Sorry for the lapse.
I haven’t had time to post.
So here’s a haiku?
Also, the last of the three CFL bulbs I had in my master bathroom died last night (with a nasty pop). Something started to small like burning electronics a while before and I didn’t realize what it was until the light burnt out. I was worried at first that it was coming from the vents, and the last thing I need is another episode of not being able to use air conditioning because of it flinging bad smells throughout the house.
Anyway, all three of these bulbs went out within the last three months or so (though the others didn’t scorch), so none of them even lasted three years (so many threes!). I thought these things were suppose to last longer than incandescent bulbs…
I replaced them with some LED ones I had on hand, which I guess are better anyway, but these particular CFLs were nice – 1600 lumen 6500K ones (very bright, super white). I’ll have to see if I can find LEDs in such a configuration.
Just another normal day, shopping for Normal Things at Rosauers.
Oh, nothing to see here. Just a perfectly normal box of penne and ch–
…what in the unholy $%&# is chreese!?
I feel like whoever titled this product’s mouth melted in the midst of saying it, and no one bothered to question it. I mean, surely, they thought, surely, an actual human being, living here in this reality, speaking this very language, meant make the sound “chreese” on purpose.
Apparently, some time between my recent visit to Cold Stone and the last time before that, there was a period where they did not serve cookie dough as a topping. Which on one hand is a shame, since I pretty much always get cookie dough as a topping there (yes, yes, judge away), but on the other, could just mean that I have good timing when it comes to ice cream.
I almost took this seemingly reasonable and informative sign in stride until I noticed the hilariously unnecessary use of the word ‘ultimate’. It’s as though the sign-writer got most of the way through the sign before suddenly realizing that it was wasting the opportunity to remind everyone of how amazing and hardcore ice cream is, and so hurriedly applied an arbitrary buzzword to something mundane and called it a day.
So there I am, awkwardly cracking up in the ice cream line in a pretty ultimate way. You know how it is.
It should likely come as no surprise that I am a stuffy proponent of the serial comma (often nicknamed the “Oxford comma”), where a comma is placed before the conjunction and final item in a written list, as when there are multiple ways to do something in language, I generally endorse the one that’s less prone to ambiguity.
Typically, it’s little more than a stylistic preference, but as one dairy company found out a couple months back, this sort or ambiguity can have costly ramifications: