourite form of liquor now.

Never would’ve guessed I’d turn into a bit of a beer snob given that first ridiculous spit-take, but here I am craving witbeirs, hefeweizens, wheat ales, lambics, refermented, Trappist, or my biggest weakness, particularly good sour beers like tart fruit or a Flanders red or even a dark sour that’s one of the best beers I’ve ever had. (Commensurately has one of the best beer labels I’ve ever seen.)

The most famous is the War of the Worlds broadcast;

Yarp, literally the only one I know off the top of my head.

the stuff that made me happy as a kid.

Okay.

We need an “I got an N64 w/Goldeneye” day and an “I got the lego space-ship with light strips that actually light up” day.

I had the right not to be happy

I rather like that.

I work in 911 dispatch, we always get some really crazy/sad calls around this time of year. I deal with it just fine personally, but it doesn’t exactly put me in a holly jolly mood.

Fishbowl guy needs some love too, no? (sorry, from a previous post but lol, that stuck.)

Deep down I’m still an edgy militant atheist, and really want nothing to do with religious celebrations.

The older I get the more atheist I become rather than agnostic, and the more militant towards that I become despite trying not to be. But everything just screams it to me the more and more I understand the world on a fundamental level and experience life. Been a couple things in the past few years that have really clicked for me that didn’t before. And where I am right now (staying in a hostel) where I meet people who won’t turn on BlueTooth because it “messes with their brain” have…

…

…

Yeah. Them five whole G’s on a cellphone are going to break you, but you go ahead and have a loud conversation in a public space on your speaker-phone…

“Say cheese!”

“Why?”

“Because it makes you look like you’re smiling.”

“Oh…”

so masking sets in which is very stressful.

Pretending to be happy sucks. (…the energy right out of me.)

In terms of identity? Eh. None.

I’m my own particular kind of screwed up. I’m a nerd that doesn’t fit in with nerds. I’m an artist that doesn’t fit in with artists. I love science but I’d never want to be a scientist.

Even characters I previously thought were pillars of my identity were darlings in need of killing. (Raistlin Majere in my mid-late teens as an example. He didn’t survive my early 20’s.)

Never met anyone quite like me and never read nor watched anyone quite like me. A favourite who’d be the closest answer to this question (who still is nothing like me, not even close) would be Drusas Achamian from Bakker’s Second Apocalypse.

To quote him,
He frowned at the lyrics of Protathis, finding them overwrought even though they had seemed to speak his soul’s own tongue twenty years earlier.

No one has spoken my soul’s own tongue, not really.

In a completely opposite answer, in terms of life experiences? Hell this’ll earn me some downvotes but it’s amusingly/sadly true.

I think Ryan Reynolds callbacks and 4th wall breaks have a weirdly good habit of landing with me. We’re fairly near enough in age that Deadpool and Free Guy gave me some chuckles. Him referencing Blade 2 was a deep cut lol.

When I’m looking to buy something instead of looking for entertainment.

When I’m checking a local flyer or few to see the best deal on insert grocery item I’d love it if advertisers could just go, “well, we’re the cheapest this week on cans of green-beans so… walk over here and buy a few.”

Make it efficient instead of something I’m literally willing to spend my time finding an adblock for. I’m not even opposed to personalized ads. I think it’s a great idea in theory. But scummy corps screw the world over and this is just one weirdly specific aspect of it.

Bookface. It’s not even that clever it just stuck with me for some random ass reason.

Please reply to my ask-ouija post.

Nature lets me know that despite me being an atheist she has an eye on me.

Typically this is done by a bird-of-prey consistently watching me.

An owl and a hawk most recently, in places unexpected.

Poor hawk was not happy in the rain. Turns out neither was I, and that trip was fuckin’ useless to-boot. (Save that I saw the hawk.)

Good.
F’n.
Answer. (to this post)

TBF (to myself) I sometimes use a clickbaity title if I think it sounds good.

Buh bye. Cool.

I am right.

“Actually in practise” isn’t what this post is about.

and at -1 I’ll be pedantic.

I am correct. Equivocate as you will. But I am right.

At -1 I feel the need to state, I am right though, no?

Much and not at all are two vastly varying definitions in science.

And in this, I am right. Downvotes or not. Hill=dying.

Now a better question is if you asked us if we read the linked article before commenting lol.

Touché.

(I typically don’t, myself. I look for a reply that gives me a tl;dr of it.)