The Less Dull FAQs
Questions seldom asked, paired with occasionally-related answers
Do you know any good peanut butter cookie recipes?
When I was seven, I played piccolo in the Latvian Defense Ministries Outreach Program, but you need to understand that there are no ‘bad’ peanut butter cookie recipes. Please consider a psychologist.
Strange that you should ask! When I was nine, while I was on sabbatical (from Princeton, where I was struggling to earn my PhD in molecular mechanics) I was coordinating relief efforts in sub-Saharan countries. My co-coordinator, Marie Curie (who briefly returned from the dead for this worthy cause) told me that she had a dream in which I was asked precisely your question!
Geez, an all black page? You kidding me? So what are you, depressed or something?
Please refrain from asking multiple questions. Doing so confuses me. In fact, I’ve been confused since I was eleven, back when I was still in charge of NASA, although nobody I knew gave a hoot. Why would they? I’m asking: why would they?
And another thing. When I visit Sumatra, all your questions turns some dark purplish color. I can hardly read them. Dude, what's wrong with you?
I would tell you, but back when I was thirteen the DoD gave me clear instructions on what would happen to my family if I so much as brought attention to the…
Ah, heck. There goes another brother. See what you’ve done?
Quick! Do you know how to stop my profuse bleeding? I cut myself on a slice of surprisingly sharp cheddar, and I feel faint... I feel, I feel... I feel... warm... and... and...
Lucky you! Yours will be the first question I answer once we get back from vacation! But before I read your question, you need to hear this! We’re going back to Angkor Wat, which I discovered when I was only fifteen–and get this–while searching for the original Bigfoot! Isn’t that interesting? Oh heck, I have to trim my toenails, but I’ll read your question as soon as possible–unless I forget! Ha ha ha!
Wait! I haven't thought of a question yet!
Oh, that’s okay. In fact, when I was 17 I contracted a rare disease known as the Koman Kolt, although I might not be spelling it properly. Anyway, while I was in the hospital I met a Romanian woman who spoke no English, so not only did I have to fabricate the answers, but I also had to make up the questions. A gruelling 3 weeks, I can tell ya!