Tastes like chicken.
Smells like tuna.
Looks like line noise.
Feels cold and clammy.
Runs like Montezuma's Revenge.
Must be kept refrigerated after opening.
Will be my gift to my successors.
Was a curse bestowed upon me by my predecessors.
Is most easily consumed with chopsticks.
May cause bloating.
Needs a little salt.
Back away, close the door, pretend you never saw it.
Results (248 votes), past polls
I make decisions, and my brain carries them out
My brain makes the decisions, and I observe them (if I'm lucky)
I make some decisions, and my brain makes others
My spouse makes decisions and I and my brain carry them out
I wrote a program to relieve me and my brain from the burden of decision-making
The black-helicopter people project the decisions into my brain and then I do as ordered
Results (389 votes),