no answer

Have you any idea why a Raven is like a Writing Desk?

No one can seem to answer that question, when it's quite simple if you knew Lewis Carroll, or Edgar Allen...

It's not that I ask the wrong questions - it's simply the more obscure ones.
Then again, it's that time of the year when everyone gets a bit more freaky deeky before Christmas shows up; and snow, and cheer, and warm clothes, and prospects of cuddling and a few Yule Tide glasses of things that taste like happy.

Still, there's that freaky part. Just dreadful.

I just want jazz, and rain, and so forth. Thank you God for the changing colors, you've done a smashing great job.

I won't wait until I'm a skeleton to speak up. I'll die if I don't.