Bitch on the Blog

January 2, 2014

Bloody brilliant

Filed under: Amusement — bitchontheblog @ 11:48
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In an attempt to distract you from yourself and the New Year here is a question to confound all but one or two I could name. Please don’t google it. I haven’t either since I don’t believe the answer to be of any consequence but, boy oh boy, do I like the sound of it:

“How did the Higgs Boson particle confer mass on the early universe?”



  1. 😉

    Comment by magpie11 — January 2, 2014 @ 13:03 | Reply

    • I’ve read that question somewhere else recently BTW…… where?

      Comment by magpie11 — January 2, 2014 @ 13:13 | Reply

      • Do see Tom’s comment. And read it in its correct meaning : Pulp it. Papers. That is.


        Comment by Ursula — January 3, 2014 @ 07:36 | Reply

  2. From a pulpit

    Comment by Tom — January 2, 2014 @ 13:11 | Reply

    • Tom, considering you were brought up a Catholic (correct me if I am wrong, not that the alternative is less labour intensive and punishable) and I mean it, you are as sharp as – I don’t know whatever is very sharp.

      And don’t be so modest as not to give a link back to your blog. There are people out there dying to know who I converse with, grace with my presence and the odd other favour bestowed. Most those people – and this gives me no pleasure to record – old enough to be able to read your lengthy posts at leisure. Alas, I don’t. Though I will. Why else do you think I get up so early, John being my first port of call? Friends are hard work, I tell you that much for nothing. And the rest.

      Anyway, got to rush to keep both my dear unstinting benefactor and my son in faith (in me).


      Comment by Ursula — January 3, 2014 @ 07:32 | Reply

  3. He invited the Pope to do the honours.

    Comment by rummuser — January 2, 2014 @ 15:20 | Reply

    • I refuse to record (on virtual paper) why I find your comment funny. Hilariously so.


      Comment by Ursula — January 3, 2014 @ 07:38 | Reply

  4. This is embarrassing. I work in applied physics, but didn’t have a clue … until looking at what Tom and Rummuser posted. They are clearly on the right track.

    Comment by Looney — January 3, 2014 @ 05:24 | Reply

    • Looney, I knew it. Referring to “one or two I could name” knowing the answer off the back of their sleeve you were the very one on my mind. Ain’t I clever? To reel you back into my comment box I toss a charmingly named particle into the pot and there you are, Looney. Just like that. Magic. Maybe I should take up witchery after all. Unfortunately, going by my fairy tale books, I’d have to ride on a broom, be old, bent and balance a cat on my shoulder. I am no engineer – and let’s forget that I am not fond of heights – but even I know a health hazard when I see it. And I would have to procure frogs and spiders to throw into my cauldron. Come to think of it, budding and seasoned nutritionists take note: How does a vegetarian witch ensure there are enough legs and protein in her broth? Sigh. That’s what I love about the olden times. People had fewer problems. The main ones being how to survive childbirth and not getting caught up in the Spanish inquisition.


      PS I can’t think of you other than freezing and, no, I am not vegetarian. Neither do I kill anything.

      Comment by Ursula — January 3, 2014 @ 07:21 | Reply

  5. With difficulty?

    Comment by nick — January 3, 2014 @ 10:55 | Reply

  6. Of absolutely no importance at all.
    Nw, if you’d asked ‘why is the moon made of cheese’, there might have been a purpose in finding and answer.

    Comment by friko — January 3, 2014 @ 18:38 | Reply

    • Friko, I like your no nonsense approach. Most questions have no purpose. Which is why, on the whole, I don’t expect answers.

      If the moon were a cheese the mouse (and/or a Frenchman) would have to be huge. Like Depardieu. Talking of whom, and not wishing to be indelicate, do you remember a time when cheese walked? It was awful. Harzer had feet size 12 (English). If there is one word I hate the sound of it’s “Maden”. My dear sweet grandparents (pre fridge days) banned me from the kitchen till they had cleaned up/out the mice traps – the reason my childhood has not traumatized me; hence not being able to put any grief at anyone’s door step.


      Comment by Ursula — January 3, 2014 @ 19:18 | Reply

  7. By making it a sacrament of course. Do I get a prize?


    Comment by wisewebwoman — January 3, 2014 @ 18:49 | Reply

    • Yes, WWW, you will get a prize. Not least, considering your profession and inclination, by reading my response to Friko. What the rest of it [the prize] will turn out remains to be seen.

      “Sacrament”: This is where we tread on difficult waters. Bread and wine will do. I’ll bear the cross another day.


      Comment by Ursula — January 3, 2014 @ 19:25 | Reply

  8. How ever it happened, it must have been loud (as in Big Bang)…but if no one was there to hear it, did it even make a sound? Is it fair to answer a question with a question? Pundits and parents do it all the time…

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — January 6, 2014 @ 13:16 | Reply

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