Bad Idea Generator

Last night I drank 32 flounces of prune juice, just to see what would happen. I won't go into detail, but your first impression was correct.

Visible Salt

Okay, the company my dad works for (see below--he's the Kingpin) has a new product called Visible Salt. First thing that popped into my head was the Visible Man plastic models that grossed me out in my younger years... sort of an inside out view of salt. Salt, if I remember correctly, looks pretty much the same inside as it does outside. But (BUT!) not if you color the salt blue.


You see, salt sorta disappears when you put it on food in reasonable quantities. This makes it hard to put on food in reasonable quantities since you don't really know when to stop. Welllll, if you color said salt blue, it shows up better on stuff. I've tested it, it's fascinating, the theory is sound, and it's still salt. Not to demean salt, it's just that the taste isn't altered in any way. Visible Salt. There are other plans in place for the product as well. My gratis bottles of free spices from The Hoard never really make clear if they're in beta or pre-release, and I didn't sign any NDA's. So I hope I'm not giving McCormick any ideas.

Disavowal

I had a whole post going about my sister being on her high school's softball team. In light of recent and upcoming events, I killed it. Let's not get into who laid generalizations onto what, or who called his own sister by what moniker, or what recent or upcoming events frightened me so, but you know, I'm 28 and single and I'm really not going to take any chances at this point.


Oh, and hello to my new reader (2 and counting!). Get back to work, jackass!

Pooh Goes East

So I'm dusting off the old blog since Pooh decided to jump in. I don't particularly want to advertise who I am, but Pooh's an old buddy. We have similar rings with different numbers on them and lived no more than 20 feet from each other for a couple of years. Actually, since our dorm made the Drudge Report last year, I probably don't want to advertise exactly where this was, either. Pooh (he doesn't share his real name so I won't) went to Iraq as a civilian contractor. He's working for Reviled-by-the-left Corporation #221, doing good things for the rebuilding effort. On the one hand, I'm not about to leave Texas for a year. On the other hand, I wish I liked my job less so I could jump on board that. So that's the Pooh-bear.