Friday Fragments might not tell page-turning stories (blog pages don’t turn) but there is a little bit of story behind each one. Get your fill of fragment stories at Mrs. 4444’s blog.
Releasing internal gas is very awkward when others are near. I read that everyone has gas at some point. It's part of the natural digestive process. She-who-knows always has an excuse on her rare occasions that get noticed in the breeze. She is the one who told me that fat can produce flatulence. According to that sign our military used fat for explosives. It can't be too easy to make since the TSA doesn't screen for fat.
Today I made myself lunch and used an opener. I felt so dishonest because the opener has a label on it saying “Good Cook”.
I read this retro marketing, or flashback branding (flashback - really that's the best term these clowns can come up with?) article about MillerCoors (I had forgotten they merged). A product from the 70's being called retro does make me feel old. The retro thing about this beer is the packaging, the can. Miller Lite is having success with the retro white can they used in the 70's. Now back in 70's, early in my drinking experiences the taste of the beer or wine was not a critical factor. Price and accessibility mattered more than good taste. A beer company whose advertizing is based on their packaging tells me they don't focus on taste. I don't drink beer from a can anymore. The best way is from a the tap at a bar but bottles are fine. You should always pour the beer into a glass so that the aroma is enjoyed too (similar to wine). Did I grow up and become a beer snob? Maybe, I don't care if you drink that tasteless crap, I just don't want any of it.
Lisleman’s thought from the shower - You know if you rock in a rocker it is ok but if you rock in just a plain seat, then people look at you funny.
Did you notice the inspiration for today's title was a rock classic? “Every Picture Tells a Story” is not my favorite Rod Stewart song (“Maggie May" is the best IMHO) but I like its beginning lyrics. Here’s how it starts:
I’m not going to say I’m excited about spring but I really want it to start. I miss it so. It’s more of being tired of this hazy shade of winter. Look around, read some fragments. Oh, seasons change with the scenery, weaving time in a tapestry, won't you stop and leave me a comment below?
Releasing internal gas is very awkward when others are near. I read that everyone has gas at some point. It's part of the natural digestive process. She-who-knows always has an excuse on her rare occasions that get noticed in the breeze. She is the one who told me that fat can produce flatulence. According to that sign our military used fat for explosives. It can't be too easy to make since the TSA doesn't screen for fat.
I read this retro marketing, or flashback branding (flashback - really that's the best term these clowns can come up with?) article about MillerCoors (I had forgotten they merged). A product from the 70's being called retro does make me feel old. The retro thing about this beer is the packaging, the can. Miller Lite is having success with the retro white can they used in the 70's. Now back in 70's, early in my drinking experiences the taste of the beer or wine was not a critical factor. Price and accessibility mattered more than good taste. A beer company whose advertizing is based on their packaging tells me they don't focus on taste. I don't drink beer from a can anymore. The best way is from a the tap at a bar but bottles are fine. You should always pour the beer into a glass so that the aroma is enjoyed too (similar to wine). Did I grow up and become a beer snob? Maybe, I don't care if you drink that tasteless crap, I just don't want any of it.
I spotted this strange (mascot?) thing on FB the other day. I posted a question about it this week. Thank you readers for sharing your answers in the comment section.
Are Pinterest users (I'm one too) called pinners?
Are Pinterest users (I'm one too) called pinners?
Lisleman’s thought from the shower - You know if you rock in a rocker it is ok but if you rock in just a plain seat, then people look at you funny.
Did you notice the inspiration for today's title was a rock classic? “Every Picture Tells a Story” is not my favorite Rod Stewart song (“Maggie May" is the best IMHO) but I like its beginning lyrics. Here’s how it starts:
Spent some time feelin' inferiorI can relate to most of those first few lines.
standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
but I came out looking just the same
