Cause and Effect: Where Did My Socks Go? It's the question that humans have been asking since, well, not the dawn of time, But for a very long time. This question has plagued thoughts, boggled the mind, and given many geniuses nightmares for hundreds of years. The blasted question: "Where did my socks go?" There have been many varied theories on where socks manage to find themselves, which include supernatural and fantastically normal ways. My idea is to take some of the supposed causes of the disappearances of socks and to give my own theory about what could be happening instead. Since sock trees most certainly do not sprout from the ground, it costs too much to just replace them all the time. The most widely used excuse for losing a sock …show more content…
Socks, though, seem to disappear the most underneath the bed. The most common theory is that there is a monster under the bed that likes to eat socks, and the dirtier the better. But what really happens to these supposedly scrumptious socks? Does a monster really munch on them, or could there be another reason? Well, I believe there always could be another reason. Perhaps the socks had been under there so long that fungus had made the material disintegrate onto the floor. Maybe that's why there is always so much dust underneath beds and other pieces of furniture in one's bedroom. Another reason for the vanishing of our socks is that when you go to clean this mystery dust from under the bed, you accidentally manage to suck up any hidden socks under there. You wouldn't notice, though, since socks are much smaller than shirts, so they (the socks) can fit down a vacuum cleaner tube much easier than a shirt could. It's strange how socks just have that annoying little habit of getting …show more content…
Why would aliens want to steal such usual things? Is it their plan to use our socks for galactic domination? Well, maybe not, but what else could explain the happening of a sock being on a couch one minute, and then gone a few minutes later? I believe that there is a simpler reason for this happening. I have a cat that is very playful. I watch her jumping around sometimes, and I was quite surprised a while back to see her actually pick up a sock in her mouth and drag it all the way down the stairs to the basement, where she then proceeded to drag it under the bed in the guest room. I looked under the bed afterwards and found three more socks. I also learned from babysitting that children have an odd fascination with taking socks. There is also the possibility that while you weren't looking, someone sat on your laundry pile and accidentally pushed some of your socks into the couch. I've found many a sock in its comfy folds. So, before you blame the poor aliens for taking your socks, I would suggest looking a little closer to home
Memento has a lot of examples of cause and effect throughout the movie. One main focus is to explore the people from the beginning of the movie to the end of the movie, and explain how the beginning action affects the ending action. Leonard has a lot of great examples to explain who he is and why he is the way he is. His actions are almost justified by the end of the movie, he’s trying to find his wife’s rapist and killer.
One night, one of the parents hear some screaming and sounds, like a howling. The next morning, when they began to search the area, around the house, they saw some footprints in the mud, they were very large and real. Something
Bigfoot’s existence can no longer be denied. No longer is it a question of Bigfoot being real, but rather a question of man’s capability in being able to believe the truth. The facts cannot be mistaken. Besides being seen time and time again, video footage has been collected. This alone is enough to make many believe, but for the rest, the physical evidence is unmistakably real. As the theory progresses, more and more credible researchers come forward to show support in such a creature’s existence. They do this at the risk of losing their own credibility. None, however, are capable of an explanation for Bigfoot’s uncanny ability to remain hidden from human observation, the nature of which remains to be a question. Perhaps, though, as more and more people start to believe in the truth, questions will be answered and the mystery solved.
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One day, a fourteen-year-old boy named Jonathan Price found himself lying down in the grass and suddenly thought, where are mom and dad? Where am I? He did not realize that he had walked one hundred and fifty miles east of his home in Wichita, Kansas and blacked out the previous day, October 19th, and blacked out. As he got up out of the grass, he felt a strange desire for food. He started wandering in the direction he thought was home. He started to go through a forest when he saw a beautiful waterfall joining in to a river. As he walked over to the river he found what he thought was an apple on the floor and ate it almost immediately. After he finished the so-called apple, he drank some water. He started to feel sock and looked at the apple in his hands only to realize that he had actually picked up an orange.
After several miles of tromping through the thick, slimy mud, I reached the hill with the tree upon it. Panting, I raced towards the hill and begin to climb it. My foot slid on the slick ground, but I persevered. I reached the top of the hill and felt disappointed. Trees were supposed to be surrounded by other plants and teeming with wildlife. Not this tree. The mud I trudged through covered the hill, coating the tree’s roots. There were no other plants. In fact, as I looked around, I noticed tha...
