You know what:
I admire slinkys for their determination to get down the stairs and their overall slinkiness.
When you have a fire, you hear whooshing sounds. This is because the fire is using up oxygen in the air and the air is rushing in to the empty space. There is no air in outer space. So when a spaceship goes into space and opens to let something out (or explodes), the air from inside rushes out to fill in all the empty spaces. Because space goes on forever, do the air molecules never stop moving? As they move they get farther and farther apart. If you think about it, there could be an Earth air molecule somewhere out in the farther reaches of the universe. If it were possible for one of these air molecules to get onto an alien planet somehow, and those aliens had higher technology, could they recognize an alien molecule and learn about us? If there are infinite amount of galaxys then couldn't there be lots of other spacecraft that did the same, so there could possibly be air molecules from countless other planets all around our own! Or not.
Signs you could be an artist: unorganized/messy, attentive to detail, good at math (maybe)(would include-proporsions, angles, curves, other, etc.), inability to focus, restless, creative, thoughts are always wizzing around your head, quiet, stare off into space often, take appreciation in things, etc.
There will always, always, be another banana. Actually, I just like typing banana. BANANA. Banana. banana.
I like the word SPONTANEOUS!