I was a confused kid. Growing up I had a lot of questions and not many answers.

  1. Is there a god?
  2. Why are we here?
  3. If space-time isn't infinite, how and why does it stop?
  4. Why is a grandstand called a grandstand when you sit down?
  5. How do they make seedless grapes?

5 very profound questions. 0 answers.

Luckily, the other day I found out the answer to one of them. According to a complete stranger I met on a mailing list about clubs they spray the grape plants with a special enzyme which does something to them to stop the production of seeds.

My life is now 20% complete.

And now thanks to eponymous, I find even that was a lie. Damn.