Dear Daisy,
How many inches do you think are in 27 mi.
from,
garry

Dear Garry,
According to the scale on my map, one inch is 2.4 miles. Lemme launch the desktop calculator here and do some figurin': 27... divide... 2.4... carry the one... convert to base 16... divide that by pi squared and add the circumference of your right ring finger... that makes 11.25 inches in 27 miles. Don't laugh. Maps don't lie.

Dear Daisy,
I was wondering how a very smart person can be made, I mean what is the best thing you can tell me about what methods are right for being smart I mean seriously we are so dominated by computers, television and the media that our minds are being bombarded with so much stimuli that it is enough to make you go crazy, so I don't expect a simple answer here this question is serious and a smart person is made I guess the only way to be one is study like a dog, and stress out until you max and can't take it anymore. E-mail if possible please??

Dear intelligence-wondering-fellow,
Is a person who's smart thought of as intelligent, wise or both? We all know how to gain knowledge but how does one gain wisdom? Does one learn more by gorging themselves or fasting? Are intelligent decisions made with caution or in haste? Can an already full glass of water be filled any further? Can a person learn a lesson if they aren't ready or interested in learning? How do you know I exist? How can you tell if anything around you exists? How do you know you exist? This is so deep, has anyone got a sandwich?

Dear Daisy,
You seem like a pretty enlightened kind of fello, so could you help me? I seem to have trouble getting on the right side of my bank. How do you suggest I go about convincing them of my worth, apart that is from the obvious.
P.S. Confidence tricks will be accepted.

Dear not-on-the-good-side-of-the-banking-system-guy,
Thanks for the compliment, even though I'm a Drag Queen. Maybe it's not you but your bank. Maybe you two just weren't meant to be. Maybe it was your different priorities. They just didn't have the time for you. They weren't willing to make it work for the two of you. They weren't willing to uphold their side of the bargain. It's time to move on. There are plenty of banks in the ocean.

Daisy!
My troll dolls keep looking at me. Make them stop.
Rusty

My wonderfully paranoid friend Rusty,
Are those dolls really looking at you or is it the government mind control satellites causing you to think they're looking? Maybe it's something in the water, or microwaves being beamed into your room. Maybe at night they come to you in your sleep and plant the memory of these peering trolls deep into your subconscious. You never know, Rusty. They might work for Santa because he must have some way to know whether you're naughty or nice (or both). Maybe they're the ones who are going through your underwear drawer when you're away at class. You know it always looks like someone's been through your things while you were away. Nothing is ever quite the way you left it.
But then again, you might just be imagining things.

Dear Daisy,
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Tiara

Dear Tiara,
I suppose at one time (for the non-creationists reading this) there wasn't anything really like a chicken, but it's something which evolved into what we know today as a chicken. And while this not-quite-chicken creature probably laid eggs, it was the chicken and not the egg which struggled with the whole survival of the fittest thing. Or a least long enough to evolve into the chicken we know today. Since there's no clear point when chickens appeared in nature, it's difficult to say when the modern chicken clucked it's first cluck. Unless you go directly to God because he created this whole mess, I'm sure we'd be asking more pressing questions of him than "Which came first?"