Wednesday, March 16, 2005
- Much hilarious and useful train gossip to be had at The CTA Tattler
- Poem of the Day: Nightmare with Angels, by Stephen Vincent Benét
"...You will not be saved by General Motors or the pre-fabricated house.
100 farkleberry points to anyone who can tell me which classic horror flick contained a scene inspired by those lines.
You will not be saved by dialectic materialism or the Lambeth Conference.
You will not be saved by Vitamin D or the expanding universe.
In fact, you will not be saved..." - Today's lesson #1: never try to scrape off the label side of a
coasterCD-ROM with a sharp object - like a pair of scissors. You will be richly rewarded with a shower of sparkling rainbowy glitter-flakes that cling to your fingers, face, keyboard and sandwiches for hours. - Today's lesson #2: why do cans of WD-40® lubricant come with such an easily-misplaced red plastic spray tube? The tubes are shipped attached to the cans with a piece of adhesive tape, but if any WD-40® drips down the side of the can, the tape often detaches from the can. If you're lucky enough to find the red tube, reattaching it with a rubber band is only a temporary solution; because again, the petrochemicals in WD-40® deteriorate rubber (a.k.a. the "no vaseline on condoms" effect) and cause it to snap. Why can't the company make a plastic retainer ring or snap-on holder for the tube? Is it because they want you to purchase a new can of WD-40® every time you lose the red tube? UPDATE: It just occurred to me that I should mention WD-40 is an INDUSTRIAL lubricant, for the silly geese amongst our readers. MORE: 2000 Uses for WD-40®
- Last night's lesson: I suspect that some CTA trains have unmarked hidden cameras, like the ones NYC and recently NJ transit adopted (some CTA buses already have them). Why? Last night, I was riding the usual rear car on the red line, when a woman with a young toddler and baby carriage got stuck in the train doors. See, while Mama and baby-in-carriage were attempting to exit, the toddler wanted to stay on the train and loudly squalled her preference ("You're trying to get the table out the door? I thought you were pushing it in!"). Seeing that the train doors were fitfully opening and closing at the operator's command, two other women sitting near the door helped pull it open (from the inside) and let the frantic family off the train. Seconds later, the operator spoke over the PA system: "thank you, ladies." Now I ask, if the train operator didn't have a way of seeing inside the train car, how would he know to say "thank you"? He couldn't easily look out the operator window to see what's going on six or more train cars back.
- Woman murders boyfriend over Uno™ and Monopoly™ games [NBC5 Chicago]
- The UK Shoe Dumping Mystery - solved? [via BoingBoing]
- Relocation: Amanda at Mousewords has moved to Pandagon
- This month's strangest farkleberries search strings:
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