Monday, November 29, 2010

Somebody ask a freaking question


So you know, I basically started a series where I wanted people to ask me questions and then I'd answer them. Except I'm not getting any. Questions, that is. Except from freaking Leroy Hornsnarkle the III or whatever his name is.

No really, use the comments box. Ask a question. I'll answer it. I'm smart. Obviously.

So then I'll tell you my smarts and you'll be smart.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is that you in the alley in your green suit? I thought you didn't like punctuation.

Anonymous said...

Which area of conservation do you believe to be most neglected? I know that helmeted woodpeckers are important, but I am not prepared for such a hearty commitment.

Anonymous said...

What is going on in your love life? How is Ursula? Knowing your penchance for sweet tasting alcoholic beverages I was wondering what you thought of the banning of FOUR LOCO?

Anonymous said...

Have you developed any other sufficiently excessive sampling methodologies, protocols, or training tools? I'm also struggling with finding the balance between gathering data and making time for birthdays, federal holidays, and all of the special days designated by Hallmark...any suggestions?

Mary said...

Have you bumped into any of the technicians you fired/traded to the locals recently? Have any of them had the audacity to ask you for a job recommendation?

Anonymous said...

So, basically, you asked for questions and you haven't responded to any of them. We are currently unguided and at a loss on how best to save the world without the inspirational verbiage of our selfless master of the universe. It's blowing our minds that you've forgotten your beloved padawans. Please respond immediately or else we may start driving around frantically depositing recyclables into trash cans all around town.