Half-Vast Ideas III : Return of the Last Ultimatum

 

I've guaranteed the success of my third post in the series with its name. If you look at successful trilogies and their names, the top 7 have been honored here. (Noting that several trilogies had no subtitle, like the Godfather trilogy.)

 

 

I write down snippets as I go along and often I put lots of these abnormal thoughts together because alone they aren't enough to be an entire post. My ideas don't get written down so they can mature, they really 'immature!'

 

In that spirit, I have multiple things of note this week, completely unrelated to each other, but I work hard for you to blend otherwise unblended items, like a pickle and peanut butter smoothie.

 

YUMMMMM!

 

Speaking of yum, Chick-Fil-A introduced their own version of Spicy Chicken to the world a few months ago. As with most things Chick, this is a quality product that excites my senses and together with some waffle fries makes my day better.

I would, however, caution them to be a bit more diligent in labeling as the box disturbed me upon opening.

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Actual conversation in my car on Shaggy's birthday...

Shaggy: so and so is color blind
NumbChuck (Shaggy's friend): yeah she can't see fluorescent colors and purple looks blue
Shaggy: I know what I'm wearing to school, all fluorescent colors!
Me: You DO know that doesn't make you invisible to her, right?

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I was in the supermarket here in town and I was treated to some of the worst use of vocabulary and grammar ever. I've dealt with some of my pet peeves already such as the use of the word "broke" instead of "broken" but far more offensive is the following dialog that occurred as I was standing in front of the credit card machine...

Front End Supervisor: {to cashier whose name I have omitted from both the story and my Mynd} did you break it again? (referring to the machine I was using)

Cashier: No. You know I'm being haved.

Me: (thankfully in my mind) OMG it's BEHAVING!

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Ever have one of those math teachers who believed that homework was crucial and repetition was never enough? (Ever thanked them?) My twisted brain wanders and wonders what they are like out of school... The Denominatrix, she ties you down and makes you do fractions.

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So, in the course of my normal abnormal eugoogling, I come across a new concept, "Removable Wall Art" - Why would you put art on a removable wall?

 

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I eat a fair amount of chicken. Can you imagine if all those chicken parts got put back together and the zombie chicken came after me? Poultrygeist!