Hello truth seekers, and welcome back to the bit of my blog where I answer the difficult questions that other blogs choose to ignore.
Mostly because they weren’t asked them.
But I was asked them.
So I will answer them.
Because that seems like the polite thing to do.
To kick us off, Pete asks:
This is something of a callback to a question that Pete posed a couple of weeks ago, and like then I will refer you to the answer my parents gave me to this question back in my youth, which in this case was… BECAUSE I SAID SO!
Pete also asks:
My cat, sitting on a mat, has just had a urinary accident………Is this onomatopoeia?
Alas Pete, it isn’t. Onomatopoeia is when a word sounds like itself. Which is, to be fair, all words. They all sound like themselves. I may have misunderstood what onomatopoeia means. There must be more to it than that. But I know it doesn’t refer to cats urinating on mats. The word you’re thinking of is catonomatopoeia.
James, why haven’t I got any questions this week?
I had so many last week.
I tried but I simply couldn’t conjure one up, even when I looked in my wardrobe.
I must admit, I was perplexed to discover that you didn’t have any questions Bryntin, but I think I understand why. It’s because questions aren’t kept in wardrobes. Fictional lands with witches and lions and never-ending winters are kept in wardrobes.
Stolzy’s five year old son is back with this scatalogical question:
Why is it that my poop is brown when I ate nothing brown?
I was going to come up with a silly answer to this, but then I realised that I was answering the question for a five year old boy and so I feel that I would be doing him a disservice by not taking the question seriously.
So Stolzy, please read the following answer out to your son, in order to further his education.
Poop is brown because of a tetrapyrrolic bile pigment called sterconilin.
Or it could just be because the poo fairy likes brown.
Take your pick.
“WHY do men collect crap?” Model parts, dried out glue bottles, modeling paints that are dried up with the cap on crooked…none of which can be thrown out as it “might be needed later”.
Now I can see why you’ve asked me this question Suze, because, as a man I’m fully qualified to answer. Although I don’t actually collect any of that stuff, because I’m the kind of maverick who hurls caution to the wind and throws stuff away. That said, I’ve often been left to rue my cavalier attitude when I’ve desperately needed some dried out modelling paints and haven’t had any to hand. What a fool I was.
And that’s it for this week’s James Explains. As ever, if you’d like me to explain the seemingly unexplainable then pop a question in the comments below.