I think this was at an Albertsons grocery store. All the vegetables on this particular shelf had little signs like this identifying their uses.
Habañero peppers, a good source of capsaicin? No kidding!
I remember when I was younger, “jalapeño” was practically a synonym for “hot.” I had no idea it was barely the beginning. Jalapeños are only 2,500–8,000 on the Scoville scale—far below the 100,000–350,000 quoted for habañeros.
The problem with the PowerBook has been confirmed to be the RAM upgrade I put in back in 2004. It hummed along fine for 3½ years, but I guess it finally went bad with the laptop getting so much more use the last few weeks.
Better something modular and easy to get at (well, except for the one stripped screw) than something intrinsic to the machine. Under the circumstances, I’m just having the shop replace it.
Though I guess I should’ve known better than to trust this guy:
moar humorous pics
(Check out the original lolcat post if you don’t recognize the phrasing.)
Assuming the box continues to pass diagnostics with the new memory, I should be able to pick it up at lunch on Monday.
Update: Success! The computer is back, and working again!
According to Katie, this actually said “quick sins” the previous time we drove past it!
This shot almost cost us our new car. The sign faces the freeway, and rather than stick Katie with shooting from a moving vehicle at night, I tried to find a good angle from the parking lot. We saw that the lot extended far enough to see around the corner, and headed for the end of the lot. As I prepared to turn into the last space on the end, a truck came zooming around the corner of the next building over, a Carl’s Jr. with a drive-through and absolutely no visibility. Clearly they weren’t expecting to see anyone in the lot at 10:00 at night. Fortunately we both stopped in time.
Also, I now know that the horn works.
There’s something delicious about irony in spam. Yesterday, the spamtraps netted an advance fee fraud scam message that started out like this:
Let me be honest with you. This information is just for you alone [emphasis added]. I would suggest that you try to fix it instead of making any trouble with it as my job might be put on the line here.
Your name has been on an awaiting list of payment roaster submitted by the Nigerian Government For your lottery/inheritance reasons of no banking particulars on which transfer should be made to until two days ago when the paying Bank personnel brought in another payment roaster for the replacement of the former that had your name on it.
The funny part? (Well, aside from the “payment roaster.”) There were about 300 recipients in the To: line.
Gee, I don’t think all 300 people have the same account info…
Most spam doesn’t run into this problem, since it’s generated by special programs that don’t even bother filling in complete headers. But from what I understand, a lot of 419 scams are still sent by people sitting in internet cafes, copying and pasting bits from templates. So it’s easy to imagine someone pasting their list into the wrong field. Kind of like the classic “Reply All” fiascos.
Catching up here on some stuff I saw in stores last December during (and after) Christmas shopping.
The “perfectly cromulent gifts” is my favorite of the bunch. The Simpsons display was found at a Borders bookstore, probably the one at The Block at Orange.
I love the fact that the “Bah Humbug” hat is actually labeled as a “Santa Hat.” I think someone’s got their wires crossed. Found in the clearance aisle at the grocery store.
These bars of tomato soap (not a typo!) were at the World Market at The Village (the one that used to be Orange Mall, not the apartments across from the Spectrum — though I think they use the same font for their logos, which is kind of strange. Better than the apartments that use nearly the same font as the logo for The Prisoner, though!)
I think the reason I get such a kick out of this toy is that laptop computers didn’t exist when I was in preschool (or if they did, they certainly weren’t affordable to anyone who didn’t absolutely need one for business). A laptop meant the top of someone’s lap. And now, in the grand tradition of transforming the everyday objects of the adult world into toys for infants (cars, telephones, bubble pipes), we now have something that vaguely looks like a folding keyboard and screen.
Oddly, the usual deluge of election propaganda hasn’t materialized yet, and the election is less than a week away. While looking through the scanty haul, most of which is focused on a quartet of propositions on Indian gaming, Katie found an intriguing statement:
Wait… pubic services? Whoa! And here I thought gambling on tribal lands was hot. This could blow it away… or alternatively, screw everyone over.
A movie theater tried to cram a few too many titles into this space.
Whoever that is in the last line must really like basketball. Alternatively, feel free to insert your favorite Catherine the Great joke here.
And “Atonement Water”—is that anything like holy water? Or perhaps like Aquamantra‘s “I am Lucky”/”I am Loved”/etc. water?
