D. All of the above.

HTML is pretty good.

You come to me and you say -- "Jimmy, grab the fucking wheel." -- But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me beeps. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you uh ask me to drive, for money.

God no.

Nostalgia may be comforting in its familiarity, but it's a toxic impulse to indulge; a cognitive bias to fondly remember the good and silently forget about he bad that is inherent to everyone. Nostalgia is a trick played upon you by your own mind: don't fall for it.

Only Taylor 😘

I don't tend to confine myself to any one genre, nor does any specific genre come to mind, but according to my trusty Last.fm stats, it's apparently electronic music.

Personally I think I tend to favour stuff with lyrics, something singable, often ones that are quite emotion or feeling-based. I think.

I have many, but the most prominent one is probably 47, which is part of that there designation I use sometimes, B47.

It's also just one of those numerical references where… if you know, you know... (It's a Star Trek reference.)

I do own one—replete with customised AirTag for the name tag, as per the hip robot aesthetic—that I've had for... well over a decade now.

I don't wear it that often though. Mostly, it serves to me as a bit of a comfort aid when I feel alone and I miss Taylor, because it reminds me so much of him (oh hey that's you!)

I sing out loud when there ARE people around, within reason. I try to not be too loud about it.

Sometimes I mouth along to things whilst walking down the street like I'm in the music video to Unfinished Sympathy.

I pet Taylor pretty much constantly.

Ironically, the first answer I thought of was "The Logical Song" by Supertramp.

My favourite song as a kid was released 12 years before I came to exist. A song about growing up, losing your innocence and creativity, learning to be a good adult rather than a good individual, about becoming cynical and disillusioned with life in the process.

It was maybe a little prescient.

Squeak eee eeeek, squeak.