Science Is Hard
I have two hypotheses and I am having a very difficult time proving or disproving them because they are so similar in likelihood. Nothing in college prepared me to solve this one.
Either:
- I have a cold.
- Last night a cement mixer backed into my bedroom and dumped a full load of concrete right into my head.
On the plus side, my voice has dropped so low that I am going to record a Barry White tribute album.
Comments
I believe I have some information that would disprove #2:
Cement mixers live in mortal fear of popcorn.
Posted by: Eric James Stone | November 21, 2003 01:31 PM
disproof for #1: If it is possible to cure strep throat by sheer force of willpower (already proved by Josh), then a simple cold would be out-willed before it even struck.
Posted by: Joel | November 21, 2003 04:00 PM
I can vouch for his voice - it is completely unrecognizable and freaky — like some kind of robot, maybe like a robot left out in the cold of in Lancaster County.
Posted by: john | November 21, 2003 06:48 PM
barry white’s voice is totally sexy. you better be careful who you talk to…
Posted by: elaine | November 21, 2003 08:56 PM
You’re too tall to get a cold. Colds hone in on the weak and not-so-tall. Therefore B is the answer to your dilemma. (I thought that you’d have figured this one out by now.)
Posted by: dave | November 24, 2003 10:18 AM
Last week I had either A or B happen to me, still unsure which. My head became so congested that my ears became plugged. The experience of being half deaf and sometimes dizzy was both fun and annoying. Maybe in visiting your site last week, I transferred some Hulkish-Mutant-Virus that had attributes of the common cold and a computer virus. What have I done…
Posted by: Adam | November 25, 2003 08:19 AM
Don’t make me groggy, you wouldn’t like me when I’m groggy.
Posted by: Rob | November 25, 2003 09:22 AM
you should write a birthday entry so that i could post a comment that says “happy birthday you genius, you!” [or something]
Posted by: elaine | November 25, 2003 04:44 PM
NOt too long ago I felt like i fell into a huge machine with tons of giant metal moving parts going up and down, and then giant wheels moving around that grind everything they touch into a bloody pulp. Either that or my body was really sore and i was passing out.
Posted by: dave | November 26, 2003 12:11 AM
I just remembered my favorite thing to say when I have LVS (low voice syndrome). “Ninty-Five, Point Five. K - L - O - S. I got some Doors coming-up-here-for-ya. Right after this message.”
Posted by: martin | December 5, 2003 05:22 PM