1- passenger side. It’s closest to the door, and therefore easier to get up & feed the cats in the morning.
4- Legs under. When I was growing up, Mom would’ve yelled at me if I’d thrown a leg over the arm of any piece of furniture. We were too poor to replace anything, so I learned not to wreck anything.
5- Prefer mornings, but it’s difficult with a night owl spouse.
6- Fairly savvy.
7- Written directions.
8- Neither. Sci fi! :mrgreen:
9- Better? My other half is younger.
1- passenger at home (closer to the door); elsewhere, whichever side has the bedside table for my glasses
3- none of the above
4- feet under
5- agnostic, just don’t wake me from a sound sleep when I’m not expecting it
7- whichever is more informative
8- neither - another SF vote
10- organized, sort of
1: It used to be UK passenger (getting out on the left), but since I’ve been in China, my wife has moved over, 'cos that side’s nearer the loo, so now I’m a UK driver.
2: Bemused by people’s concern about this and couldn’t care less, but more likely to be over.
3: Wine now, beer or wine equally in earlier times, rather depending on the weather.
4: Both — and don’t get Vic-K going on leg-overs!
5: Both, but prefer the night on balance. (12:30 to 1 to bed; 5:15 alarm most days!)
6: Fairly savvy.
7: Whichever … start with hands on but happy to RTFM if I get stuck or if it’s a new area for me.
8: Neither really, but definitely not horror movies.
10: Organised chaos! Apparently chaotic externally, but kept under control through organisation in mind! (I’m a Virgo!)
(1) Being a single, I sleep in the middle. When I’m not alone, I can’t actually say I’m sleeping.
(2) Newspapers. Do they really have a right side?
(3) Beer in summer, wine at winter, liquor at noon.
(4) Poufs are my joy!
(5) Oh, night everyday, if I could.
(6) I don’t really love technology, but I can live with it.
(7) I follow written directions as far as I understand how absurd they are. They I go on experimenting.
(8) Romantic comedies only if she decides, horror movies only if I’m threatened by an enthusiast friend. Possibly, none of them.
(9) Younger. Both of them.
(10) My entropy degree is a scientific case.
(1) I sleep on a little mat on the floor. I’ve never much liked beds.
(3) Wine, red. Specifically Pinot Noir, Shiraz, and Chianti—but really anything except a Reisling. Though, there are a few ales which can give me cause for alternation. Stone Brewery’s Oatmeal Stout comes to mind.
(4) Hmm, not much for lounge chairs either. Though I suppose, if I were to create a fantasy in which I plunged fatigued and wasted into a upholstered half-embrace, I would opt for whatever calamity my limbs found themselves to settle.
(5) I don’t sleep a whole lot, and when I wake up seems highly variable, judging by the light outside.
(1) No preference; I usually let my other half choose her side, or we take whichever side we happen to come to… I only have one ear, so often sleep lying with my left hand side down, so I can’t hear a thing when I sleep.
(3) Beer, usually a pint of mild or Guinness. Brandy of a late evening, though.
(4) Over the arm on occasion, could never get my legs up underneath me and still be comfortable.
(5) Night owl, a throw back from years of late shifts on ambulances.
(6) Technically savvy.
(7) Bit of both, can’t understand instructions read aloud at all, but do very well hands on.
(8) Horror, every time.
(9) Much younger, which has advantages and disadvantages.
(10) Organised chaos. Chaotic disarray. With the odd fantasy of spring cleaning my desk. Meh.
(1) Whichever side is closest to the window or away from the door (in case of monsters, who for some reason in my imagination would enter via the door; I’d rather they go through someone else first).
(2) Over, but this is a new thing. I used to like the 9 created by under. But over is more convenient. Thus does age favour pragmatism over aesthetics. Or something.
(3) That would indeed be my first preference, thank you. Should I expect a crate?
(4) My legs are stupidly long so they stick out no matter where I put them. Feet up or legs crossed under. (There is an inverse relationship between good laptop positions and good posture, unfortunately.)
(5) Night owl. Hate mornings, although children and determination means I at least see mornings these days. Ever since reaching an age where I didn’t have a set bed time (i.e. for many years) it has seemed that it would be a betrayal of my younger self to go to bed early, no matter how much bad TV or drunken internet rants that means.
(6) Favourite joke: “There are only 10 types of programmer. Those who understand binary, and those who do not.” i.e. Technically geeky.
(7) Clearly everybody should follow the instructions, read the manual and watch or follow any tutorials provided by their friendly neighbourhood developer.
(8) Segmentation fault. Reboot. (One and a half minutes to reboot.)
(9) Better? I don’t understand.
(10) Wait, I have a desk here somewhere, let me see.
2.- Under. Used to have cats. Now I don’t but their habits still rule me.
3.- Beer, but I never say no to a nice glass of sipping Tequila.
5.- Prefer nights, but some mornings can be crazy productive… for a little while.
10.- Borderline organized chaos
You surprise me. Not only you prefer red to white wine, but you also include a rather hard one like Chianti. I was sure girls only drunk white, and red was reserved to us men to show how strong we were…
I also prefer dark-to-black beers, the oatmeal stout I mentioned could probably double as asphalt in a pinch. And I like my chocolate that way too. I think I just like richer experiences when it comes to the palette. With white wines, it is probably mainly a result of exposure. My earlier experiences with white wine were all horrifically cheap, bulk wines that were no doubt being dispensed purely to engage my disengagement from certain articles of clothing.