Counter-intuitive
I like the Schick Intuition Razors. Their combination of blade and shave cream in one tool means one less container that will be knocked to the shower floor a half-dozen times every morning as I fumble around in the shower.
What I do not like is the fuckwitted case the local CVS displays the refills in. I say displays because this case is constructed in such a way that you cannot get to them even while it encourages you with helpful instructions that indicate you can, in fact, get to them. This is the second iteration of the “display case” and I hate this one more than the first, and I hated the first one with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns.
The refills are tantalizing close to you behind a piece of plastic that, after this morning’s rage-filled consumer experience shopping, I think I can—and will—just break next time around. There is also this inexplicable motorized …thing … that is supposed to, when you push the big red button that says “PUSH” force the refill case forward so that you can tip open the plastic wall/drawer and get the refill. What actually happens is that you “PUSH” the big red button and the motor wheezes for about 30 seconds while it moves the refill box not quite far enough to tip into the drawer.
Because I have no patience with this sort of thing, I decided to push all the buttons and take my chances. After about 15 minutes, I managed to get two boxes of refills out. It says to ask a store employee for assistance but I’ll be damned if I’ll resort to that since they all—at the slightest indication a customer needs help—vanish, no doubt because they also don’t want wrestle with this piece of shit marvel of engineering.
Trasherati’s eyes will roll all the way back in her head when she reads this.
“It is interesting that the Puritans regarded the Indians as a lost tribe of Israel, the Quakers saw them as Children of Light, the borderers regarded them as rival warriors, and royalist gentlemen such as John Gibbon saw them as natural aristocrats with an inborn taste for heraldry.”
-Footnote, Albion’s Seed: Four British Folkways in America, David Hackett Fischer
I am a rainbow
Instead of doing laundry, I sought out all the color-themed quizzes here to learn some terribly important information about myself. Here’s what I gleaned:
- My brain is blue.
- I should drive a yellow car.
- I am an orange rose.
- My inner color is blue.
- My life is 68% green.
- One favorite color (blue) indicates that I am Emotional, Affected, Sensitive, Peaceful, Tranquil, Connected, Spiritual, Experimental, Deep.
- The other favorite color (green) indicates that I am Balanced, Relaxed, Flexible, Compassionate, Philosophical, Humble, Loyal, Inventive, Unique.
- My psyche is violet.
- Which shade of green: I am grass green.
- Which shade of purple: I am dark purple.
- My passion is yellow (I’m a total sexual shape shifter, apparently).
- My aura is violet.
- Which shade of blue: I am royal blue.
- Which shade of red: I am apple red.
- I am a blue flower.
- My lucky underwear is red.
- My funky inner hair color is pink.
- My blog should be purple (I’ll keep the green and white, however. I like it.)
- My mood ring is light purple.
- My power color is red-orange.
And this information is just as useful presented in this manner as if I had shared all the narrative that goes with each result because this is complete horseshit.
Please tell me people don’t actually look to these things for insight.
A bowl of what?
I’ve just seen the commercial for this and I have to tell you that while I am generally not shocked by much of anything, I really was not expecting to hear the words “…a bowl of semen….” come out of my television.
A legitimate claim to trustworthiness
“The community of scientists has a legitimate claim to trustworthiness that other social institutions, such as religions and political movements, lack. The structure of scientific inquiry involves procedures, such as experiments and open debate, that are strikingly successful at revealing truths about the world. All other things being equal, a rational person is wise to defer to a geologist about the age of the earth rather than to a priest or to a politician.”
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Update on OPP
By OPP I mean Other People’s Pets.
What were you thinking?
Dang, people.
Twinkle is now hanging with Hugo and his peeps, one of whom called me this evening and asked if I thought Twinkle’s humans would really really want him back. And I know what she means because I want to keep him too. Even if you think you don’t like cats, you’d like Twinkle. He’s cool. Even my cats were kinda sad after he left last night. They’d kill me if they knew I told you that.
Pekoe is still being a badass motherfucker, chasing the squirrels and robins and menacing the hell out of the strawberry chew toy I bought him a while back. I got all Cesar Milan on his ass today and made him walk beside me instead of way out in front, and it totally worked.
Animals rawk.
A regime that combined collective order and institutional violence in an exceptionally high degree
“In most cultures, attitudes toward work are closely connected to conceptions of time. The people of the Bay Colony were no exception. For a Puritan, time was heavily invested with sacred meaning. Fundamentally, it was ‘God’s Time’ as Samuel Sewall called it: ‘God’s Time is the best time, God’s way the best way.’
A central idea in the culture was that of ‘improving the time,’ in the seventeenth-century sense of ‘turning a thing to good account.’ Time-wasting in the Bay Colony was criminal offense. As early as 1633 the General Court decreed:
No person, householder, or other shall spend his time idly or unprofitably, under pain of such punishment as the court shall think meet to inflict; and for this end it is ordered, that the constables of every place shall use special diligence to take knowledge of offenders in this kind, especially of common coasters, unprofitable fowlers and tobacco takers, and to present the same.
A year later, the Court fined two men the heavy sum of twenty shillings each for ‘misspending their time.’”
And:
“Yet another component of this culture was its system of social order. In that regard, New England was characterized by a curious paradox. This was always the most orderly region in British America, but it is also very violent in its ordering acts. This typically Puritan paradox of private order and public violence was especially striking in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. For many generations, individual order coexisted with an institutional savagery that appeared in the burning of rebellious servants the maiming of political dissenters, the hanging of Quakers, the execution of witches and the crushing to death with heavy stones of an old man who refused to plead before the court.”
-Albion’s Seed: Four British Folkways in America, David Hackett Fischer
