Flesh, meet bones

I just read a piece of writing which read, in part, “her flesh hugged her bones.”

And I thought, dear God, I hope so.

It’s 4 a.m. Now I am imagining her flesh having its differences with her bones and deciding to go off on its own.

But that would be a very different story than this one was.

Norm!

There’s a new show on CBS called Scorpion. The ad has a line to the effect that “I assembled a team of the most brilliant people in the world. Not necessarily the most normal.”

Uh… dude? If they’re the most brilliant people in the world, BY definition they’re not the most normal. This is true of any group defined by a characteristic of being at an extreme. By that very fact, they are REMOVED from the norm.

A group of geniuses? Not normal.
A group of Olympic athletes? Not normal.
A group of billionaires? Not normal.

It’s a stupid line to use in promoting a show about a team of brilliant people, and thus it undercuts the very premise of the show.

Suddenly… SALAD!

I went to the store today and on the shelves was a product called Suddenly Salad.

I don’t know if I like the sound of that. It could be apocalyptic.

I am imagining the bloody, stunned survivors. They never saw it coming. They never suspected a thing.

“I was just standing there, minding my own business, and then.. suddenly, salad! Salad everywhere! Tossed, chopped! Smothered in croutons! Oh, the greenery!”