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This is kind of a weird/random question, but I feel the need to ask anyway.

Let's say, hypothetically, someone drove a car straight through the wall of a public building. Besides obvious damage to that part of the building and the car, nobody is hurt or killed. And the driver wasn't intoxicated, just (to put it mildly) angry. What would that person be charged with and what would be the maximum and minimum penalties?

Please answer with something more specific than "It depends". Thanks in advance.

Tell me about a time when you've had a conversation like this:

You: God, I can't stand (Whoever). She needs to just die in a fire already.

Person You're B****ing To: Yeah. That's my wife and the mother of my children.

You: ...Oh.

Don't you hate it when that happens?

I admit to being pretty ignorant when it comes to the Khmer Rouge, but I have, I guess, a layman's understanding of it (I've seen The Killing Fields twice). Anyway, I was listening to Cambodian music from the 60s and a couple of the artists I read about were said to be put to death by the Khmer Rouge along with many other musicians and artists. Why were they targeted specifically?

I was thinking about how German-speakers capitalize their nouns and somehow that led me to thinking about capitalization in English and then this occurred to me:

If I were to call something like "Hey, girl (Girl?)!" and addressing someone in particular would it be correct if I capitalized the g or no? Does it matter? Even though that's not her proper name (though, with the weird crap people name their kids these days, who knows?) I'm using "girl" as if it was. That's why it seems necessary to capitalize it to me, but I honestly don't know for sure.

A relative of my went through surgery recently and I supposed she was probably getting shots of Demerol for her pain. That line of thought got me wondering what Demerol must feel like. I've read anecdotes of people post-surgery who basically act like its the most magical thing ever.

Anyway, I thought I was pretty up on my drug knowledge, but I am ignorant when it comes to Demerol. Do its effects bear any similarity to how Vicodin or codeine's? Can it be prescribed? I'm not asking because I'm interested in using it recreationally, I'm just curious.

Like I said, silly, but I figured "Why not? Maybe I'll get some amusing answers out of this."

Let's say you are spending a quiet evening at home. You're tired from school/work/etc. and just want to relax. All of a sudden, there's a frantic rapping at your door. You answer it and it's a close friend of yours (pick whoever), looking disheveled and kind of psychotic. You're about to ask what the hell is going on when your friend blurts: "(Your name), we /have/ to go to the moon. NOW."

He/she is dead serious. You think that perhaps they're under the influence of something, but besides the slightly wild appearance and being overexcited, nothing really indicates that.

What would you do?

I was browsing the iTunes store. Aside from the crappily done tagging, the iTunes store has this weird habit of randomly censoring dirty words with asterisks (what you'd expect: the four-letter club, alternative terms for "penis" and "vagina", etc.); even words that I personally don't consider "dirty", like incest or sodomy (not that they aren't unpleasant terms, but still) while leaving other song titles with the same expletives intact.

Anyway, I came across a song title that I couldn't figure out. It's probably very obvious and I will more than likely feel like an idiot afterward, but I need it spelled out for me:

"I'm a Wop Jock, a W*****k Wasp"

Like, a thought that just seemed to come out of nowhere and didn't have time to go through your logic/is that offensive? filter. The kind that you don't even realize you said out loud.

Mine: I was listening to some crappy Irish music (don't get me wrong, I like some Irish music whether it's the traditional kind or punk, but this stuff sucked). I groaned and said "God, no wonder the IRA happened."

Okay, the scenario I'm going to provide is kind of convoluted and something straight out of a soap opera, but hey, weirder crap has happened in real life, right?

Hypothetically: You're still living with family or they otherwise have a certain degree of control over your life. You've fallen in love with someone that they don't approve of. There's nothing actually wrong with the person per se, but for whatever reason your family just does not like him/her. This is assuming you at least somewhat care what they think, though you continue on with the relationship anyway.

So, everything is going all right when you get into an accident (of your choosing) that causes you to lose, say, a year of your life (before you met your SO). Your family decides to relocate to Denmark (or, if you already live in Denmark, somewhere else) and basically wipe out one year of your life. You're pretty much forced to start off anew.

