This month I've decided to post every day. Since I don't have enough original things to write about (hence the desertish nature of my blog lately), I've decided to ask a new question every day this month and hope that I get answers. I have questions; you have answers.
Where the hell do the extra socks go? I have about 10 or 15 unmatched socks that I just can't get rid of...
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Oddly, all my socks have mates, with the exclusion of two: one that was cut off when I broke my ankle (I had four socks alike, now I have three) and one that I cut up when I was trying to keep my toes warm while wearing the cast.
Otherwise? All mated.
Meant to add: guess OCD is good for SOMETHING!
Parallel universe.
That's an easy answer.
We have regular "crazy sock days" when we wear the ones that never have their matching partner turn up. I join the kids in the fun, while Doug always has matching pairs. I don't know how he does it but I think it involves nth degree dimensional math, or something like that.
I thought I'd fix that problem by buying about 8 pairs of the same black socks for myself. I have 6.5 pairs now.
Terry Pratchett has the answer, the "Uncommon sock eater", originally unveiled in Hogfather, and with a brief mention in Unseen Academicals, it's obviously thriving in Unseen University.
@Belladonna -- welcome!
I've tried to read Terry Pratchett and have been unsuccessful. But perhaps the lure of an "Uncommon Sock Eater" may lure me back to try again.
And further on the missing sock thread. This may prove to be the answer....
http://blaine.org/sevenimpossiblethings/?p=2034#more-2034
That's easy! My parents told me all the extra socks went to a beautiful farm where they could loaf about and play... and... have... a nice... life... as socks...
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OH MY GOD MY PARENTS LIED TO ME! THERE'S NO FARM FOR LOST SOCKS AT ALL, IS THERE?!
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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