I use Flickchart every day because I don’t know myself.

At the risk of impelling everyone to immediately stop reading by beginning a sentence with the phrase “back in college”, back in college I recall having a very college conversation with a roommate, who posed a question more or less akin to: “If you could invent, or rather wish into existence, a machine that could perform a certain task of your choosing, no matter how mundane or fanciful, what would you want this magical machine to do?” In reality, the roommate probably said something like “Wouldn’t it be cool if you had a toilet that turned poop into weed?”, and my response (after concurring that, yes, that would be a pretty cool toilet) to this was “I’d like to have a machine that told me what my favorite things are.”

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