Around this time last year, Writing Boots hosted a weeklong discussion devoted to answering dumb questions. My dumb questions, to be precise.
The questions were: What happened to prison concerts? What happened to hitchhking? And what's up with all the tattoos that respectable people are wearing these days?
The answers were interesting and mostly enlightening.
But new dumb questions keep popping up.
Why don't women faint anymore? Women used to faint all the time. Now, you can leap out from behind a door, you can tell her her sister just ran off with her husband, you can tell her Sex and the City is coming back for one more season. But the modern woman just won't go down!
Why don't people have nervous breakdowns anymore? I'm sure the shrinks will dismiss the term as hopelessly old-fashioned. But now, when you seriously need to some time away, "nervous exhaustion" isn't good enough; you have to specify: "I had a psychic break." Not cool!
And finally, why doesn't the hole in Willie Nelson's guitar get any bigger? It's been the same size for at least a decade, and I'm starting to suspect he's got a crew of dwarves that make him a new identical shabby chic guitar for every show.
Crowd Sorcerers, do your thing!