Yesterday, Lorelei and I were talking about food. (Yeah, like we never do that...) She mentioned that she’d had some tuna fish earlier in the day.
“Tuna fish.”
Why do we call it that? We don’t amend any other sort of fish with a word that clarifies what it is. We don’t say “salmon fish” or “roughy fish” or “grouper fish” or “trout fish.”
For that matter, we don’t say we’d like “stuffed pork mammal chops” for dinner. Or maybe we could just go out to “Kentucky Fried Chicken Bird.”
And please don't tell me it's because there are people in the world (other than Jessica Simpson) who don't know that tuna is a fish.
With this heat wave in California, we're at record high power usage in the state. Naturally, the energy companies are urging us to conserve. And rightfully so. I mean, it's just good sense.
But some of the suggestions aren't.
For example, in yesterday's paper, they recommended that if we're not at home during the day, we should turn our air conditioning off. What lunacy. I can just imagine how it would be... millions of Californians return home between five and six p.m. to find their homes are now 120 degrees inside. They snap on the AC, crank it down low, and the power grid has a seizure.
Yeah. Real bright.
Also, they suggest if you are home during the day, keep your AC set around 82 degrees. Um, no. If I'm home, it's going to be, at most, 76 degrees. Call me a bad environmentalist. Call me spoiled. So be it.
I could see setting it at 82 while I'm at work. But I certainly won't shut it off. And I'm not going to try to sleep with it being 82 degrees in my bedroom. Sorry. I did that as a kid. And there are some things you shouldn't have to do, once you're in control of your own thermostat.