Frazz by Jef Mallett for March 25, 2020

Reminds me (indirectly) of something I learned in Vietnam, never look up in a monsoon.

There are two tricks that worked well for me:

Most important and easiest: Don’t look at noses unless…

you succeed at getting them to get down on the floor to play with you.

It’s a lot easier to ask questions than it is to answer them.

Well, kid, it’s like the tall people are the last to be noticed going bald.

So, dentistry is out?

Just about everybody is taller than you, sweetie. A co-worker would let his nose hair get real long. It was like a little mustache.

So the kid studies hard and reaches . . . no conclusion?

Only the nose,knows.I’ve started braiding my excess nose,and ear hair.Getting bored,I guess ;~|

Fortunately, nose hairs don’t grow long enough to become mustaches.

When I was young (back in the Pleistocene), I had to walk across a bridge to get to junior high school. I was irritated that the wind was “always” blowing my hair (back when I had some) the wrong way across where I had it parted. Then one day I started wondering why it was “always” blowing from the north on my way TO school and “always” blowing from the south on my way back home. And it dawned on me that there was no “always” involved. I only noticed the wind when it was mussing my hair.

Selective perception is what’s going on here, too.

A few years ago I saw this old guy, and thought “Wow – you don’t see many dudes rockin’ the Charlie Chaplin mustache since Adolph gave it a bad odor!”

Then he turned, and I saw that it was not, in fact, a Charlie Chaplin mustache – it was all nostril hair. Talk about a “Pass the eye bleach” moment………

Have you ever counted?

This thread (along with being safer-at-home and trying to remote teach my Special Ed students…) reminds me of that old chestnut:

You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.

{Of course, there may be some exceptions — but not during Social Distancing time…}

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Frazz19 hrs · That’s the weird thing about curiosity: More questions doesn’t necessarily yield any more answers. Just more knowledge.I wonder why that is. I’ll probably never know. But it’s worth asking.