I drive around the town. I peruse the Internet. I chatter with my fellow locals and the international jet set, alike. And as much as I’m trying to figure out the world around me and make sense of it all by asking questions of others, people are always asking me questions.
- Hey, Chris! Should I get a Mac or a PC?
- Hey, Chris! What’s the best smartphone?
- Hey, Chris! Who would win a fight between bacon and steak?
- Hey, Chris! Will you arm wrestle me for the price of a cup of coffee?
- Hey, Chris! Are you gonna leggo my LEGO?
- Hey, Chris! Do you like gladiator movies?
- Hey, Chris! Star Wars or Star Trek?
- Hey, Chris! What’s the capital of Bulgaria?
- Hey, Chris! Do you represent the Lollipop Guild?
- Hey, Chris! Why are you a fanboy of [insert random tech company here]? You must know that [insert random tech company's competition here] is better, right?
- Hey, Chris! In that delightful ’80s show with Tony Danza, Judith Light, Katherine Helmond, and (occasional LockerGnome reader) Alyssa Milano, who was the boss?
People are always asking me questions, but I don’t mind. I don’t claim to know everything, but I like to think that I know a thing or two (or maybe even three). Nobody ever gets the right answers out of life if they don’t ask the right questions. I’m not even going to guarantee that I have the right answers, but I will do my best to not steer you wrong. Please feel free to ask me a question! What’s the worst that could happen?