What the Hell Is This Place?
You know that moment at 3 AM when you’re deep in the internet trenches and stumble across a question so spectacularly stupid that you momentarily question the future of our species? Like “Can you mail a coconut without a box?” or “How many pigeons would it take to lift a person?”
Yeah. We answer those. With science.
stupidshit.blog is what happens when you give unlimited research capabilities to people who think the dumbest questions on the internet deserve the most serious answers possible. We’re talking 100-150 pages of data that could choke a grad student. We’re talking full-blown PhD dissertations with methodology sections, peer-reviewed sources, and footnotes that have footnotes. We’re talking the kind of academic rigor that makes tenure committees nervous.
And then we take all that beautiful, ridiculous research and turn it into a blog post that’ll make you snort-laugh at your desk.
Our Process (It’s Unhinged)
This isn’t some bullshit “let me Google that for you” operation. This is weapons-grade overthinking:
- We hunt down the internet’s dumbest questions like they’re exotic game animals
- We unleash AI-coordinated deep research that would make a team of grad students quit academia
- We compile 100-150 pages of raw data and yes, we post every fucking page because transparency or whatever
- We write a complete PhD-level dissertation with citations, literature reviews, and probably some statistical models that weren’t strictly necessary
- We translate it into a blog post that your non-academic friends might actually read, heavily seasoned with sarcasm and existential dread
What to Expect
Every goddamn day at 12:00 PM Eastern Time, we drop a new masterpiece of absurdity. That’s noon. Like clockwork. Like we’re the stupid question postal service.
One question. One exhaustive deep dive. One dissertation that could technically be submitted to a university (please don’t try this). One blog post that answers the question while also making you question your life choices.
Why Are We Doing This?
Because the internet is filling up with stupid shit at an alarming rate, and if we don’t start answering these questions properly, the whole damn thing is going to overflow like a backed-up toilet at a Taco Bell.
Every second of every day, someone asks a question so dumb it makes angels weep. These questions just accumulate in the digital ether, unanswered or poorly answered, piling up like intellectual sewage. We’re the plumbers. We’re here to snake this drain before the entire internet backs up into your living room.
Also—and this cannot be overstated—it’s absolutely fucking hilarious to deploy PhD-level research methodology to answer questions like “What if we replaced all the water in the ocean with Gatorade?” or “Could a T-Rex eat Corn on the Cob?”
The academic establishment has been hoarding all this research power for “important” questions. We’re redistributing it to the people. The stupid people. With stupid questions.
The Sacred Daily Ritual
Noon Eastern. Every day. No exceptions.
Set an alarm. Tell your boss it’s a medical condition. Fake a meeting. We don’t care how you do it, but when that clock strikes 12:00 PM EST, we’re going live with another deep dive into humanity’s most pressing non-issues.
Miss a day and you might miss us definitively proving whether you could survive falling into a ball pit from terminal velocity. Or calculating the exact GDP impact if everyone really did “just follow their dreams.” Or determining the structural integrity of a house made entirely of Spam.
These are the questions keeping zero scientists up at night. Until now.
Join Us in This Beautiful Disaster
Bookmark us. Subscribe. Tattoo our URL on your body (actually don’t do that).
Every day at noon, Eastern Time: New stupid question. New excessive research. New reason to simultaneously love and fear what the internet has become.
Welcome to stupidshit.blog.
Where no question is too stupid to answer with more effort than it deserves.
Got a stupid question that desperately needs a 150-page research report and a dissertation? We’re always hunting for our next victim. The dumber, the better. The more it makes actual researchers cry, the more we want it.
