DO I HAVE TOO MUCH HANS ON MY TIME?

Do I have to much Hans on my time?  I do whenever my fat neighbor Hans sits on my watch.

I never know when Hans is going to show up.  He never calls.  He knocks at my door.  When I answer he asks, "May I sit on your watch?"  I let him in.  I take off my watch.  He sits on it and smiles.  After several minutes, he gets up and leaves thanking me on his way out.

I always think of questions while Hans is on my time:

What does the moon eat to get full?

Do whores love their work?

Why do I keep falling asleep when I read books about insomnia?

Are marriage and serenity compatible?

Can a void be organic?

Does Nothing have an identity crisis when it is Impossible?

Why am I afraid to ask Hans why he enjoys sitting on my time?

JUST A FEW QUESTIONS . . .

Did Edgar Allan Poe invent poetry?

 

Can you communicate effectively with your foot in your mouth?

If in the beginning there was a void, then what was the first letter of this void?

One last question  . . .  Is there anything else I can ask?

FUNNY BONE PHYSICS

Does String Theory state what to do with broken shoelaces?


Q:  What did one space with no matter say to another space with no matter?
A:  "I'd like a void with you."


Is radiocarbon a dirty wireless listening device?


Quantum physicists say that a particle can appear in two places at the same time.  This happens with me.  Quite often my foot will be on the ground and in my mouth at the same time.


Sound wave?  How does a sound wave when it has no hands?


Is a light year a year with less than twelve months?


I'm in love!  I fell for the Law of Gravity.


How wonderful that atoms do not think like human beings!  Where would we be if atoms did not mix and join and intermarry?

CONVERSATION WITH MY BLOG . . .

Blog:  Hey Gary!  It's been awhile.  Where have you been?

Me:    All over the place both in mind and body.  I packed up all my "stuff " and put it in storage.  I am still living out of a suitcase.

Blog:  Where are you now?

Me:   The other side of The Milky Way.  It's nice this time of the year.  I love how the voids change colors.

Blog:  So, you are in a period of transition?

Me:   Yes, I was in one place for twenty years.  Twenty years!  The war between the Quarks and the Leptons forced me to move.  They have stopped fighting, but my place is not matter now.  I cannot move back.   I am looking for another place -- preferably in Reality.  I will live "elsewhere" if I cannot find it.

Blog:  Well, how kind of you to stop by.  You have a good heart.

Me:      Thanks.  My heart is in the right place, but my mind is in a box  . . .  somewhere.