Another Charles Also Said
Floofie Goes to Hollyfloof
Floofie Goes to Hollyfloof (floofinition) – Floofish pop rock band formed in Liverfloof in the 1970s. Their first three singles all went to number one.
In use: “Floofie Goes to Hollyfloof had a first single was a controversial hit, “Flooflax”, said to be about sex.”
Floofspector
Floofspector (floofinition) – Animal who is required to examine all aspects of a proceeding.
In use: “When the doorbell rang, floofspector McKenzie, the beagle house floof, headed to the door to check on the situation.”
Tuesday’s Theme Music
It’s a September in Oregon, the first day of September.
Many have made comments on the net that time is dragging. That’s not the case for me. The hours and days have skittered through on spider legs, and you know fast spiders can go, especially if they sense your fear, or you’re trying to get them.
Anyone songs about September bubbled through my morning stream (sounds like I’m pissing them out). Changing the calendar in my office, though, I saw that one, and U2’s song from 1992, “One” vaulted into mind.
Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
h/t to Metrolyrics.com
Yes, with how 2020 has been going, I think “One” works. Cheers
Floofs Without Hats
Floofs Without Hats (floofinition) – Founded in Montreal in 1977, Floof Without Hats is a Floofnadian new wave floof rock (flock) band.
In use: “The greatest success for Floofs Without Hats came with their release of “The Kibble Dance” in 1982, which became a top ten hit in multiple countries.”
Floofnivore
Floofnivore (floofinition) – An animal, especially a pet, who is particular or finicky about what it eats.
In use: “Boo quickly demonstrated that he was a floofnivore, rushing up to a bowl of fresh food as if he’s starving, taking one sniff, and then sprinting away as though he’s being chased by a demon.”
Monday’s Theme Music
My mind is serenading me wit Red Ryder’s 1981 song, “Lunatic Fringe”, today.
Back when I was commuting and working in an office, I’d often think of this song. I always seemed to encounter people with perspectives and facts that didn’t align with reality. Feels like I’m seeing and hearing more of it on the television, radio, and intertubes. Yet, I always wonder if I’m the lunatic fringe, out of sync with reality. That drives me to verify and vet information, and trace stories, looking for the source.
All this is helpful while writing. I enjoy elements in what I read (or the movies and television shows that I watch), so I plug it into my writing. When I’m writing, I enjoy an imaginary reader wondering, “WTF?” This is especially true if I laugh out loud when I’m writing it.
Here’s a sample of “Lunatic Fringe” lyrics (h/t to Metrolyrics.com), followed by the song.
Lunatic Fringe
I know you’re out there
You’re in hiding, and you hold your meetings
I can hear you coming, and I know what you’re after
We’re wise to you this time we won’t let you kill the laughter
Lunatic Fringe – in the twilight’s last gleaming
This is open season, but you won’t get too far
‘Cause you got to blame someone for your own confusion
We’re all on guard this time against the Final Solution
We can hear you coming
We can hear you coming no, you’re not going to win this time,
your not gonna win
The Shower Hack
We’re always trying life hacks. As we’ve been alive and functioning for over half a century, most are suggestions that we’ve already tried and discarded. Still, we press on, looking for better ways of doing things.
One area is the master bath shower. We’ve owned this house for fourteen years. We moved in when it was new. First occupants. Keeping that shower stall clean has been tooth-grinding frustration from the get.
The shower isn’t large. A three feet wide by four feet long rectangle, one wall is a glass door and panel. The rest are ceramic tile. None are easy to clean. Hard water loaded with minerals combined with soap and shampoo scum load up in layers that refused to away.
Trying to clean it became a hobby. I’d search stores and online, looking for products and methods to do the job. Everything fell short.
Until now.
My wife read a new hack last week. “This hack says that Finish Powerballs dishwashing tabs will clean your shower glass.”
“I’ll try it.” There wasn’t even hesitation to wonder or doubt. Just try it. What’s to lose.
So we bought package, the only size available in the store, for $12.87, a price that made me think, it’d better work for that price. Then again, /i’ve tried much more expensive and caustic products. With fourteen tabs in the box, the price seems reasonable per use.
Today, after reviewing an article and video, I gloved up and tried it on the glass. Right off, I could feel it cutting the build. I rinsed.
Pretty good, but…
Getting a second one out, I modified my approach. My first effort, I’d done circles, imitating The Karate Kid. (“Wax on, wax off.”) This time, I went vertically, then horizontally. The first time, I dried it after rising. This time, I just rinsed.
Holy cow. As Kylie Klein-Nixon said in the article, a resounding success.
