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clocks in my house... hmmm. There's one on the wall in the kitchen that you can see from several rooms and the hallway. the clock on the stove. my alarm clock, and the clock on son's bedroom wall.

plus our 3 cell phones and my no-name fitbit thing.

seeeeee there's that annoying extra paragraph spacing thing right up there.

Extra spacing is way better than a wall of text.

As a computer programmer, I hate it when I have to read code where someone didn't put in an extra line break. It makes it so much harder to read and comprehend. Same for prose.

I have a grand total of 0 clocks in my residence. I wouldn't mind having one in the living room and my bedroom, but I don't want them enough to actually spend any money.

I have 0 clocks as well. But i do have an internal clock so i dont need a watch or anyhting You can ask me what the time is at any point in the day i am either correct or out by 2-3 minutes.

Ha, I'm the opposite. You can ask me, and I'll be wrong and off by 2-3 HOURS lol.

Art, my spacing has been doing that since my last Firefox up-date.

By clocks are we including digital clocks? I have 2 of those (one's an Ipod dock); and one wind-up clock--which I never set because it ticks so loudly it drives me crazy. But it's beautiful, so it sits in my living room. But 99% of the time, I check the time on the microwave.

I love watches--but I hate wearing them. I always find them confining or in the way, so I don't wear one. I do sometimes buckle it on a purse handle, and I have a tiny clock on a chain that clasps onto a key ring or buckle that I would use in classrooms that seem to never have clocks anymore. But I check my phone most of the time.

My car has both a digital and an analog clock--so clearly they think somebody cares!

Chimineas wouldn't be traditional here, but there are certainly a lot of fire pits. But what do people burn in them? This doesn't smell like any normal wood fire. It is very acrid and immediately makes my eyes water and start coughing. Kind of like the difference between a burning cigarette and a week old overflowing ashtray.

I became a "Poohbah" today.

(idiomatic, colloquial, often humorous) A person who is important or high-ranking. He once played golf with the grand poobah of their company.

I wear a watch and have a tiny clock next to my bed.

I used to be like that, when i was working.

I have a clock in the kitchen plus the microwave clock, a clock in the shower, and a clock in the living room that resets itself when it decides daylight saving time has started or ended.

Otherwise i use my phone, my watch, or the tv.

Theres been a community feedback thread about it.

Genuine books:
"The Thirteen Clocks"
"Seven Dials Mystery"
"The Clocks"

Four clocks here - living room, both bedrooms and kitchen. Plus phones/tablet/PCs.

I have a bunch of clocks

I wear a Fitbit, which has the time on it, so it functions as a watch. But I like that I have to wake it up to see the time. A long time ago, I used to wear a watch, then found I would constantly be checking the time if I was, say, in class or waiting in line. Since it was right there on my wrist. Then I just switched to using my phone for time. But I think the Fitbit is a good compromise (I can also check my heart rate!)

As for clocks, well, the cable boxes in two rooms have them. Plus our oven, microwave, and coffee pot (has a timer) in kitchen. We have a wall clock in one room, but it's not working.

Mine has that problem, too--it's annoying! I just saw someone else had that issue with Firefox, and that's what I use as well. Are you on FF too? Hm, yeah, because when I post through Safari on my phone (I hate Tapatalk, so just access it through browser), I don't have that issue...

I have a giant clock in my kitchen that I can see from the LR, plus one in BR and office. I have a good internal clock, but like clocks as decoration.

When my one parent was descending into dementia, she was always panicked about what day or time it was, to the point that she would drive to my home and wake me up, pounding on my door, desperate to know if it was Christmas. She would often drive to get the paper just to know what day it was when she forgot what I said, even if i wrote it down. I found a clock online that's for people with dementia who have reached a point where they don't recognize abbreviations for days or know when its morning or evening. This clock spells out the full name of the day, time and whether or not it's morning or evening. Oh my...she loved loved loved that clock. I think it provided her with a lot of stability to orient herself to the day and time. It was great for me because I was almost getting a form of ptsd from the random panicked door pounding and frantic pleas. I do not miss those days.

i have no internal clock - or well maybe i have one but it's jacked all to heck! an hour is never equal for me. my h and son both say an hour feels like an hour no matter where they are, but not to me. an hour at work, for example, can feel like forever but then an hour talking with t feels like I blink, and it's over. Time annoys the crap out of me that way.

Same here, Art. I did some research a while back, and it turns out 'time blindness' is a thing...couldn't find much on how to deal with it, though. Or maybe I just don't remember.

Time blindness! Thank you. I'm going to look that up!

eta: the first web site i looked at when i googled time blindness gives a quote by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi who I learned about in my Positive Psych class last semester: "Time is more flexible than most of us think." I got a big smile on my face, remembering the trick to pronouncing his name - "me high chick sent me high". heehee


this is so interesting! i'd never heard of it being an actual thing before. i love learning!

Oof...and I thought my surname was a mouthful.

I'll have to do some research - sounds like an interesting person.

I’d like to lay claim to the award for ultimate laziness — I bought frozen breakfast and just microwaved it (it’s awesome — even after discounting for any exaggerated goodness I might find to justify my choice of buying said frozen breakfast).

With coffee and my paper copy of the Times and the absence of my neighbor’s dogs (who by the way — neighbor that is, not the dogs — after running out of space for bumper stickers for pretty much every liberal cause imaginable, on the back of her car, has now had to place her latest, “No More Gun Violence” sticker on the side [I have a countdown going for the timing of the next sticker materializing on her car]).

On clocks, I grew up with a whole bunch (most of them required winding) — my father’s main activity (apart from lovingly polishing shoes and re-arranging — by the inch — his large collection of books and newspapers) was winding up the clocks on Sundays. He’d set each of them to different parts of the world and it was a tad confusing to everyone but him (since he’d also change — according to an order that only made sense to him — the time zone that each clock was supposed to be of, ever so often).

I like a nice watch but I know I’m way too careless to own one without breaking it promptly.

I’m most envious of people who are able to automatically get up at a certain time, no matter what.

My h can do that, set an internal alarm and wake up at the exact moment he wants to. Not me. I try, but then invariably wake in a panic 2 hours after I meant to!

My dad has an internal alarm but I certainly don't.