I don't know why you posted this.
alternate headline: man does job
I don't know why you posted this.
But no harm done. I posted this because the Beatles thing is genuinely interesting to me, and there are lots of beavers where I live. And it's the off season.
I wasn't trying to be a dick (although it probably came off that way). It was the first question that came to my mind.
I don't know why summer has to be so long...I miss Ann Arbor and I want to go back!
I don't know how I am going to remember two years of medical school for Boards in a week or so.
May the Force be with you...
I appreciate it. MGoVibes to the rescue.
I read Brian's blog and then asked an MIS major and Star Trek fanatic to explain it to me.
that the only true wisdom is knowing that you know nothing.
Don't ask me how I know that.
I AM THE SMARTEST MAN ALIVE!!!!
I don't know how I'm gonna make it through my professional responsibility class for the next 1.5 hours listening to the head of the MI character and fitness board...
I'm thinking of leaving and going to the bar...
I understand that it is really not a metal at all but a crystal used to regulate a matter/antimatter annihilation reaction; but what I don't get is exactly how that has turned a mortal man into 100% pure Columbian awesome.
Perhaps it will forever be nothing more than a beautiful mystery.
How am I not myself?
I noticed a few seconds ago that Demar Dorsey has changed his Facebook profile picture to a montage including the Michigan Block M... FWIW
About half the time I try to run or bike with my wife and kid, I almost get hit by a car. Usually I get looks like I'm the one being an asshole.
"Sorry you had to yield us our protected right of way. Clearly we shouldn't have been trying to exercise while you were driving home, talking on a cell and eating Arby's."
I also don't know why most of the people who almost hit me look like Ed Rooney, dean of students.
I don't know why the caged bird sings.
I'm guess that all beavers complete the required beaver training course that teaches this material. At the end of the course, they go through a ritual shaving in which they shed their fuzzy young coats in order to receive their lush new adult beaver fur. During that time, their smooth beaver skin is very sensitive to rogue wood hurtling at them. Its in these formative times that they hone their "wood avoidance" skills. Except for the slutty beavers, they get pounded into submission.
I also hear their university is located somewhere in Oregon.
Don't know why this god awful Norah Jones song is stuck in my head now...
Don't know why I like putting hats on things. (my oscillating fan has a viking hat, my vodka has a miniature bowler hat, hell I even put bunny ears on my hanging shoerack.)
all you need to know.
I don't know why nothing sticks to teflon...but I'm pretty sure it will cause cancer. =-)
Maybe it looks at the shadows--darker/rapidly darkening shadows would suggest the tree is going to fall there--and just runs towards a brighter-lit area. I'm sure that system's failed on occasion, though.
No idea on the one with the verbs. I guess I would have to study the culture of the language I was trying to translate it into to get a better idea of how they express ideas without modal verbs. National Geographic, anybody? :)
beavers are primarily nocturnal. I have no clue how good their eyesight is, but I doubt that even on a moonlit night they'd be able to rely on shadows.
One thought I had is that they may go by terrain slope, in that they're usually near a river, so the land is usually sloping toward the river, and so the tree is usually bending in that direction. But when you walk the rivers around here, you see trees they've brought down that have fallen away from the river, which is a big fuckup if you're aim is to build a dam.
I should probably stop thinking about this, but I don't know why I can't.
I don't know why you can't play baseball in the rain.
I still enjoy the sport, but man up.
I don't know any instance of somebody chopping down a tree and letting it fall on their slow dumb ass. Just fucking move, how difficult can it be?
I don't know why anyone would "buy" Ohio.
I don't know why this makes me want to dance.
It's because they beavers who don't know which way to run don't chew down more than one tree.
...a woman kissing her own beaver is a little disturbing.
If a tree falls in the forest, but no one is around to hear it. Does it make a sound?
Day light savings time - why are they saving it and where do they keep it?
What are imitation rhinestones?
Things that make you go hmmmm.
If a tree falls on a mime and nobody is around to hear it, does anybody care?
I wouldn't care if a tree fell on a box of mimes right in front of me.
Currently, quasars, the most energetic bodies in the known universe, are thought to be the regions in the middle of new galaxies that immediately surround super massive black holes in the center, with the gigantic output of energy believed to result from the effects of massive amounts of matter being sucked into the hole.
I believe this is mistaken. It's my contention that quasars are actually the ass end of a black hole in another location in the universe. It makes sense to me in a conservation of matter sort of way, and it's what my bottle of scotch told me one night.
I don't know if I should be saving my money to start a family one day, or if I should blow it all now because we will all die in a nuclear war in five years.
Today, I came across a link to the translation of the lyrics of You Can't Catch Me by Chuck Berry — to Arabic.
If it does well then let the words of my high school hockey coach live on. "Ah to hell with it".
I don't know why Little Ceasars thinks that they need to make commercials where every dad is some ADD-addled twatwaffle. If I find the person who came up with this marketing campaign I'm going to beat them senseless with a whiffle ball bat.
..what starts with beaver and rhymes with twatwaffle.
But I'm trying real hard.
The "Can't get anything right Dad"
Followed by the "Oh shucks, I better clean up after my bumbling family with a smile on my face instead of letting them do it themselves! Mom"
The day I see a vacuum commercial where a man is happily operating the vacuum is the day I buy one. Until then I'll just keep eating over the sink. I have given in and bought dish soap despite the FEMINIST RAGE inducing advertising though.
On a related note I have no idea why I enjoy ironing and cooking.
it took me 4 years to discover MGoBlog.
college chicks perhaps?
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go when the volcano blow.
but I don't know who's doing PR for this guy:
/1000 words that prove that there is bad publicity.
and I never want to know
what that smell is. Oh, wait. Yes I do.
I don't know if I'm going to be able to get through this day without having a spectacular ban-inducing mgoblog meltdown.