OT: What don't you know?
I do not know how conference alignment will shake out. I do not know Demar Dorsey's football future.
Very few of us here are THE KNOWLEDGE, and so we instead live lives frought with uncertainty, beset on all sides by mystery, impatient for answers cannot yet know, and may not yet exist.
What else don't you know? It could be anything. I'll begin:
I don't know how you translate I Will by The Beatles into a language that doesn't use modal verbs. Slightly different issue with And She Was by The Talking Heads. How does this work?
I don't know how beavers know which way to run after they've taken their last bite out of a tree. If you've ever felled a tree before, you know it's always important not to get crushed by the tree, but then we have big brains and chainsaws and wikis. How does the beaver manage this?
Do you have the answer? What don't you know?
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.
+1 for twatwaffle
..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.
You buy dish soap for the shit you can't stuff into the dishwasher without it catching fire.
Dammit
Well, a picture of the Oreck guy was supposed to go here.
it took me 4 years to discover MGoBlog.
college chicks perhaps?
But I graduated in 97.
I was distracted by imbociles in the MLive forums........
a great year.
Nothing like misspelling imbecile......
Ah well.
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.