Polls, polls, polls,and more polls

We are in a period where we are being inundated with what people think are “polls.” These are mostly opinions or poularity contests or some other fluff like that.

Klaas Bil actually gathers information through polls and other means and does something with the data and then posts the results. The only other official poll ever conducted in RSU was done by Raphael. It was hilarious.

What poll was that.

was that the poll about clowns…?

Yes, [THREAD=35349]THAT’S THE ONE.[/THREAD] The Ultimate Official Unicycle Style Poll to Be Considered Absolutely Authoritative

harper, i didn’t see the choices in your poll, but, um, i’ll vote for choice #2.

Why, Greg, do you persist in mocking me?

Polls are usefull. [THREAD=38459]The masses say so.[/THREAD]

I agree!

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Where do I vote?
I want some opinions amongst which to choose. Hurry!

yes or no.
those are always good choices.

yes or no.
those are always good choices.

Shaken or stirred?

Because you faked a flooded home when I was in NYC so you wouldn’t show up at the Grant’s Tomb meet and I’m jealous of the progress you’ve made with Miss Ayerley.

If it’s any consolation, I’m going to root for the Seahawks.

Whether or not I actually watch the game.

this is JC, its made for fluff.

Which one is the Seahawks? Is that the football team?

How’s Kobe’s 81 points, hey?
Second only to Wilt.
Impressive stuff.

Thread jack

When I was about 5, not reading yet and not following basket ball closely, I was in a motel. I must have been going to and from the pool. I was by myself and riding the elevator with a man so tall he had to bend over in the elevator. I was amazed and not knowing what to do, I asked for his autograph. He reached in his suit pocket and produced a pen and a note pad and happly made an autograph for me.

I got off the elevator at the floor above the tall man and ran to our room and showed my dad the paper.
“Wilt CHaimberlain!” he exclaimed!
My Dad asked me what floor the man was staying and then my frenzied dad went room to room until the tall white business man that I rode the elevator with opened a door to greet us.

It was a good laugh by all, except me who really didn’t understand what was going on.

Kewl story.
I love knowing that there are people with a sense of humour who will do stuff like that.
Makes the planet a happier place.