Showing posts with label Jetsons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jetsons. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Somewhere along the way my mind made a hard left turn


I'd like to know the name of the runt who first invented the electric refrigerator so I can smack him.  I say "runt" because he must have been about 3 feet tall, otherwise why would the compartment that holds all the food be between ankle and navel height?

Our apartment has decent appliances.  They're stainless steel, they look nice, and they function as advertised.  But they're the old-school style....freezer on top, refrig on bottom.  That means that 15 times a day I have to get down on my hands and knees to find what I'm looking for, which is invariably at the back of the bottom shelf.  And even if I want something off the top shelf I have to kneel down to see it as it's tucked underneath the freezer.  Does anyone besides me have trouble like this with their refrigerator?  


I'm thinking we need to somehow combine a refrigerator with one of those rotating clothes hanging things like the dry cleaners have.  You push a button and cold food rotates around and presents itself to you at eye level.  That would impress even the Jetson's, don'tcha think?  

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This morning the local news reported an oil storage tank in Van, TX (east of Dallas) exploded, sending a man and a woman to the hospital in critical condition.  They were on top of the tank smoking when it exploded at 3 am this morning.

OK, I understand it's a terrible tragedy, but....what were they doing on top of an oil storage tank at 3 in the morning?  Smoking?  Some kind of post-whoopee relaxation?  

"Aww, come on Edna.  They'll never find us up there.  Whatdaya say we climb up on top of that oil tank over there and get frisky?" 

 Am I the only one that wonders about these things?


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A friend on Facebook recently told of how he had to call in a "squirrel expert" to get the pesky little critters out of his attic.  While he was telling the rest of his story I'm thinking, "I wonder how you get to be a squirrel expert?"  

Did his high school career counselor one day call him into the office and tell him, "Now Freddy Joe....we've evaluated all your aptitude tests and we feel you should pursue a career as a squirrel expert"?  "Forget about investment banking or medical school. No sirree, you'll be a natural as a squirrel expert.  You can trust me and Merle on this."

It's tough sometimes having a brain as warped as mine.

S