As I’m driving down the back-roads of Bowdoinham, Maine in the most beautiful season of the year, the leaves are changing colors and floating to the ground like slightly weighed-down feathers. It’s autumn. But, I have never taken the time to wonder how the leaves change colors and fall from the trees. Diana Ackerman describes this process perfectly by explaining each step specifically. However, no matter how beautiful the process of the leaves changing colors, Ackerman believes that the leaves colors “don’t seem to have any purpose” (440). Which she then compares to the significance of the changing colors of flowers and animals.
While discussing this laundry larceny, I refer not to the occasional petty pilferage of the odd argyle sock, in which every washer/dryer seems to indulge. This well-known and carefully documented occurrence is merely the tip, as it were, of the iceberg. Long misunderstood as pure coincidence, the lost-sock phenomenon was finally explained in an episode of the cartoon “Ren and Stimpy.” In this episode, the two fearless adventurers travel to an alternate universe, where they find an extremely smelly planet, which contains, amongst other sundry items, all the socks that have ever disappeared from our world.
Correlation and Causation Correlation alone does not mean causation, though the news cannot resist using correlation to mean more than it does. Today we analyze three articles on proper use of correlation and causation. The attempted correlation, and causation statements made included sleep with weight change, church goers and obesity, and having kids and being unhealthy. Discussion In the world of news reporting, correlation often times gets reported as causation. This is not the case, since correlation, inherently by definition, requires further testing to show causality.
Causal determinism is the concept that preceding causes give rise to everything which exists such that reality could be nothing but what it is. Science depends on this idea as it aims to find generalisations about the conjunction of certain causes and effects and thus hold some power of prediction about their future co-occurrence. However, in human interaction people assume each other to be responsible for their acts and not merely at the whim of causal laws. So the question which troubles philosophers is whether causation dictates entirely the course of human action or whether we as agents possess some free will. I will argue that free will is an inescapable illusion of the mind, something which never did nor ever could exist under causal determinism.
Over the past century and a half, the spur of Bigfoots existence has questioned many researchers and non-believers alike. Extensive research and findings have sparked many to seek out if there is another creature amongst our woods. Bigfoots existence is limited to substantial evidence such as sightings, footprints, and somatogenic traces. Ben Radford the author of “Bigfoot at 50 Evaluating a Half-Century of Bigfoot Evidence” explains effectively of the possible existence through extensive evidence and theories whether the beast actually resides among us.
Mattresses can be a hotbed of different things if they are not cleaned regularly. Particles that can be found in your mattress include but are not limited to:
Imagine walking down an ancient path amidst a forest of tangled and twisted trees, some of which have existed since before a time even great grandparents can remember. The air echoes with sounds of life, and the fragrance is that of cedar or juniper… or something not quite either. The living things that dwell here, bridge a gap in time that many are totally unaware of and for the reasons about to be explained, may never become so. The beauty that surrounds this place is unexplainable in the tongue of man, yet its presence can be felt by all who choose to behold it. At least for now…
On the first day of school, my locker is still clean and radiant in the fluorescent hall lighting. Gradually books accumulate on the bottom shelf, and syllabuses and lists of rules fill the top shelf. My cousin's large grey sweatshirt, complete with a cigarette burn hole, occupies the hook. Eventually these are joined by a myriad of assignments, which are prone to flying out if the door is opened. One day, on the top shelf, an odd green spot appears. There's moss growing in my locker.
As adults, we often use the scientific method, or process of elimination to help explain things that we cannot. Although, as children, we immediately jumped to conclusions no matter how otherworldly or outrageous our explanation. Whether we believed the sound coming from your closet was some type of terrifying monster, or the old woman that paced the side-walk kidnapped children and turned them into soap, explanation was left to our imagination. I can remember quiet a few thoughts like this, but one in particular has always stood out. It was a story my Grandpa told me one summer. A story about how the sound that the trees made when the wind blew was not the cracking of their branches, but was of them weeping.