Blogging and waiting for midnight

That's when I can start the marathon of watering. Friday is the day in my little suburban neighborhood, and since I will be at school most of the day, I've got to stay up late to get at least the minimum amount of moisture in this black clay shit which pretends to be soil. It did rain this week--twice actually--so that was a nice surprise.

I've had a question (or maybe it's an answer) that's been on my mind for some time now, but I haven't been able to determine any appropriate or humorous comments which can be applied. Please help. It seems like it has the chance to be really funny, but I (along with various colleagues) have been stumped. Here's the quote, seen on a bumper sticker while driving down Interstate 30 in East Texas:

"Jesus is the Answer"

Naturally, the first thing I thought was: Well, if Jesus is the answer, then what is the fucking question? Thinking there would be a multitude of humorous and possibly blasphemous questions, I have kept this thought with me.
But I've been unable to come up with anything. Perhaps I've crossed the line too many times and TGLJC has shut down my ability to conjure blasphemy. Or maybe I should give up and enter the priesthood. Or maybe it's just impossible. Any comments about this would be greatly appreciated.

There have been a couple of people who aren't terribly excited about eh upcoming semester, namely T. I share his sentiments for many of the same reasons--and even have a few of my own which make me a bit disgruntled at the thought of being back in the flow of grad school life.
Good: the faculty parking sticker has been purchased.
Bad: My fundage is going to be seriously low until the first check arrives in October.
Good: I got a $2000 grant from the state and was recently awarded a $3000 "Pride" scholarship for the upcoming year (both were unexpected, but welcome surprises).
Bad: I'm still going deeper in the hole with another $9000 in student loans.
Good: I'm going to be off work every Friday, and most of the day Mondays and Wednesdays
Bad: I have to work.

I'm going to stop now, water the yard, and chill. Most of the night, I've been reading a condensed version of Samuel Richardson's Clarissa, a novel I find to be entertaining if you're into 18th century epistolary works. But then again, who isn't?


A true man of letters:
Instead of growing hair, I think I'll look into a powdered wig. Perhaps that would go over well the first day of teaching Eng 101 in the fall?