I Have No Idea....
...why people seem to direct information to me outside my area of expertise and responsibility. Without getting in to specifics, writers at my company have a ton of legal challenges to face due to the nature of our business, and have to be very careful about how we word things. As an artist, I just have to make sure everything is visually appealing to our audience. But there's been an increasing trend of multiple people looking to me during meetings while explaining what has to be written, often some technical strategy behind a particular effort. I'll sense the eyes upon me, and kind of look in the direction of my writer or my supervisors, my body language trying to convey, “What are you telling me for? I'm just the dumb artist.” I think part of the problem may be the way I quietly nod during meetings and act like I understand what everyone is talking about. That's going to backfire someday.
...where Supernatural will be going with their next season. This was originally supposed to be the final one, and having Lucifer himself walk the Earth while the brothers faced increased demon activity, corrupt angels, and even the four horsemen of the apocalypse seemed to be as much of an endgame as one could hope for with the series. But they got renewed for another year, and if they do manage to defeat the biggest big bad of all in the next 3 weeks, next season could be kind of a step down. They did introduce pagan gods in a recent episode, so maybe they'll have to deal with other pantheons.
...why I'm such an idiot savant. For all the things that are intuitive to me, whether it be solving problems with math or just instinctively understanding software, I do my share of dumb things and my math has yet to translate into personal gain or home ownership. I suppose things could be worse and I could be an idiot idiot, but why can't I be a savant savant instead?
...why I feel so tired. It's been a busy week, but I rose to the challenge in the face of crisis at work and met all my deadlines. There was one day I came to work an hour early, and practically locked myself in my office for 12 hours until everything was done. I only made it to the gym once this week, and still my ankle was killing me after my run. I hope I don't have to permanently switch to low impact exercise; my metabolism couldn't handle it. I might have to....diet. And without things like radioactive chips, my life would lack the required flavor of enjoyment.
...what else I have no idea about.