So, Here I Am, Pondering...
Pondering the mysteries of the universe, as I have done 1,118 times before. There are a lot of mysteries in this universe to ponder.
…Is there an up or down in the universe? Where is the top of the universe and where is the bottom? Can planets and stars fall down to the bottom?
…How many toothpicks can you make from the average telephone pole? How do they make clothespins, the kind without a metal spring? Have we really paved over an area the size of South Carolina to make our roads?
…Nome, Alaska, has a tree; one tree, growing in an area where trees cannot survive. Someone brought it there and carefully tends it. Can I make my backyard look like Pitcairn Island, or import breadfruit trees?
…Christmas comes but once a year, unless you are on Christmas Island barely north of the Equator this side of the International Date Line and are talking with someone on the Christmas Island barely south of the Equator on the other side of the IDL. Then it comes continuously twice a day.
…I wonder why we don’t confuse letters and numbers. Do they look that much different? Are numbers more rounded than letters? Speaking of that, how did the Romans multiply numbers?
…Is there an up or down in the universe? Where is the top of the universe and where is the bottom? Can planets and stars fall down to the bottom?
…How many toothpicks can you make from the average telephone pole? How do they make clothespins, the kind without a metal spring? Have we really paved over an area the size of South Carolina to make our roads?
…Nome, Alaska, has a tree; one tree, growing in an area where trees cannot survive. Someone brought it there and carefully tends it. Can I make my backyard look like Pitcairn Island, or import breadfruit trees?
…Christmas comes but once a year, unless you are on Christmas Island barely north of the Equator this side of the International Date Line and are talking with someone on the Christmas Island barely south of the Equator on the other side of the IDL. Then it comes continuously twice a day.
…I wonder why we don’t confuse letters and numbers. Do they look that much different? Are numbers more rounded than letters? Speaking of that, how did the Romans multiply numbers?
posted by Tom Carten at 5:22 PM
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The Bishop comes to call at the small school in Ireland. He walks up and down the aisles talking to the boys and girls. Soon he comes to the little boy the nuns have been praying would be sick this day - Dirty Johnny. He's had that name since first grade. The bishop turns to Johnny and says, "Can you explain the Blessed Trinity to me?" Johnny doesn't even look up, simply saying, "No." The bishop persisted, asking, "And why not?" Little Johnny, who doesn't miss a beat, says, "Well, you stupid f***, it's a god-damned mystery."
Normally, I'd delete this, but it's too [*] funny.
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