Several Questions

Nate Chappell

We found a machine in the woods called the Questionator 5000 which was evidently engineered to generate infinite very silly questions and Nate, Johnny, and Fin have dedicated their LIVES to answering them all one by one by one.

  1. MAR 6

    All That She Wants Is Another Baby

    If you got to make a new traffic sign, what would it be? If you were tasked with naming the new competitor to Bluetooth, what name would you pick? What Tom Cruise movie are you? SQ WEBLOG 003 Basically, I found a blog in the woods under a log covered in iridescent mushrooms. I ate the whole log and suddenly a dot matrix printout emerged from my mouth containing a story from my memory sack (look it up). This is the third one: I stood there in the park, my golden nokia phone hot in my sweaty hand. My breath trembled as I dialed Gina's number, backed out to the home screen, typed in the number, waited for a sign from god or really whomever, and hit send. She was tall and funny, and I was short and funny. We had so much in common. I mean 50% is pretty good if you think about it. I had drunk rum with her at a couple house parties and we had inside jokes. She called me Cabana Boy, and I'm not sure why. But I liked it. I'd never really just asked somebody out. I would usually just hang out and be charming until it happened or absolutely didn't. But it was time to try something new. It was time to become Cababna Man. The phone started to ring. It rang and rang. I realized I hadn't prepared a message! As I scrambled to pull something together, the ringing stopped. "...Hello?" It was her. "Hey it's Nate." I don't know what else I said, I think I was VERY direct and CHARMINGLY and UNAVOIDABLY awkward. But I know I asked her out, and she said yes. I spent the afternoon playing frisbee at the park, feeling confident about my new way of being in the world, confident, direct, unafraid. I was finally- The phone rang. "Hello?" It was Gina. "Hey Nate," she started. "I am REALLY sorry about this, but I was taking a nap when you called before. I was super confused and thought you were a different Nate I know." Damn, Gina. END TRANSMISSION

    30 min
  2. FEB 5

    THE MINI-BLOG IS HERE

    This week's questions: What's your favorite blog? What's your favorite gif? What's the best all time flash animation? SQ OOPS! ALL AUTISTIC TICKETS HERE! XOXO SQ WEBLOG 001 Basically, I found a blog in the woods under a log covered in iridescent mushrooms. I ate the whole log and suddenly a dot matrix printout emerged from my mouth containing a story from my memory sack (look it up). This is the first one: It was the late 90s, and my friend group - Saur, Sarn, and Sowle - had all moved to California to pursue their Hollywood dreams. I think I stayed behind because my name just didn't quite match. Oh well. I was still in Madison going to school, but I'd go out to visit once or twice a year and spend a couple weeks crashing on their couch. One time Sarn and I were playing frisbee on the beach in Santa Monica and we noticed two girls struggling in the waves. We looked to the lifeguard who was already headed in after somebody else. He and Sarn nodded at each other knowingly. We ran into the water in slow motion like Baywatch, but it was just because we were slow. Sarn pulled one of them in while the other tried to drown me. Then he came back and saved us. I mean, I gave her something to do while she waited for him, but it was mostly him. We got to shore and as we crawled out of the ocean (like our ancestors), they said nothing to us as, much like the undertow had done, their boyfriends came and swept them away. Sarn always said that the lifeguard looked over and gave him a proud nod to acknowledge our incredible deed, but I think he was probably just making sure we were going to make it. Sarn died recently in his sleep. His heart just couldn't take this harsh place. And I'm not sure what to take from this sudden Sarn-shaped hole in spacetime, but I'm going to try to think about how we can rescue each other a little more while we're here. I bet sometimes these will be funnier. Be excellent to each other. END OF TRANSMISSION

    30 min
5
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8 Ratings

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We found a machine in the woods called the Questionator 5000 which was evidently engineered to generate infinite very silly questions and Nate, Johnny, and Fin have dedicated their LIVES to answering them all one by one by one.