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Bulbs and Whoops

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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.

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Falling Waffle

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A waffle falling from the sky
Convinced a bee that it could fly.
It couldn’t, though, and you know why?
The syrup weighed it down.

The bee decided she would save
The waffle from an early grave,
So down she flew with haste and gave
A shout to raise the town.

A nearby man held up a plate
To circumvent the waffle’s fate,
But once it landed, safe, he ate
The breakfast with a smirk.

“How could you!?” cried the bee, appalled,
Then buzzed off to the clouds and bawled.
The man let out a belch and drawled,
“I guess I’m just a jerk.”

 

Bene scribete.

Peanut Butter

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Crunchy, creamy, hue of wood.
Salty, spready, really good.
Mash those peanuts to a paste.
Smear it on – enjoy the taste!

 

Peanut butter is really good.  Not exactly really good for you, though.

So you’ll find certain brands sold with certain key factors reduced or removed to mitigate the guilt – sodium free, sugar free, even fat free.

Until a couple days ago, however, I would not have expected to encounter an utterly, indigestibly calorie free peanut butter.

 

Peanut terror

*Contains Trace Calories

 

There’s something mildly creepy about the notion of eating something as rich as peanut butter (or an approximation thereof) that’s so dietarily insubstantial that your body doesn’t derive any energy from it.  I mean, it’s technically not even food at that point.  (>^-‘)>

…

…

…O.K., yeah, I’d probably try it, though.

 

Bene edite.

Happy Old Year

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Snowflakes

 

The year’s about to call it quits,
Along with all the romp and fest,
And Santa Claus is chuffed to bits
To have eleven months of rest.

 

Hope everyone had as wonderful a Christmas as could be!  The new year is upon us, but hey, don’t count this one out just yet – there are still several days left in 2014!

So do something awesome before Thursday rolls around.  Something big, something memorable – something you can look back on and say you accomplished in 2014, even as its final moments slipped through your fingers like a greased-up ribbon in a strong breeze.  After all, being able to say you did that one thing that one time is what it’s all about, right?

Well, what is it?  What’s the thing?

See you in 2015.  (>^-‘)>

 

Bene scribete.

Banana Chair

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A bananananana chair

Banana chair, banana chair,
Are you a fruit or seat?
On second thought, I shouldn’t care,
Since both are pretty neat.

 

I’ve had these chairs for a long time.  They’re tops.  I was wanting to get some more of them, but the company that made them seems to be spending these days not existing.

Bad times.

There’s a lot of cheapy little immitation floor rockers out there, but they’re just not the same, you know?

I must find a suitable successor.  One with comfort and class.

Bananas are really good.

 

Bene scribete.

Bottles

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Bunch of bottles

A bottle of anger,
Bottle of stew.
A bottle for me
And a bottle for you.

A bottle of danger,
Bottle of joy.
A bottle to keep,
And then one to destroy.

A bottle of stranger,
Bottle of friend.
A bottle to start
And a bottle to end.

A bottle of languor,
Bottle of time.
And an elephant.
You can’t put everything in a bottle.

 

Bene scribete.