This morning's questions were considerably more philosophical, the kind that are labeled "Do not operate before having your morning coffee", and hardly the kind you can just answer with "42". First she asked, "Is the world going to end someday?" To which I truthfully said I didn't know for sure, but if it does we probably won't be around to see it. Next, she asked how the Universe was created. So, I sighed, put down my coffee and briefly explained the Big Bang to her, and she seemed satisfied enough. I went back to my coffee, thinking I was off the hook. But then she said, "How can space be infinite, is it really true that it never ends?" This brought me back to my childhood summers, when I used to sit on my backyard swing in the summer, look up at the stars and wonder how the Universe could be infinite, and become completely dizzy with the idea of something that has no limit. "The Universe must have an edge somewhere, how can anything go on forever? That's impossible. But if it has an end, then what's beyond that end, and does that something have an end?" This is what I used to think when I looked up at the night sky, until one day I decided that thinking about it wasn't getting me any closet to finding an answer, and I stopped questioning it (This was around the time I became interested in boys, so as you can see I had more important issues to concern myself with). I'm afraid I couldn't satisfy Ro too much on this question, since I never had a really good grasp on the concept myself (I know the universe is infinite, it's easy to say, but I just can't imagine it). So, I just told her space is infinite and it's something that's very hard to understand since you can't see it, you just have to accept it - I'll let her lie under the summer sky at night to ponder this for herself (at least until she starts being interested in boys, that is).
So, for today I decided to find some questions for you to think about. These are not quite as philosophical as Ro's questions, but they'll tickle your mind a bit:
1. Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?
2. If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?
3. Why do women wear evening gowns to go out at night? Shouldn't they be wearing night gowns?
4. Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
5. Why do croutons come in airtight packages? It's just stale bread.
6. When cheese gets it's picture taken, what does it say?
7. Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist, but a person who drives a race car not called a racist?
8. Why are a wise man and a wise guy opposites?
9. Why do overlook and oversee mean opposite things?
10. If horrific is akin to horrible, why isn't terrific akin to terrible?
11. Why isn't 11 pronounced onety one?
12. Do Roman paramedics refer to IV's as "4's"?
13. Why is it that if someone tells you that there are 1 billion stars in the universe you will believe them, but if they tell you a wall has wet paint you will have to touch it to be sure?
14. Why do you park in a driveway and drive in a parkway?
15. Why are there locks on the door of stores that are open 24/7 365 days a year?
And now for the most important question of all, "If the best humor is over at Central Snark, then what are you still doing here?"
Update: For some reason this post was saved with comments "off" - Blogger is driving me nuts. My comments sometimes disappear, the comment window can't be maximized, or the connection doesn't work and I click on "save" and it doesn't. AGHHH! Anyway, comments are now on, so I expect you to answer at least one question, or add a question of your own. Or, at the very least say "Hi" so I can actually tell this @#~|@*$"%&* Blogger, oops I mean stupid Blogger, is working. Anyone who answers a question gets an automatic "A"!