I don't even use my alarm clock any more, I set the alarm on my cellphone that plays a ringtone. I did this mostly because my alarm clock is always running fast, and well, I'm just not motivated enough to buy a new one.
Co-Winner of the 2006 Time Magazine Person of the Year Award
Buzzer. I'm a deep sleeper, so the radio just doesn't wake me up. I need to be surprised awake. I used to have the volume turned up as loud as it would go, but then I got a new alarm where the volume is crazy loud, so I'm at maybe 1/2 volume on this one.
True story: I *had* it set for Sports Radio 950 KJR up until last night. Yesterday I slept right through my alarm so last night I was checking out the settings to make sure IJ hadn't turned down the radio or something like that. I ended up fumbling around with the knobs until I found the power button (it was dark and I was already in bed so I didn't want to get up), and I confirmed that the station was good and the volume was turned up. All is good.
This morning I was having the most real dream of being in Mexico, so much that I was startled when Mrs. JJD smacked me on the back to get me to wake up. It turned out I had changed the station the the Hispanic station by mistake and my dream was using it as the soundtrack.
Holy fuck shit motherfucker shit. Read comics. Fuck shit shit fuck shit I sold out when I did my job. Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck. Sorry had to do it....
Revenge of the Sith = one thumb up from me. Fuck shit. I want to tittie fuck your ass. -- The Guinness. to Cerebus
I started using the radio a few years ago. The buzzer going off is just too much of a shock to my system. Such a horrible way to wake up. The radio wakes me up a little gradually and I can lay in bed and listen to it while I get back to the land of the conscious. The buzzer damn near gives me a heart attack.
'But if one is struck by me only a little, that is far different, the stroke is a sharp thing and suddenly lays him lifeless, and that man's wife goes with cheeks torn in lamentation, and his children are fatherless, while he, staining the soil with his red blood, rots away, and there are more birds than women swarming about him.' Diomedes, The Iliad of Homer
I honestly don't know how you folks wake up to the buzzer. One time a few months ago I accidentally hit the switch from radio to buzzer, and when it went off the next morning, I thought I was having a heart attack.
It's either the local sports or country music stations for me.
As my birthday falls on the thirteeneth of a month, I can't be bothered to be superstitious about Friday the 13th's - otherwise 1 in 7 of my birthdays would be spent cowering in a corner and I'm not about to do that!