Archive for May, 2009

Pricing FAIL

21 May 2009

My husband said I should send this to the FAIL blog, but I am not really a fan of that blog.  However, I find this amusing enough for my own blog:


I took this photo with my phone, hence the poor quality.  But I love the $97.61 per QUART SAVE $2.00 !  On a 1.5-quart container of ice cream priced at $4.49!  The best part?  I first noticed this on Tuesday, when I went to buy ice cream to go with the strawberry-rhubarb crumble I was making to use the CSA rhubarb we got Monday.  I reported it to customer service, where an older gentleman tried to inform me that the store is required by law to post the unit price of the product, and I had to patiently explain that $97.61 was outrageous for a quart of ice cream.  Today, TWO days later, I saw that the bad labels (oh yeah, most of the ice cream in the case has similar labels!) were still there and reported it to customer service again.  We’ll see if they ever do something about it.

UPDATE: On Friday (3 days after the original complaint) the labels were still wrong.  I complained again, this time mentioning the FAIL blog and also mentioning how people around the world view it.  Today, Saturday, the labels had all been exchanged for corrected ones.


18 May 2009

I have so many posts to write, and I keep not writing them.  In the meantime, you can see the videos I made at Hershey Park at our annual physics field trip.  I put them on YouTube, where I now have my own “channel” at

Here is one of my videos:

Food for grumpy

7 May 2009

Hi, I’m back.

Grumpy is me.  This is my dinner.


Today was one of 6 days this century when the date is written (here in the US) as three consecutive odd numbers.  05/07/09.  So, it was an “odd day.”  It was unusual for me in several respects.

Since Monday, I’ve been dizzy and I can hear myself blinking.  It’s probably because I didn’t bother getting a new prescription for Lexapro and I ran out of it last week.  But it sure is odd!  I can only hear the blinking when it is quiet enough in the room, and then it is a faint “tsst” corresponding to the electrical impulses in the muscles that move when I blink.  In retrospect, I think my doctor might have warned me not to stop taking my meds abruptly.  But when I quit taking Zoloft over 10 years ago I had no symptoms, and I was clueless that this might happen.

I was supposed to be in a focus group this evening, and I stayed at school late so I could drive straight there from school without having a useless 20 minutes at home.  On the drive, I ran over an “S hook” and punctured a tire.  Rear passenger side.  It stayed inflated long enough for me to pull into a parking lot, and deflated spectacularly when I pulled the hook out.  The hook isn’t even sharp!  Pressure = force over area, indeed.  But it was late enough that after I finished replacing the flat with the emergency spare and made it to a garage, the garages were either closed or had enough work to take them through to closing.  One offered to take the tire and patch it first thing in the morning, but for some reason garages never open as early as I go to work.  I WOULD have left the car, but having made a doctor appointment for tomorrow (the dizziness is getting pretty annoying, actually) that requires me to leave work early means that getting a ride from another teacher doesn’t work.  So I will drive to school and back tomorrow on the emergency spare, which I am not happy about, but whatever.

Since I had planned to be in the focus group all evening and they were supposed to feed me and pay me $75, we hadn’t planned on dinner tonight.  My wonderful, comforting husband (after I called him about my change of plans) had put on the rice cooker, since rice is very comforting.  But I got home HUNGRY and the rice wasn’t done.  So I  opened the fridge.

Oh, fortune!

I found the remainder of a can of white beans (left over from the Cinco de Mayo quesadillas I made Tuesday), the remainder of a jar of artichoke hearts (the rest had gone into pasta, and I think a pizza too), a packet of baby carrots (courtesy of Keiko’s visit weeks ago and still hiding in the fridge), some old but still crispy celery, part of a vidalia onion, and part of a bag of spinach (I think most of it was in the lasagne we had on Sunday).  Pile it all in a bowl, chopped into small pieces (the beans are small enough already).  Add parsley, salt, pepper, red wine vinegar, olive oil, and STIR.

Grumpy had dinner, and didn’t share.

I’m feeling less grumpy now, and I think it is past time for bed already.