Questions For The Week

Why are mustaches inherently creepier on men under forty?

Why do I continue to watch new romantic comedies even when I see a preview and think, "Egads. What are they thinking?"

Should I cave in and get internet service again?

When I was in high school, would it have made a difference in my life choices if I too had gone on a chem-e job shadow?

Are the Salvation Army bell ringers out early this year, or was I just not paying enough attention last year?

What goes well with gorgonzola?

Where did Hubba go?

How is it I can hear someone eating from four cubicles away but I can't always hear my own phone ringing? Is that a reflection on my hearing -- or that person's eating habits?

Do I, too, have some genetic mutation that leads to surprisingly resilient telomeres?

Who in the world would think up a Sigmund Freud action figure ... and can I justify buying one?  How about the Marie Antoinette action figure with the removable head?

Why am I shopping for random action figures?

How effective is the H1N1 vaccine, really?

Seriously, folks. Some insight on any of these would be appreciated.

Comments

JustMe said…
It may be a little sick, but I think the Marie Antoinette action figure with the removable head would be an awesome gag gift for the right person...
12 November, 2009 13:23
Janette said…
You have to get the Marie Antoinette action figure. I can't believe you even asked. Also, I think you should definitely invest in internet, the eating thing is his fault, and honey goes well with gorgonzola (as does bacon and pasta).
13 November, 2009 23:46
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