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Sometimes people complain about something they only partially understand, whether it’s politics, the music industry, the mystery of the pyramids, what “DVD” stands for, etc. “If they can land a man on the moon, blah blah blah…why do they have to lip sync Hee Haw?” They are not specialists so their arguments don’t hold as much water as someone who really knows what they are talking about. And I do this too. I’m sure that people who know more about marketing and packaging think I’m some dumb hayseed who knows nothing about government regulations and selling things. (They are right.)

However, I can’t possibly understand the label above, taken from a diner on a recent trip to Ohio. Even admitting my ignorance of marketing laws and licensing, and knowing that some subtleties of labeling exist, how can something contain milk and also be non-dairy? Sometimes just opening my eyes to peep at product labels, or going shopping at Kroger, is a deeply unsettling experience.

Now roasted with the warmth of your hands!

Now roasted with the warmth of your hands!

It’s bad enough that someone buys “artisanal” coffee from a major chain, but to buy “hand-roasted” coffee is just gross. I’m sick of everything being “hand-Xed” even for things you can’t do with your hands. So in the spirit of MAD Magazine’s Scenes We’d Like to See, I propose the following expressions:

Now serving hand-toasted bread.
To avoid harsh sunlight, we now use hand-dried tomatoes.
Hand-watched VHS tapes now on sale.
Hand-stomped grapes just like on I Love Lucy!
Need help to get rid of hand-grown hairs in your bikini area?
Hand-tasted dump cake with cheesy frosting and Pilsbury Pull-Aparts.

Honestly, coffee beans are either roasted over heat or they are raw. There is no such thing as “hand-roasting” coffee beans, unless you are Superman. If he can make diamonds just by squeezing coal hard enough, he can probably roast a few coffee beans in his hand and pull a good shot of espresso. Barring that, please stop hand-cooking anything.

coal into diamond

Among all the choices of facial tissue, plain old Kleenex has always been my favorite.  It doesn’t feel washcloth-thick, has no hidden lotions or vitamins, and I don’t have to worry about getting enough action from some mysterious anti-viral, moisture-activated middle layer.  But recently its packaging changed.

kleetopcrop

I expected that tiny white trademark star to lead me to an explanation on the back, but all I found was this:

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“Thicker and more absorbent” seem like tangible improvements, but Sneeze Shield®?  It’s not even implying that its use acts like a shield against sneezes, it states “with,” almost like it’s a separate thing.  Or, maybe each individual tissue comes with its own accompanying sneeze protector?  In an email here’s the company’s response to me asking, “What is Sneeze Shield®?”

“Sneeze Shield® is a special technology in all Kleenex® Tissue that helps reduce the amount of wetness that can get on hands.  It creates a shield to help minimize wetness from leaking through the tissue, while maintaining the extraordinary softness of KLEENEX® tissue.”

“This is a technology that we have been using for several years, but we have just recently begun to indicate this on the outer packaging. Boxes that now advertise this on the labeling contain the same soft yet strong KLEENEX® tissues that you know and love.”

My grandfather and I were in the living room of his house, comparing hearing aids.  I took mine out to show him the dual microphones on each one.  They represented the latest in digital technology and were quite small, my particular model included a watch controller.  It allowed me to shift through various programs and adjust volume levels right from the watch.   A real ‘James Bond’ thing to have.

Then he took out one of his hearing aids.  It was the size of a small stapler and so heavy that it stretched his ear out to 8″ long.  As he showed me his hearing aid I couldn’t stop looking at his ear.  It was huge and floppy.  I felt sorry for him but he seemed okay with it and continued showing me the features of his old bulky analog unit.  But when I looked at his other ear I could see that this hearing aid actually was a stapler – well over 12” long – with a tiny microphone attached.  Still, his ear stretched into an enormous mess of skin to accommodate its larger size.

My first day as a writer at SNL and I couldn’t think of anything. I walked down the main hall marveling at all the pictures of previous cast members. I noticed Jay Mohr and his bodyguard at the end of the hall walking toward me. It was January and he was wearing a long black coat and black leather gloves. I also had on my coat and gloves. As he approached, our eyes made contact. “Jay Mohr!” I yelled. “I’m Kevin Becker, a new writer here.” “Hi, glad to meet you,” he said. We shook hands and let go. Then, our eyes locked in slow motion, our stares burying deep. We slipped off our gloves slowly, slowly. Then, our hands jammed together and locked into a tight grip, writhing around forcefully, squeezing, releasing, fingers throbbing, almost letting go then jamming back together. Interrupting the process I heard, “Uh, okay. I gotta run. You can let go now.” As Jay and his bodyguard walked away I was left standing there, stunned and already feeling like I wished it never happened. I looked back at him walking down that hall, but just before reaching the door his head turned and he winked.

yogi tea

What if I can’t recycle?

The EPA website lists some great options for getting rid of CFL bulbs. Except, contacting waste collection agencies, local retailers and mail-back services doesn’t suit my busy lifestyle. Wait, here’s another choice listed at the very bottom:

“If your state or local environmental regulatory agency permits you to put used or broken CFLs in the regular household trash, seal the bulb in a plastic bag and put it into the outside trash for the next normal trash collection.”

A: (from my friend Dan) It’s from the vending machine at work. I’m one bite into the 2nd donut and I feel a little bit ill already. The flavor bits taste like the same blue-ish, purple in frozen blueberry waffles. The rest tastes like sorrow and sugar.bits

FILFs gone wild!!!

FILFs gone wild!

Sorrry about the panic

“During scheduled testing of Oakland University’s emergency text message system, a voicemail announcing shots fired on campus was mistakenly issued.” Oops.