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Sickness Starting
As always, Film Studies today was the same old, same old - recapping stuff I'd already learnt last year. I got there earlier today, so I got a seat closer to the front. I think my eyes are getting worse - even with my glasses, I'm finding it hard to read things that are far away. :(
English was so strange today, it was actually minorly enjoyable. Perhaps Angela is receiving my telepathic requests to liven up a bit.
We were studying the basic fundamentals about how a child learns to talk - starting with the phonemes, vowel and consonant sounds.
Thus, Angela was making all these weird noises and strange faces with her lips all puckered up and her mouth wide open. Most of us copied her when prompted, lmao.
She had YouTube up on the whiteboard, so she made us watch these hilarious random videos:
Do you remember where you were the first time you tried a Wow chip?
Hopefully within running distance of a toilet.
What a disaster of a product.
Remember, that fat substitute that was known to run through people?
It was called Olestra (marketed under the name Olean) and discovered by Procter & Gamble.
Some at P&G thought this was breakthrough in the food industry and expected a billion plus market.
P&G pushed hard (probably not with any Olestra in their system at the time) on Congress and the FDA to get approval and their patents extended.
On January 24, 1996, the FDA approved olestra for use in savory snacks such as chips, crackers, and tortilla chips.
I don't know - does savory have different meanings because I only remember the toilet time with those Wow chips?
Here's a statement from the FDA years ago about labeling:
" The FDA concluded that the label statement was no longer warranted because:
'Real-life' consumption studies of products containing olestra showed olestra caused only infrequent, mild gastrointestinal (GI) effects. In fact, a 6-week study with more than 3,000 people showed that the group consuming olestra-containing chips experienced only a minor increase in bowel movement frequency compared to those people who consumed only full-fat chips."
3000 people ?? I wonder what they got paid for that study? Hopefully enough to cover 6 weeks of underwear.
So why bring this up? I heard about a new application for Olestra recently.
This time the shelves of the paint department might soon have Olestra based paint. P&G calls the new chemical mix, Sefose. Sefose can be used to replace harmful ingredients commonly found in oil paints.
Last night's epic dream:
My dream started out with Ash and myself walking around what was apparently Hemlington - but it certainly didn't look like it. It looked very similar to that of Ambleside town. We wandered around for a while, then went back to Ash's bungalow.
When we returned, Ash says to me: "Didn't you notice that shop at the end of the avenue? You'd proper like it."
I responded: "No, I didn't see any shop..."
Ash says: "Oh, it was a wheelchair shop."
I say: "Well why would I like that?"
Ash replies: "Because they had a sign up outside saying they were closing down and all stock was reduced..." -she puts up three fingers - "To THREE QUID!"
I proper had a spazzy fit and shouted: "OMG, LET'S GO BACK THEN!"
Ash goes: "No way, you're not getting one. Why would you want one? To trick people into thinking you're crippled?"
I say: "No! For artistic things, films, photos - the like."
Ash says: "Well you could borrow mine for that."
I scream at her: "NOOOO!!! I WANT A FOLDING ONE!!!"
I ended up having a proper tantrum fit, and this resulted in both of Ash's parents and a shitload of randomers all shouting at me.
Following this, I was sat on the floor in their living room - everyone and these randomers were all sat around on the sofas watching films and talking PROPER loud. I was playing on a GBA with headphones in so I didn't have to listen to them.
Then we all ended up going out to some random church hall where everyone was sat around on wooden tables, listening to this random bible-bashing woman having a proper orgasmic rant about the power of Jesus and Christianity. Whenever anybody yawned or somehow looked distracted, she'd run up to their table and yell things at them about them going to hell and they'd be eternally damned.
I started daydreaming and gazing out of the window.
This woman runs up to my table and shouts: "WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?! YOU SHOULD BE READING YOUR BIBLE!!"
I shake my head at her and calmly respond: "It's because of over-enthusiastic, Jesus-fucking bible-bashers that people can't decide their own path in life anymore. Stop wasting your time trying to convert atheists. We'll all go to hell with you and sodomise you with pitchforks."
Then this woman proper bursts into tears and runs out crying and everyone in the hall proper started cheering.
Ash looks at me proper shocked and says: "How the hell do you get people to agree with you?! I can proper never do it!"
Following this, nobody seemed to move from the tables, but instead everyone took out GBAs and started playing this random game where you had to swim underwater as a shark and collect sunken pirate ships.
I beat everybody at it on the first round, but the scores for the second round weren't revealed and that we had to wait until tomorrow to get them.
I woke up laid on the floor of a bus - next to the bus driver, a random gadge sat on a seat beside me and a pile of my shoes next to me.
The gadge said I could only save two pairs, so I put a pair of black Converse on and picked up a pair that were identical to the new pair I got the other week. The black, white and red patterned ones.
I asked him when the bus was going to stop, and the driver responded that it wasn't going to.
So the random gadge and I started ramming our shoulders against the bus doors until they burst open. Then we both leapt out and did like an epic-slow-motion dive out across the road and we landed on a patch of grass infront of Ash's house.
(Which is odd, because there isn't grass infront of Ash's house, it's paved.)
Ash comes out and she starts whinging on at me.
I yell at her: "OMG YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEE MY EPIC DIVE OUT OF THE BUS! YOU FUCKING CUNT, I'M NOT DOING IT AGAIN FOR YOU!!!"
Then she shakes her head and says that I scored 125 points in the pirate ship GBA game and the gadge behind me scored 180.
I proper fell to my knees and started screaming - before I woke up, wondering what the bloody hell that dream was about. :)
I honestly don't know what I found more strange:
the story about a young woman who guessed the EXACT number of jelly beans in a jar (7,954) to win $25,000 and this was the second time she has managed to accomplish this feat;
or the fact that PIRATES are still something we have to worry about when sailing the seven seas?
I don't know, maybe I am naive, but I thought that in these modern times, piracy was limited to music and videos on the internet. And guessing the number of jelly beans? Come on! First off, who is the poor schmuck who had to count out nearly 8,000 jelly beans into a jar (I am guessing the payday for that was significantly less than $25,000) and second, how do you guess that exactly right? I think guessing within a hundred jelly beans would still be an unbelieveable feat (and against some serious odds) but she guessed right on the money (pun intended).
The odds stacked against her doing this at all, much less twice in her life, have got to be astronomical. That's not even math that I can do.
I wonder if she got to keep the jar full of jelly beans or if they just throw them away?
Argh, matey, what do you think?
26 days.
My friend Becky asked me if I would help her bury her dog later on in the afternoon. He was an old collie on his last leg. Becky had kept him alive as long as she could but now it was time to do the "right thing" and put him out of his misery. I told her "sure I'd be glad to help" and said to just come get me when she got back from the vets after having him put down.
But while I was mowing it suddenly occurred to me, I should have offered to accompany Becky to the vets to take care of Buddy! I have been through that ordeal alone twice now and I know what a difficult time it can be.I shut off the mower and raced into the house to call. She said she would appreciate my going with her and would come up to get me. So together we took Buddy to the vets and together we buried him.
It seemed a somewhat strange thing to do seeing how it was just a year or so ago we were not even speaking. Let's just say we had a falling out and didn't like each other . But one day we had a big fight and cleared the air between us. We put all the bad feelings behind us and started over in our friendship.
Now look at us. Here we were sharing this most personal experience together. I comforted her as she cried over the loss of her beloved friend and we talked about my dogs and my experience .
I'm glad we are friends again and I'm glad I could be there for her today.
So long Buddy.
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