every few times - i run a load of laundry -

even though - i wash clothes every day -

and have the machine in my condo -

it seems a sock invariably dissapears -?

what theory explains this phenomenon?

oh they show up eventually somewhere down the line -

and on the odd odd blue moon are completely

never to be heard from again.... ! lol!

what is this?

is there some wild instinct within them to escape?

or are the timetravelers off to the dimension of

the universe to meet up with jabba the hut!
lol

ok sound off with sock stories - cause i am so careful

and yet - they go!

m

Mark,

I have wondered about that. I thought for a long time that the problem was my sock-thieving kids, so I bought 18 pairs of identical black socks. Didn't help.

Then I discovered the culprit. 4'9" nose to tail, 50 kilos, black and tan, very playful, and uncanny radar for socks!!!

I think there is also something built into socks that makes them transfer to another dimension as soon as we aren't looking. The moon isn't made of green cheese, it's made of socks.

Much love but sockless,
Larry

Well, I'm sure those odd socks are off with the pens and teaspoons.

It must be one great party, that's all I can say!

Mark,

I'm convinced after 49 years of observing this particular phenomenon, that there is a place somewhere in an alternate universe where these errant socks are all sitting around laughing at us, then on random days they all go out into the great unknown with the assignment of liberating another of their comrades. It's like the snowball effect. One of these days there will be more of them than there are of us and we will never see another sock ever in this life.

That's my theory, and I think I'm right. You just wait and see!

Wearing nothing on my feet but shoes,

John

Mark,

Next time one of those socks shows up, could you check and see if my car keys are there? Would appreciate it.

John

hehehahah

this is awesome!

I think they go into limbo, to emerge at exactly the point after which you have tossed the other sock into the garbage.

true - perhaps in that case - a lover's spat!

hehe

socks and dark energy - now there's a concept -

maybe someone should call steven hawking

a theory of everthing ---?
oh steven....have you touched on this babe?

Maybe there are antimatter socks that are drawn to the gravitational vortex created by the spin cycle? These "anti-socks" cancel out the "real" socks.

That would explain all the static in my laundry!

mm - interesting - possible -

also there is the string theory -

maybe an ocassional string catches on -

and it's like a dimensional clothes line - oh my!

lol
yuck -

hehe

or maybe "Lamb-Chop" is the Harriet Tubman of sockdome -

and she leads her people to freedom!!!

OMG that is crackers!!!

lol

Now that's just silly. Everyone knows Lambchop is a Nazi commie mind control agent. Maybe she just got to you.

Jeez, a lost-socks thread that's gone political. What next?

Much love,
Larry

Ever notice how the sock left behind is the one with holes in it? I think there's something to that.

holy socks?

perhaps it's the evil one that's escaped!

ok now it's religious!

LOL!

Wait a minute. Missing socks are evil? Lambchop is a missing sock!

I'm not going anywhere near my laundry without a Louisville Slugger in my hand.

i don't know what this implies -
but dark matter can't be seen

and now only the holy socks can be

this is most disconcerting.....

i think there is a karen black movie on this...

yikes!

happy halloween!

sorry red wine ...

i think it's dark energy .nm

Reminds me of some sock phrases:

(1) Sock it to me
(2) Knock your socks off
(3) Put a sock in it

Think of any others?

methinks a sock goes in me.


but we could always dance!

a sock hop eh?



let's go!!!!!!

but why are they hopping?

- tis they have but only ......


one sock !

ok i need to drink more-

Could it be they are hopping because they are.....hopping mad? Which makes me think of other "hops":

(1) hop to it
(2) Hop on Pop (great Dr. Seuss book)
(3) At the hop
(4) Sock hop
(5) hopping up and down
(6) Hop Sing (the cook from Bonanza)

my theory is that the socks disintegrate in the dryer, and stick to the insides of t-shirts. once they are on the t-shirts they magically reappear in belly button lint! (which I'm sure could be a whole other thread on its own!)

this is a complex theory that solves 2 mysteries that have plagued mankind for centuries!!
(or at least as long as man has worn socks!)


-cpt.

The sock theory mystified me for decades before I found the solution which is pretty easy.
It is rooted in murphys law.

It goes like this; if you throw something out, you will soon find a job that you needed what you had thrown out to do.

If you collect all the odd socks, keep them for months then throw them out in despair, the very next day the other odd socks will appear before your very eyes.

ste

they must be stopped.

Back at the beginning I asked "what's next". I should have put a sock in it.

L.

The other theory, is that 50% of them hate the smell of my feet

ste

Ste,

In your pic on the Images Forum I can already see part of your answer.....a DOG!!!!!

In our house Bruno's rule is that any sock lying unprotected, especially if unpaired, belongs to HIM.

Much love,
Larry

Larry,

I do believe on a cold night they have the ability to roll themselves into a ball.

Definitely an advanced move, this involves one sock being rolled into a ball and totally concealed within the toe of its partner.

Human observers rarely even notice this kind of coupling, and only ever become aware of it when attempting to put the sock on.

On hearing the cry "hey, there's another sock in here!", it is said that socks can occasionally be heard to giggle.

Odd as it may seem, a few socks get their woolly kicks such activities as being chewed by pets, trampled into the bedroom floor, or used as makeshift coffee filters in dodgy cafes.

So think twice before wresting your sock away from Fido's slavering maw. You never know, it might be having fun...

A more cosy-looking hybrid form is the so-called slipper sock, a favourite around Christmas time with dull aunties with chill-related paranoid tendencies.

Contrary to expectations, however, these are not actually the natural children of the union between slippers and socks.

Rather, they were a by-product of the early days of genetic engineering, when a group of scientists, pissed beyond reason at a Christmas party, thought it would be a wheeze to cross a normal house-sock with a Pirelli tyre.

Other results of that evening's surreal work included the Fiat Panda, a cross between a car and a shoebox, and the Celine Dion, a cross between a singer and a pile of shite.

Oooops!!!!

Ste-

A thoughtful, wise, and thought-provoking post. I can only add my observation that ALL socks are potentially slippers because they do, indeed, slip out of existence when one's attention is diverted. (Now why is it they never do it when you're watching?)

John

John,

the sock theory went right out of fashion, just after I fell off my dinosaur laughing at old jokes

Why worry about them?
As long as they find a good home, or come scurrying back to the safety they have known.

I was just worrying why? New socks tend to not follow old socks.

ste