I tend to eat breakfast foods (bagels, toast, cereal, etc) almost exclusively late at night. From 7-9 in the morning I can only really tolerate snacks and coffee.

People who leave the keyboard sounds on instead of off on their phones drive me insane. Hearing "clickity click clack" at light speed is annoying, but the people who do it think you're being the annoying one when you call them out. It's the same with people who give someone a ringtone when they're always texting or calling them. Hearing the same 30 second ringtone multiple times in a row, and also less than 5 minutes grows annoying.

Mute. Your. Phones.

This about sums it up...

(and I love this meme)

I run marathons for fun.

I once was a magic talking bush/shrub in a school play.

I have stage fright and I can only sing in front of one or two people unless I'm on VRchat or other video games that allow mic usage.

I cannot sing neither can I hold a tune or keep in time to music. Music at large is a mystery to me as I find myself entertained by it but incapable of exercising any amount of agency on it that would be reflective or meaningful.

I am bold and audacious. The only fear I have is heights. Can I sing? I don't know. I sing to please me. My wife likes my voice and I have been complimented by others, but I don't care to sing for anyone else. I have no problem standing up in front of a crowd and making a presentation. The largest body of people I have ever spoken in front of was around 500, but that was a military event.

I was in musicals in high school.

I find myself with tons of compliments when singing in VRChat.

Mister owl was wrong. It did not take me three licks to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop.

Out of all the roleplaying game classes that tend to irk me the most, the worst of my experiences has consistently been with bards. They seem to adopt, courtesy of their players typically, the worst of the traits; the magical obsession but real lack of understanding of warlocks, the typically nebulous leaning toward sporadic, "random", or even evil elements of greedy rogues, the spellcasting smugness, speaking charm, and silver tongue of sorcerers, and the bravado of a terribly outmatched fighter who will fight anyone who snubs their swordsmanship. I am not sure what effect pulls this amalgam of madness together but I have yet to be at an actual table where a bard was an asset; online I oddly haven't seen this phenomena. Seems I do not possess the kind of luck otherwise.

I am an Uchiha to the bone.

Read the manga, watch the anime... do your research...

You'll find out I am one of the most loving people you'll ever meet, once you get past my Hatred and Bitterness.

I am eh . . .

Welp, I'm hungover.

If I'm listening to music when out on a walk, I like songs with a nice beat I can walk to.

In an office I once held, given the world outside I was surrounded by and all of its associated chaos, I made it a ritual to do the exact same things each day in the same order before anything else would be addressed. This ranged from not just cleaning it each time but to more strange doings such as placing dried juniper and sage out, adjusting the lighting, and forbidding electronic devices. This culminated with the playing of environmental forest ambiance in order to capitalize on the effort of seeing this place back to calm; the eye of the storm.

It had the fascinating effect that when others came through the door, their demeanor and perspective of the world suddenly changed. People would marvel at it, even if they had seen it before and remark how different it was - like a portal into another place altogether - frequently. Many began to visit just for the sake of being there, if only briefly, and it became a running joke of many to never leave the door open because, "All of the birds would escape." thanks to the audio component's inclusion.

Mister owl was wrong. It did not take me three licks to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop.

Same, tbh. My count was ~100+ (w/no crunching involved).

However, considering this is a writer's guild, I am going to put on my witch's duck bill and slap some psuedo-metaphorical prescription on the actual meaning of the commercial. Each lick represents something. One for the money. Two for the show. Three to get ready, now go cat go... Catch 'em Church mice, little pussy cat in London? Okay, but really, the three licks transcends to the graves of the Rule of Three, and to make things even catchier, the commercial breaks the "omne trium perfectum" or "everything that comes in threes is perfect, or, every set of three is complete." (Gratias tibi, Wiki) Obviously, licking the lollipop three (3) times is not the correct amount to get to the center. In fact, it is absurd, but through the misleading device (number of licks), the audience erroneously believes that three (3) is the correct number allotted for enjoying the product being advertised (the Tootsie Pop) and thus is tempted to prove or disprove this comical statement. And... Boom! They have a sale, and through word-of-mouth (free advertising), Tootsie Pops is the topic of conversations -- such as this one!

Addendum: Technically, Mister Owl is not wrong. His words taken at face value make customers get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. It's a cheap trick, like crunching the pop after three (3) licks! How else is the world ever going to know, anyways?

Slightly Related Side Note: Briza thinks Mister Owl's glasses are cute.

@Briza



You are my new hero.

My children are house devils/street angels.