My general observations, rants even, of the world around us. I consider it therapy. My cardiologist endorses the activity because it keeps my blood pressure manageable. There's no telling what you might find here, so fasten your seatbelt, I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I'll defend my LGBT friends with my 2nd Amendment rights and think we should spend marijuana tax revenue with fiscal restraint. I often write quickly and edit poorly, due to a desire to get thoughts down before I forget them.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
As anyone in my family will tell you, if I ever find the person responsible for packinging things in those awful plastic blister packs I’m likely to become homicidal. At the very least I’ll certainly smack them around (anyone that sadistic is certainly in need of punishment.) One of the best presents I received this past Christmas cured all of my package opening woes (the kids have come to call it “Dad’s favorite plastic” over the years after hearing my less-than-kind words as I struggled with the various packaging combinations that these sick people have come up with) Everyone needs a set of these:
They are offset, so you can cut the edge of the packaging without cutting your hands, and you don’t have to worry about injuring yourself hacking through the plastic with a pocketknife. If I find the person who invented these little jewels I’ll shake their hand and buy them a beverage.