This week’s question
A rather simple and yet highly dangerous question. No cheating. Is there a seahorse emoji?
Pick your answer from the following:
Current Standings:
How the Votes Have Been Cast
You've found the EastBayRag vote page. Here, you get the opportunity to let us know what you think. Each week, we will have votes on important issues. Well, probably not important issues, more like trivial things that come to mind on a Sunday morning after a belly full of beer from a Saturday night.
This week's current vote is shown above. After the votes are in, EBR will provide in depth analysis of the results so you can find out if you are running with the crowd or if you're out there on your own. You never know, you may even learn something, but that's highly unlikely. Analysis of last week's vote is shown below. If you want to see historic votes, checkout the vote archives.
Oh! And the cool thing before I forget, the graphs update as you vote ...... Wow! And what's more, the colors are allocated randomly, so each time you refresh the page, you will see different colors on the graphs. (F5 is normally the shortcut key to refresh, but may depend on your browser.) Go on .... try it.
Analysis of Last Week's Vote
The following question was presented:
Why is it that, nowadays, after I've been sitting for a while and I get up, I do a massive fart?
Results:
You've always done this was the clear winner with 75% of the votes selected from the following:
- Old age (13%)
- Stomach problems (0%)
- Bad diet (0%)
- Beer (13%)
- Swallowing air (0%)
- You've always done this (75%)
Analysis:
To be honest, it's probably a combination of all of them. That said, the dumbest thing to do after setting this question would be to eat an out of date enchilada and refried beans dinner. It was only a day out of date, so it didn't seem that bad. Let me tell you, did I wake up to a musical tune. Wow! But the pinnacle was in the evening when I went out to fetch the bins (trash cans) in. I let rip to an insanely loud trumpet. And with the mountains around the house, it yodeled back at me. Sort of a fartel. So, I did the thing where I looked up and down the street to see if anyone had witnessed the tearing of space and time. Nobody had and I went back inside. The funny thing is that I thought about it later and realized that I wasn't embarrassed and I wonder whether I didn't want anyone to hear my tootiledge or if I wanted a witness that could share in the moment. If I'm being honest, I think it was the later as I was rather proud of it.