From time to time, odd things occur to me and obscure questions pop into my head. Hence the name of this blog. This is one of those times.
For instance, must a woman who rides a motorcycle have children in order to be a "motorcycle mama"?
If a motorcyclist is also known as a biker, what is a bicyclist also known as?
Why is it that I always seem to need to use the bathroom most right after I've gone to bed?
Now that we have so much choice on television, thanks to cable and satellite, why is it I can't never find anything I'm interested in watching?
If love is a battlefield, what's love got to do with it? And who did write the book of love anyway?
If Elvis Presley was the King of Rock and Roll, James Brown the Godfather of Soul, and Michael Jackson the Prince of Pop, what does that make Liberace? And where does that leave Prince in music's royal family?
How is possible that a country which put the first man on the moon also produced the Ford Pinto?
If common sense is so hard to find in people, what makes it common?
Why is it that a child who's grounded is in trouble while an adult who's grounded is generally respected?
If we actually paid people based on the value of their jobs to society, how much would the CEO of BP owe us?
Finally, if a person writes a blog and nobody reads it, is it still a blog? Or is it simply a diary? Okay, I'll stop. For now.
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