The plot thickens. The person that you have no memory of being in a relationship with resurfaces somehow. Maybe you bumped into each other at Starbucks or he/she found your Facebook. Whatever. This person is able to prove without a doubt that you were happily together. Naturally, this is startling news. Then you put two and two together and realize what your family has done.

Question: Would you ever be able to forgive them?

Or is that an old wives tale? How else do you handle a hysterical person?

Like a lot of people, "Winnie the Pooh" was part of my childhood. I didn't really read the books, but I loved the animated series. My fondness for Pooh didn't really carry into my adulthood (I'm twenty now) like it has for some, but I still remember my favorite characters and look back on it with nice memories.

Anyway, I was thinking about kid shows today for some reason and I wondered why so many people liked Eeyore best. He seemed/seems to be the most popular aside from Pooh and Piglet. I always found him depressing; a real Debbie Downer who, let's face it, could use some donkey Prozac. I much preferred Kanga, Owl, and even Rabbit (sure he was a crotchety bastard, but even he seemed to believe that life was worth living).

If Eeyore is your favorite character, why?

For me it's the Butthole Surfers.

Whether for school or for pleasure, what was the last book that you read that you honestly enjoyed. What was it and what made it so great?

I know most people probably couldn't care less about the Academy Awards, but for some reason I still do. Probably because I plan on becoming a film historian. Here are what I consider big upsets:

1993 - When Tom Hanks' performance in Philadelphia beat out Liam Neeson's in Schindler's List. I sympathized with Hanks' character and, any other year, I probably would have been okay with the winning, but Neeson's performance was superior and it still brings me to tears every time.

1998 - Shakespeare in Love winning Best Picture. REALLY?

For awhile I've been somewhat fascinated with the story of Hero and Leander (if you're not familiar with it, look it up on Wikipedia). It just seemed wonderfully and unrealistically romantic; Leander swimming across a strait, no matter the weather, to be with Hero. And, of course, the ending is pretty sad. However, when I was looking the story up through Google Books I came across a certain one that talks about "fatal attachments" (basically, when somebody factors into another's decision to commit suicide or otherwise get themselves killed) and how the love between Hero and Leander was one-sided. Leander cared much more for Hero than she did he and she was only fascinated by his devotion to her. Then, when it gets old, she lets the light that guides him go out and he drowns so she doesn't have to deal with him anymore. When she realizes what she's done, she feels deep remorse and kills herself.

I know, TL;DR, but do you think maybe the author was just reading too much into the old story? What do you think about psychoanalyzing things like myths, fairy tales, etc.? Do they make valid points?

I know this has been brought up time and time again, but what better place to rehash than Yahoo! Answers?

This question popped in my mind while answering another question. Why is being called a female when you're a male an insult? When guys are sensitive or scared they're considered "p***ies" or "sissies". And if they fail at some sport it's always "You throw like a girl!" or "My grandma/baby sister/paraplegic mother could catch better than that!". Being accused of having "feminine" traits seems to be the highest form of insult for a guy, except for maybe being accused of being gay (which usually coincides with being "feminine" anyway).

And yet, when females show they're capable at something that's usually considered a "male" thing, they're congratulated for being equal to men. I guess what I'm really asking is, why is being a female or "feminine" considered such a horrible, offensive thing?

When I burn or download songs I aim for ones with at least 128 kbps (that seems to be the average) and will go higher if possible because I understand that the amount of kbps has to do with the sound quality. And it obviously stands for something like "kilobytes per second". Could somebody explain how a higher amount of kbps indicates better sound quality in the simplest terms possible?

I was just wondering if anyone knew of any good books about mental illness and how it was treated, stigmatized, etc. before the 1950s. I'd especially like ones about women and mental illness in the Victorian era.

A lot of families lived in one-room houses back in those days. Most families seemed to have multiple children so obviously there was a lot of sex. Did the parents just tell the kids to go play outside? Have them stay next door? Did it really quietly? Hope they didn't understand what was going on? What?

And embrace the future? It's just, I feel like my life's passing me by and it pains me to think that what I love now will be a distant memory soon enough. It's just got me really down. Any suggestions?