Some time ago, I subscribed to Quora. It bills itself as
A place to share knowledge and better understand the world
I subscribed because — when searching for an elusive bit of knowledge — I crossed paths with Quora articles or written pieces with detailed and referenced answers to questions I had or information I was seeking.
For instance, a search about Thorium Reactors results in THESE answers.
There’s a lot of stuff there and many answers link to additional information. It truly is a place to share knowledge and gain a better understanding of our world.
It’s also a place where the stupid — or intellectually lazy — come to rest. For the longest time, I resisted answering any of these questions, and then one day I snapped . . .
The question was: “What is the most visible planet on Earth with our naked eye?”
A simple Google search would give you a gazillion links to all sort of information in less time than it took the person to type that in. HERE is my answer. I should mention that the original question was “on Earth” as opposed to the current “from Earth” but I think my answer still holds.
Because I answered a question about Space, more question headed my way. Most I could not be bothered to answer because — again — I would just direct the person asking the question to another resource; one they could have easily found on their own.
However, this question: “Should we worry about rogue planets?” . . . also moved me to answer, mostly because I kept getting notifications asking if I wanted to answer it. HERE is that answer.
Often, the questions seem ideologically motivated and with an agenda in mind, such as this question: “Would you agree that gun control works in a country that does not have as many guns as the USA?” . . . and I answer with an appropriate level counter-agenda (HERE).
Today I snapped again and ANSWERED this question: “Why isn’t there any nanotechnology that has been produced at a size visible to the naked eye?”
Lest anyone worries, mine are not the only answers to those questions and at least I keep mine light and humorous. Many stupid questions are either ignored or they get nasty answers.
And now, the photo:
In a way, I’m encouraged that so many people pursue knowledge. There’s nothing I like more than a person with a thirst for knowledge and I give them high marks for that thirst.
That said, I do take off a few marks if the questions show a complete lack of initiative toward even a base understanding of what they’re asking. Meaning, I can see asking specific questions relating to potentially confusing aspects of a topic.
However, if your question is the equivalent of “what does a spoon look like?” or “how high would I bounce when I hit after jumping out of a 15 stories building?” I start wishing you’d do a little first-hand research.
There are occasions when Willy ‘n Ethel have a kid. I can’t say we ever learn his name and he tends to come and go as the joke dictates.
I’d be all in favor of having kids if real-life kids were the same way . . . they’d be around when I needed a few laughs but would otherwise exist in some other dimension.
Today’s doodle is a variant of yesterday’s doodle . . . this one is Dark Visions.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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