Bulbs and Whoops

cflbulb

 

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.

Dang, I’m boring.

 

Bene vīvite.

The Flavor of Football

It probably tastes O.K.

Good Taste Restaurant.
Come on in and eat some food.
You’ll like how it tastes.

 

Who needs to spend all of that effort coming up with a catchy, memorable name?  Who has the time and mental capacity to remember some hip, catchy moniker that probably doesn’t even remotely suggest what’s being sold?

No, these folks know that when it comes to food, what you care about is taste.  And when it comes to taste, you want good taste.

No funny business.  No guessing games.  Just taste.  At a restaurant.  That’s good.

And you know that such keen insight into the needs of their customers wouldn’t mean much if they didn’t know what was popular here in the States, so go ahead and stop on by to enjoy the Super Bowl.

 

It's so super

 

Bene edite.

Frown Circles

Berry Oreos

Berry Oreos
Seem like a tasty notion.
This is not the case.

 

I like different flavored Oreos (mint, chocolate, peanut butter – they’re all great).  Raspberry and chocolate together are kind of fantastic.  So a raspberry oreo seems like a winning combination, right?

Nabisco disagrees.  Instead, they figure a hypersweet powdery paste of Trix and Cap’n Crunch berries between Oreo wafers would be a better idea.

It is not.  Just so you know.

 

Bene edite.

Public Service Announcement: “Goldfish Mac & Cheese”

Goldfish "Mac & Cheese" display at Wal*Mart

Goldfish Mac & Cheese?
Beware, my friends – it’s a trap;
Sadness lives in here.

 

I suppose I should start by saying that I’m not a big fan of dry-box macaroni and cheese (really, Stouffer’s frozen stuff is the only pre-made kind of any sort I find to be worthwhile).  The other day at the grocery, however, I saw that Pepperidge Farm had decided to throw its hat into the game, and at that very moment I was apparently hungry enough to think, “Hey, Pepperidge Farm makes some really good stuff (mmm, Milanos), so this might actually be decent!”  It was a long day, and Goldfish Crackers in creamy pasta-y form sounded kind of good, all right?

…stop judging me.  (>^-‘)>

Anyway, I was feeling adventurous enough to try the “pizza” kind, so I whipped up a batch thereof.  The smell…was frightening.

And then…and then I tasted it.

Now, I don’t know in whose mind this substance could taste like pizza.  Or cheese.  Or food, for that matter.  No, the flavor was more akin to dark, tangy, bitter misery.  To wit, if you were to subtractively combine Top Ramen with Totino’s party pizzas, this would taste cheaper still.  I tried to drown it out with pepper and garlic, but even so I was only able to stomach a few bites before throwing the rest away – something I am typically loath to do with any food, no matter how inexpensive.

But as those few bites sat upon my tongue, I found myself wondering who “Goldfish Mac & Cheese” could possibly be for, as I was unable to imagine any person who would simultaneously actually exist and enjoy its taste.  Even if I were to expand my consideration to theoretical people, and the basis for one such theoretical person (from which all other characteristics were derived) proposes that he is someone who would enjoy “Goldfish Mac & Cheese”, I can only conclude that he would also hate it.  It just made me angry at food in general for the rest of the day.

So I guess all I’m really trying to say is that, if you happen to find yourself in a position where you might consider putting Pepperidge Farm’s “Goldfish Mac & Cheese” into your body, well, you’ve just got to not do it, that’s all.

 

Bene scribete.