Happy Friday! Greetings again, another week down and time for a little levity. We use words all day, every day and when we turn them around a little, they can bring a smile to us.
The following could be referred to as “Garden Path Sentences.” They try to deceive one in a sequence of steps, they “lead you down the garden path” to mislead you into parsing and interpreting them incorrectly.
To write with a broken pencil is …pointless.
When fish are in schools they sometimes . . . take debate.
The professor discovered that her theory of earthquakes . . . was on shaky ground.
A dentist and a manicurist married…then they fought tooth and nail.
With her marriage, she got a new name . .. . and a dress.
You are stuck with your debt if . . . you can’t budge it.
A boiled egg is . . . hard to beat.
When you’ve seen one shopping center . . . you’ve seen a mall.
Police were called to a day care where a three-year-old was . . . resisting a rest.
If you take a laptop computer for a run you could . . .. jog your memory.
A bicycle can’t stand alone; . . . it is two-tired.
The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine . . . was fully recovered.
When she saw her first strands of gray hair, . . . she thought she’d dye.
Acupuncture is . . . a jab well done.
Thought for the Week
“It’s a strange world of language in which skating on thin ice can get you into hot water.” ~Franklin P. Jones
This evening I need to rant for a few minutes. I have noticed lately that I am hearing the word “countless a lot. Each time I hear this word, a little voice in my head asks, “is this really countless?”
I have heard news stories stating that if this or that had been done during the COVID pandemic that “countless” lives would have been saved. The thought occurred to me that we do count the lives lost, so would not the lives that could have been saved be equal to or less than those who have died?
A few weeks ago, there was a story of a bar that was preparing for New Year’s Eve that had “countless” drink options. I have a feeling that the number of drink options could be counted. Even faster than counting would be to calculate the number of combinations give the number of ingredients – high school math flashback warning – shown below:
My point is, given the tools that we have at our disposal today, just about anything can be counted. As is often the case, we are just too lazy to keep track or do the math. There are probably some exceptions, the number of grains of sand on the beach (although you could extrapolate a number based on a small sample) and the number of stars in the sky.
So,with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning and her Sonnet 43 (See-she kept track of her sonnets!), let us stop with the overuse of “countless” and start counting. By the way, when she wrote, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,” there were less than 30 ways set forth. I know this because I read the poem and counted them.
Happy Friday! The holidays are behind us and we are smack in the middle of January 2022. While the days are cold and short, you might be spending more time watching television or surfing the Internet which exposes you to lots of advertising and marketing. So, this week let’s have a laugh for all the ads we see.
I started a new job in the marketing department at Chips Ahoy, my first task is to enable cookies.
Is it true that Dracula does A-COUNT-based marketing?
I heard that digital marketers love to shop at Whole Foods because of all the organic content.
Is the best way to market cat food by developing buyer purrr-sonas?
I think Marvel should use the Hulk in more of its advertising, I mean he’s literally a giant Banner.
Yesterday I saw a huge billboard advertising clocks, I guess it’s just a sign of the times.
I heard about the marketer who switched to a job making butter, seems he had a high churn rate.
Is it true that a social media marketer’s favorite snack is Insta-graham crackers?
I heard about a digital marketer who dumped her long-time boyfriend over a serious lack of engagement.
I heard about a digital marketer who switched to professional tap dancing because he thought he was going to get paid per click.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
Plant carrots in January and you’ll never have to eat carrots. ~Gardening saying
This evening, I heard a commercial on the radio for an app that will pay you cash for buying gas. Since almost everyone buys gas, it seems like a great idea. The cheerful lady on the commercial said that I could earn up to $0.25 a gallon! The second lady asks if it it really worth it and the first lady happily states that she earns up to $300 a month! Who would not want to earn an extra $300 a month?
A little math will show that if you want to earn that $300 you better like to drive – a lot. Because you will have little time to do anything other than drive! The BEST case is $0.25 a gallon. So to earn $300, you need to buy 1,200 gallons. A quick search of the internet tells me that the average miles per gallon in the US is 24.2 MPG. So, to burn 1,200 gallons, you would need to drive 29,040 miles A MONTH! If you average 60 miles per hour, you would spend 484 hours driving or just over 16 hours a day for a 30 day month. I guess if you have 2 cars you and your spouse could drive 8 hours every day.Unless you job is driving a truck or an Uber, it is hard to fit in a job while driving 8 hours a day.
However, that is the BEST case, the internet also states that the average savings usingthis app is more like $0.07. At this savings rate, you would need to by 4,286 gallons, driving 103,714 miles and spending 1,729 hours driving at 60 mpg or 57 hours a day during a 30 day month. If you have 7 drivers in your family or own a small trucking company with 7 trucks, you could get the driving back down to about 8 hours a day.
Plus, the app is not available at all stations so you might have to pay more for you gas to begin with. As “they” say – if something sounds too good to be true ….
It was sad to learn last week of the passing of the Father of one of my childhood friends. Mr. Earl Collier was a fairly big man who seemed even larger when I was young. He had two sons, Jim who was the age of my older brother Mike and Rick who was a year behind me in school. We used to play football in his yard, Rick, Chuck (Rick’s cousin who was my age and lived behind the Collier’s) and me against Jim and my brother. We came home covered in mud many times after those football games.
However, my most vivid memory of Mr. Collier is related to baseball. Jim and Mike had taken Rick and I to the Little League fields behind Hara Arena for some extra practice, I think it was on a Sunday afternoon in the days long before cell phones. The four of us were out on the field and I am sure Jim and Mike were teaching Rick and me the finer points of the game and we were the only ones out there that afternoon.
In the midst of our fun, we see a car approaching, it kicked up some dust as it moved from the paved Hara Arena parking lot to the gravel parking lot of the Shiloh-Ft. McKinley Little League. As the car got closer we could recognize it as Mr. Collier’s vehicle. The car stopped at the end of the gravel lot, out beyond the outfield while we were around Homeplate.
Apparently Jim and Rick were expected back home at a certain time and that time had passed. I can still see Mr. Collier getting out of the vehicle, looking towards us and bellowing, “You’ve got three minutes to get home and two of them are already gone!”
Mr. Collier got back in the car and left as quickly as he came and, needless to say Jim and Rick scurried as quickly as they could back home.