A Black Hole Ate My Socks!

Or so some really smart guys are actually saying!

The question was posed recently at a science-fiction and fantasy convention in Spokane, Wash., where a panel of theorists got together and pondered some of life’s great mysteries:  Where do the missing socks from the dryer actually go?

My theory was always that an angry god bent on destroying the twisted catharsis I get from doing laundry was smiting my socks from afar.  But it appears that the real story might actually be weirder.  Ok, well {more. . .)