Archive for October, 2013

October 29, 2013

Tuesday Titters

by Janie Jones

What kind of fruit do ghosts like best?


October 26, 2013

I just have to share the good news

by Janie Jones

News Flash:  Janie Jones got a 91% on her Organic Chemistry test Friday.


There hasn’t been a whole lot of goodness around Jones-ville lately so I’ll groove on this bit of cheer for as long as I can….

October 22, 2013

Tuesday Titters

by Janie Jones

What do you call a skeleton that doesn’t like to work?

A lazy bones

What do you call a ghost wearing a torn up old sheet?

A holy terror

October 18, 2013

Seeing as this week we’ve already broached the topic of Genpop intelligence…

by Janie Jones

At the local grocery I cruised past the meat department.  As I was wavering over the cost of a spiral cut ham I noticed that someone had written in those special grocery store markers on the glass of the seafood counter in big “fancy” sign script:


I was seriously tempted to ask for a pound of their “Supereme” Jumbo Shrimp.  Not any old supreme shrimp, only your SUPEREME shrimp for my family thank you.

I guess that’s what you get when you stop teaching phonics and sounding out words in school.

While we’re on the topic of misspelled signage, I forgot to mention a few weeks ago I took Rupert to have his toenails cut.  There’s a doggie daycare/groomers down the way a bit from school and they do it quickly and inexpensively, which saves me the worry of clipping too short and making him bleed.  As I stood and waited I read some of the signs and notices posted around the counter.  This particular one caught my eye:

If we are not at the counter, we are probably in back assisting our 4 legged customers in the groomer’s area.  Your business is important to us, so please wait here and we’ll be back soon.  Thank you for your patients.

Now if they were a veterinary office I might giggle at the play on words.  But in this case it just made me shake my head.

October 17, 2013

Thursday Quote Du Jour #12: How you spin it makes all the difference in the world

by Janie Jones

Leif has been reading up on making beer.  There’s some interesting chemistry going on, so while I’m not much of a beer drinker, learning about the process is interesting from a scientifically clinical point of view.

I don’t remember how the conversation began but Leif said the following, which, while hysterical and may make you think twice, is totally true:

So, basically yeast eats sugar, poops alcohol and farts CO2.  So, sparkling wine?  Basically yeast poop and farts.

Yumm!  I so totally want to go spend $100+ on some fancy French yeast poop and fart Champagne.

Not being much of an alcoholic beverage drinking gal was sounding pretty good right about then.  Until that is, it occurred to me that yeast farts are what make bread rise.  Damn tasty yeast farts.

October 16, 2013

Sublimation of the Genpop Intelligence Quotient

by Janie Jones

I don’t pay a whole lot of attention to the news.  It depresses me.  Many of you might find my attitude despicable, but I have more than enough misery to contend with in my immediate circle without having to broaden my horizons to include the county, state, nation, and world’s misery, too.

Anyway, the point is, apparently some brain trust put “dry ice” bombs in LAX the other day.  Chem Prof heard of this and had to ask if we’d seen a particular news cast describing the event.  I am expecting some interesting chemistry related discussion about the making, exploding, etc of a dry ice bomb.  Apparently it was pretty boring.  Just dry ice and probably some hot water in a 2 liter soda bottle, which is enough to make the bottle explode as the sublimation of the dry ice creates C02 gas.  What Chem Prof found more interesting, and irritating, was the news caster described this process as dry ice “melting.”

To which I had to logic bomb, “But if they actually said sublimating, 90% of the population probably wouldn’t have a clue what that means.”

He stopped, nodded and agreed that was, indeed likely to be quite true.

See, just one more reason not to bother with the news.  It simply is wrong.  Dispensing misinformation is a sign of the times.