Wojo’s World®: Observations, Rants, and a Kick in the Pants

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Occasionally, I such as to do among these columns. It’& rsquo; s not going to have to do with a details topic. However instead, points that have frustrated me, amazed me, or simply usually taken space up in my head.

I typically create all these thoughts down on tiny scraps of paper, as well as placed them in a data folder for Wojo’& rsquo; s Globe. A few of these thoughts, while interesting, sadly put on’& rsquo; t require a whole column blogged about them alone.

Ready? Below we go & hellip;

Why are designs either so pleased regularly or they resemble they’& rsquo; re just smelled something disgusting? (I’& rsquo; m presuming this is the “& ldquo; attractive appearance & rdquo;?)What are they happy concerning? Are their watches actually that fantastic?

And also why are they frequently looking off right into the distance as well as aiming at something—– occasionally when there aren’& rsquo; t any type of various other models around? Do they understand that nobody else is near them? Do they care?

Or are they just flaunting their abovementioned watches?

What about the underclothing advertisements? You normally see females by themselves. However men? Guys are usually standing around in groups of three—– in their underclothing—– poking fun at something.

I asked my hubby as well as our neighbor about this. They’& rsquo; re’both guys. Below & rsquo; s the decision: people just do this in advertisements. Not in the locker space at school. Not at the storage locker area at the fitness center.

As well as absolutely not at the storage locker room in a nation club. Enjoyable fact: I review that you are twice as likely to be killed by a vending machine than by a shark.

A CANDY MACHINE. So here & rsquo; s what I wish to know: how come I check out quite a number of tales every year regarding shark strikes, yet not a one regarding a vending equipment falling over and eliminating somebody.

I did what I constantly do when I’& rsquo; m bewildered nowadays. I Googled it. What I found was unbelievable & hellip;

Instead of actual tales of someone getting secured by vending maker, I found lots of stories asking if this truth was true. According to various researches, anywhere from four to 13 people are eliminated by vending devices each year.

That brings me to these questions—– if this is true, why exist no Candy Machine Weeks on the Exploration Network, as well as why hasn’& rsquo; t anybody made the cheesy movie Vendingnado?

It makes me question & hellip;

An additional enjoyable fact: Human beings share 50% of their DNA with bananas.

I consumed a banana today. Does that make me a cannibal? Did I simply potentially ingest part of a family member? Is that why Bananas in Pajamas became a point? Seriously?

Will I ever before be able to eat bananas again?

(That last one I currently understand the answer to—– an unquestionable Yes! I like them too much!)

Last fun fact of this column: The probability of any person drinking a glass of water which contains a particle of water that has actually additionally actually passed through a dinosaur—– a freaking dinosaur!—– is 100%.

Not 50% like our friend, the banana.

Nope. 100%.

Considering how much I enjoy dinosaurs and fossils as well as such, I just can’& rsquo; t choose if I & rsquo; m thrilled or completely disgusted.

I’& rsquo; m mosting likely to choose delighted. Primarily due to the fact that I consume alcohol a lots of water regularly and also don’& rsquo; t want to stop.

I indicate, it’& rsquo; s been filtered as well as all. So it’& rsquo; s not like I & rsquo; ll be consuming a glass of water as well as spew out a tiny dinosaur tooth.

Gag & hellip; sputter & hellip; spit & hellip;

Okay. We’& rsquo;

ve proceeding & hellip; My last idea for this column: when your printer starts to run low on ink, do you do what I do? I call it The Ink Dance. When the laser ink runs reduced in my printer, an aggravating light goes on the top of it.

I utilized to go nuts and right away go to my neighborhood workplace supply store and invest a ton of cash on a brand-new one.

Currently, though, I put on’& rsquo; t change it as soon as possible. I usually would order one within a week or 2, today I wear’& rsquo; t even do that. Why? You might be asking on your own. Since that light is a phony.

Below’& rsquo; s what you do: you take the ink cartridge out. And after that you start to drink it around. Delve it. Relocate that body! You’& rsquo; re probably melting at the very least a number of calories.

Even much better, though? You’& rsquo; re expanding the life of your ink cartridge.

ALL DUE TO THE POWER OF THE INK DANCING!

Last time, I did The Ink Dance, I got a back-up cartridge about a month later. Periodically, I would certainly do this dance. And also you know what?

It took almost a year—– an entire year of printing!!!—– for the cartridge to really and ultimately go out.

And I print a lot & hellip;

Thanks for joining me in this week’& rsquo; s journey with my head. Your regular type of Wojo’& rsquo; s World column will return next week.

Unless, that is, I begin thinking about a lot of non-sequiturs again. Due to the fact that it can occur & hellip;

Michele “& ldquo; Wojo & rdquo; Wojciechowski, when she’& rsquo; s not inscribing notes down on little notepads to get the ideas out of her head, creates “& ldquo; Wojo & rsquo; s World & reg; & rdquo; from Baltimore. She & rsquo; s additionally the writer of the acclaimed publication Next Time I Relocate, They’& rsquo; ll Lug Me Out in a Box. You can get in touch with Wojo on or on.

Did you understand that Wojo has an e-newsletter? It’& rsquo; s packed with enjoyable tales, truths, and competitions. And also she won’& rsquo; t spam you because she doesn’& rsquo; t’recognize exactly how, and also it & rsquo; s negative Fate. Email her at Wojo@WojosWorld.com to subscribe.

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