So for the first time in my life, I got Harris Poll’ed. They asked the standard political stuff — who’s doing a good job, who I might vote for in the 2008 presidential race, then moved on to find out how I felt about the oil and natural gas industry.
If I were to analyze it, it seemed decent enough, except there were some statements that I was asked if I agree or disagree with — something about the statistics of ethanol-burning cars on the road — where I would have liked to check the numbers. But there was no “I don’t know” option, so I just went with it.
It was interesting, at least. Not to say that my life is so unexciting that being called by a pollster is the zenith of my weekend; several other general entertainment things happened that I had fun with. But at least it’s unique.
Plus, for all the times I’ve said “that poll must be bogus, those respondents don’t know what they’re talking about” — I can now proudly count myself among those who don’t know what they’re talking about.
This person who doesn’t know what he’s talking about is also avoiding studying for his japanese final. Just to get that out there. Admitting it is the first step, you know.