Jenny

No. Apartment managers tend to frown on that kind of thing. The person below me prefers to be shoeless whenever they can get away with it.

Blue. Summer vacation: go south or go north?

This would be brilliant. What I'm really hoping for is transparency and accountability. And I also hope Shanny brings out the Wheel of Discipline so it can be ceremonially burned.

No, they're pink. (Had to check!) The person below me surfs the internet while pantless.

Read. Unless hockey is on, and even then I'm probably reading during commercials and intermissions. Pizza or leftovers?

No, unfortunately. Too much work-worry. The person below me has seasonal allergies.

Sort of. I appreciate the good weather, but it just doesn't have quite the same thrill anymore without summer vacation. The person below me thinks the NHL gave the Canucks and Bruins too many days off before the Finals.

Metal. Symphony or opera?

At my job, it generally feels like four Mondays in a row followed by Friday. The person below me works at a place with massive double standards for certain employees.

Guitar. Rock or pop?

It's a shame we can't develop a way to funnel our rain off to the areas of Texas which are having drought and wildfires.

Hand. Be chased by: velociraptors, wolves, or puckbunnies?

I try. I do eat plenty of fruit, but I need to work on getting more veggies. The person below me is or has been vegetarian.

Only on work days. The person below me has noisy neighbors.

Yeesh. Um, Ducks fan, but I'd probably be panicking afterwards like Lucy when Snoopy kisses her. ("Get some hot water! Get some disinfectant! Get some iodine!") Have as a dorm roommate: a Penguins fan or a Blackhawks fan?

I've been to it, but not in it. The person below me has been to the highest level of the CN Tower.

I've been gaining and losing the same two pounds for a couple of months, so I went looking for a way to boost my metabolism enough to get off the plateau. I found a very intense weight training regimen, courtesy of Chris Chelios: http://sportsillustr...os.workout0917/ Obviously, I'm using much lower weights. I had to adapt it somewhat. I don't have a weight bench or a barbell, so I used dumbbells instead. I couldn't do that sort of lunge without feeling like I was going to fall over, so I substituted regular lunges. I also couldn't manage to do the whole hour of the repeating circuit without rest, but hey, I'm a beginner, and I kept the rest period to just enough time to wipe off some sweat and get a drink of water. I also added an ab move at the end of each circuit. I got through the whole cycle 6 times in an hour. Now one day later, I'm really sore. But it's the good kind of sore, not the actually-hurt-something kind of sore! Looking forward to trying again tomorrow. If this doesn't boost my metabolism, I think we can safely declare that I am actually dead.

Groin. If I went through labor, I'd wind up with a kid at the end, and I don't really want one of those. (I'm just more the "auntie" type than the "mommy" type.) Worse to deal with: shallow, status-conscious relatives who brag about how much money they have, or unstable, possibly schizophrenic relatives who could be set off into a tantrum at any moment?

Popcorn. Paper or plastic?

No. Definitely not. The person below me likes pudding.

They actually chased us out of the park earlier. And here we were trying to be all healthy and go for a walk!

The mosquitoes are out in force today.

On occasion. The person below me likes to post.

Haven't seen either, but when I eventually get around to catching up on movies I've never seen, it will be The Exorcist first. Chicken nuggets or chicken strips?

It looked that when I was driving home today. I drive more or less from east to west, so I'd go through a band of storm, then a band of really bright sun with blue skies, then storm, then sun. It was really weird.