Tuesday, October 31, 2006

One of the great mysteries of life

How it is that one can be possessed of a seemingly infinite number of single socks, all or many of the same color, even, and yet -no two are a pair.- At all. Length, thickness, texture, nothin'. How does this happen, anyway?

another, more pleasant mystery:

how do cats purr? and why can't we do it, too? i want my cat to teach me to purr.

15 comments:

Cap'n Dyke said...

Ahh, darlin', socks be a greater mystery than mere humans can understand.

As fer th'purrin' o'cats. They do it when they're happy, but they can also do it because they're pissed an' ready t'bite yer hand off (experience from me day job an' all, y'know). A human's finest effort t'purr will end up soundin' like a gargle, but go ahead an' keep practicin'. Just update up once in a while on yer progress. ;)

belledame222 said...

well, I can do that thing the French do with the roof of their mouths: euurRRrrr.

but i still don't know how cats do it. i know -why- they do it. but i don't think anyone knows the exact process for sure.

Lis Riba said...

Re:socks, why is it that men's black socks are sold in bulk (or at least packages of multiple pairs) but not women's?

The other day in Syms, I told Ian to find me multiple identical pairs of black socks so that when they get scrammbled around in the washer/dryer, I can still find a matching pair.

Re:cats, a more basic question is why, with all the various meditation recordings of "nature sounds" (like storms, ocean waves, etcetera), nobody's made a recording of purring cats?
Best soporific I know of.

Taihae said...

kittieeesss!!!

oh socks. I wear a lot of knee socks in different pinstripes and patterns, the problem being that with so many individual looking pairs you can NEVER FIND THE DAMN MATE. ever.

belledame222 said...

hey, Lis! long time no see...

i have seen (and bought) women's socks, all black, yes, in three or two-packs.

what they DON'T sell are socks that actually are frigging warm enough in winter. cutesy little anklets. feh.

Rootietoot said...

Oh that's simple. Socks are coathanger larvae.

Zan said...

Well, cats have a special organ (or set of cords, I can't remember which) that allows them to purr. If we had that, we could purr too. Which would piss off the cats and they'd take over the world, enslave us all and sacrifice small dogs to their cat gods. Or something.

I'm moving right now and I've found more fricking socks with no mates....I just....why is it that I can buy socks every winter and wear them once and then...that's it. One or both will simply disappear. I remember putting them in the washer, but it's like...is there a secret passageway in the washer? Do only socks know the combination to it? And where does it lead anyway?

Katie said...

Play a game with your socks!

Anonymous said...

Well, I just stopped caring whether my socks matched or not, which more or less fixed that particular problem. Of course, the reason I stopped caring is because I don't have enough socks to begin with. As for cats, I am saddened by our inability to purr every time I pet my boyfriend and he can't quite manage to purr. (He can be rather cat-like and has very long, soft hair when he brushes it.)

lilcollegegirl said...

the above comment was me, but it refused to let me leave my name for insufficient sacrifice to the internet gods or something.

Agnostic said...

Socks wear out at different rates. I have a bunch of socks that started out identical, but even those I've been wearing as pairs now look so different I can barely tell which go with which.

belledame222 said...

I can deal if they don't match in -appearance-, color, pattern; particularly if I'm wearing them to potter around the house or under shoes/boots where they don't show anyway.

but that's not my current problem. it'll be, like, one comes up to mid-calf, another is an anklet, and still another comes all the way up to the knee. and of the two that are -almost- the same length, one's thick and wooly and comforting, and the other's so transparent it's like a trouser sock. they FEEL different, iow. drives. me. crazeee.

R. Mildred said...

It's like that maths game where you can't color a shape with only four colors without two identical colored sections touching, but in reverse.

There's so an ignoble prize in this somewhere, like the washing machine sock equation but with the rate of entropy of socks within a closed system instead.

Or maybe it's just a simple matter of beta decay.

Cats swallow small vibrators when they're babies in much the same way birds swallow stones to aid with their digestion.

belledame222 said...

Ah! That explains much! "It's all falling into place! of course, that place is nowhere near this place..."

that icon is rilly disturbing, RM.

which, i'm sure was the idea...

belledame222 said...

o excellent: TWO new blogs! groovy...