pre-coffee confusion turns out to be valid confusion.

I almost never read directions to anything. Because really how many ways are there to plug in a toaster and when it comes to IKEA furniture, no matter how closely I follow their esoteric pictograms I always end up with the shelf I assumed I would always have, plus three screws and piece of rather structural looking wood. I think all this stems from a childhood of playing with lego’s and never once actually making the thing on the box as creating hybrid Frankestein cars was WAY to much fun.

But bored to outer limits of my mind whilst waiting for my coffee to percolate (WHAT AN AWESOME WORD) this morning I read the directions that accompanied my boss’s new clock.

our education system has failed.

 

I’m worried that we live in a world where flagging this up is a necessity.

Muscle Milk and America

for those who think there eyes deceive them it does read:

GENUINE MUSCLE MILK: CONTAINS NO MILK

CONTAINS NATURAL and ARTIFICIAL FLAVORS

Something that is and is not milk is like the Schrodinger’s cat of the beverage world. I am not only scared but perplexed by this here drink.

Oxymoronic beverages are a reason I love America