I'm really bad about eating breakfast. When I do -- oatmeal with cinnamon or grits with salt & pepper.

Absolutely nothing -- just how a weekend should be.

Sea otter! They're so adorable and snuggly.

iPhone. One day I'm going to regret the poor quality of photos for a few years of my life. For SXSW, I purchased a new camera, but hardly took any photos. It's just not a habit like it once was... remember those days? When every evening out a photo op?

iPhone 5 since I missed the iPhone 4. My AT&T account renewals became off-cycle, so I'm skipping the 4 to sync things back up!

Pizza! But, admittedly, it's been awhile.

Besides making it a movie day (too easy of an answer), I love a long walk in the rain. Areas of SF that tend to be crowded with tourists thin out noticeably.

Is this some sort of mixed metaphor?

Are we going to cyberbully her now?

The Great Exhibition at The Crystal Palace, 1851.

Argentina -- specifically: Buenos Aires, Bariloche, Iguazu Falls, Mendoza. Or South Africa.

I'd be wondering why you took me to a candy store when I don't eat sweets!

I can't sing a note for the life of me. My dream song would be Save Ferris' "Come On Eileen" -- http://rd.io/x/QNGjK25WIQ

It's a tough call -- Green Acres, the Beverly Hillbillies, or Gilligan's Island? I'm going to go with Gilligan.

Conceptually or by taste? Most of the "local delicacy" samplings I've had traveling were more disgusting conceptually... you know, the brains, balls, bladders, etc of various animals.

By taste, it's a tie between a roasted guinea pig (tastes like you'd imagine a NYC rat to taste) and the weird slimeball in the last sip of my Starbucks coffee once. The latter still haunts me.

For sentimental reasons, I love the OK Cafe in Atlanta. Until I moved to San Francisco earlier this year, my Dad and I ate breakfast at the OK Cafe every other Saturday morning since I was 10 or 11.

My order: 1/2 stack buttermilk pancakes with a side of bacon and coffee.
His order: 2 eggs scrambled well with a double order bacon, wheat toast, melon, and a blueberry powershake.

Unrequited! For the longest time, I always read it as un-reck-witted. Whoops.

#thingsiwillnotpostontheinternet. However, I do have plenty of exciting stories of dangerous things "happening," mostly while traveling. These include several violent robbery attempts, a stabbing, detention and detainment by authorities in several countries, walks through live mine fields, mean camels, etc. Good times!

Unlikely. Facebook's approach to privacy, use of our (anonymized) data for monetization, and refusal to allow us even to download our friend's email addresses... all big turn-offs.

However, improving the FB messaging system could be useful. Especially if they do something about the hundreds (thousands?) of messages I've ignored over the years.

Lemongrass.