Friday Five: Potato, Po-TAH-to Edition

There are two types of people in the world, morning people and night owls. Or Red Sox fans and Yankees fans. Or boxers and briefs. Or people who divide the world into two types of people and those who don't. Let your preferences be known here. And if you're feeling verbose, defend your choices!

1. Mac? (woo-hoo!) or PC? (boo!)

Oh Mac, baby, all the way, from my vintage 1989 Apple II to the iBook G4 on which I type this very moment. I have a relationships with my Macs. They are my special friends.

2. Pizza: Chicago style luscious hearty goodness, or New York floppy and flaccid?

There is indeed some RevGal editorializing in the way these questions are asked this morning... I must say, each has its place. I tended towards the luscious, crusty Chicago-style. But then I went to seminary in the so-called "floppy and flaccid" city, and had some of the best, crisp yet tender crust of my life and times. So: both, friends. There is room in the world for both.

3. Brownies/fudge containing nuts:
a) Good. I like the variation in texture.
b) An abomination unto the Lord. The nuts take up valuable chocolate space.

I am all about the chocolate. Not that there's anything wrong with that. The nuts are... well, they just have to shove over and make room for the chocolate. Thus have I spoken.

4. Do you hang your toilet paper so that the "tail" hangs flush with the wall, or over the top of the roll like normal people do?

Yes, as I said... the editorials are fairly strong this morning. Though in this case our RevGal is right. Over the top, only over the top, ever over the top, even if it means I am A. the only one in the house who does it or B. I am constantly "correcting" the most recent roll replacer.

5. Toothpaste: Do you squeeze the tube wantonly in the middle, or squeeze from the bottom and flatten as you go just like the tube instructs?

Squeeze from the bottom. Correct others who can't figure this out. Get lots of eye-rolling. Get lots of toothpaste long after lesser mortals have given up.

Bonus: Share your favorite either/or.

Red Sox. I lived in Boston for twelve years, during which period I lived, briefly, within hearing distance of Fenway Park-- the year the ball rolled through Bill Buckner's legs. The era when WE had Roger Clemens. Also during that period the head curator of antiquities at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts wrote a wonderful piece for the Globe Sunday magazine in which he explained how the Sox are the epitome of Greek tragedy, because they always come thisclose... and then blow it. (That was then, this is now, baby.)

Photo courtesy of schuetzerp and Flickr.