this afternoon has been hanging on a big frosty question

another mythical being has entered Rudy's conscience and perturbed him in a way that is difficult to satisfy

who is Jack Frost?
where does he live?
how big is he?
how does he touch things with frost?
does Jack Frost have frosty fingers?
does Jack Frost ever get called Frosty?
do the Great Whites get touched by Jack Frost?
what's maths?

etc
etc

Anyway, I inevitably find myself answering all sorts of questions about the aforementioned Mr Frost: sucked into a never ending void of icy interrogation.

Until.
I remember.
He's not real.

But, if you are not convinced, this is apparently what JF looks like. Kind of how I felt today.