I wasn’t worried when my neighbors started their massive bonfire. But now they’re shooting off fireworks, and I’d just as soon the evil spirits they’re obviously trying to scare away don’t come this way.
Look in thy heart…
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
— Sir Philip Sidney
(My Muse was apparently channeling Mr. T.)
Not all trans fats are created equal
In light of the recent news about bacon, sausage, preserved and cured meat, and red meat …
For decades, it was EGGS ARE BAD AND THEY’RE GOING TO KILL YOU EAT ONE, MAYBE TWO A WEEK MAX.
And my name isn’t even Max.
Now, it’s * oh maybe we were not exactly 100% accurate on that and you can eat eggs in moderation *
Same with butter. BUTTER IS BAD AND IT’S GOING TO KILL YOU. EAT MARGARINE. Then it was DON’T EAT MARGARINE OH GOD NO THOSE TRANSFATS OH THE HUMANITY.
FAT IS BAD. EXCEPT, THEY’RE SUBBING SUGAR AND CORN SYRUP IN. OK MAYBE SOME FATS AREN’T AS BAD AS THE SUBSTITUTES.
Transfats are still on the bad list. At the moment. Except, as it turns out, not all transfats are equally risky…
The hour returns…
OK, so early next Sunday morning, we are bringing BACK an hour from the great beyond. So where did that hour COME from? Was it the hour that mysteriously disappeared last spring? Does anyone know where it’s been between then and now? Do we know what – or who – it’s bringing back with it?
Kickoff!
Just heard a fine mixed metaphor in sports news on the radio. They reported that the ALCS series was going to kick off today.
Uh… uh…
Should you encounter a mad scientist…
When the mad scientist caught me in his shrinking ray, I tried my hardest to remember the quote by Maya Angelou:
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”
The necessity of repairs
Opportunity wouldn’t have to knock if only I’d fixed the doorbell.
The banquet beer!
Every time I see the ad about Coors being the Banquet Beer, I think, next time I get a Banquet frozen dinner, I need to remember the Coors.
I don’t think this is what Coors had in mind, though.
Liminal
So I go to bed in September
I wake up
It’s cool out
Leaves have changed color
(Some are down)
You’d think it was Octob…
HEY. WAIT A MINUTE.
Cat-assisted entropy
“So THAT’S where that went!” I said, pulling the Scotch tape dispenser out of the sock drawer after the cats did some redecorating.