Fresh on the heels of ironing lemon pledge into a bunch of shirts, I just accidentally sprinkled Arm & Hammer kitty litter deodorizer all over the floor thinking it was carpet and room deodorizer.
Fabulous. I hope there isn’t much difference between the two, as they are both baking soda based.
I really need to start reading labels.
Man, you need a woman.
Since when did you become a clumsy, Clousteau-esque waiter?
Say “chowder,” Frenchie! Say it…..
Every time you say something like that, Amanda Marcotte cries.
If it makes you feel better I put the lid on a protein transfer gel box on backwards today so that my stupid proteins ran into the stupid buffer. In my defense some numbnuts had repaired the box so that both electrodes were red (it’s usually one red and one black), but I probably should have noticed that.
Doesn’t it make you feel better to know that your commenters are just as much a bunch of bumbling nincompoops. Jeff Goldstein’s commenters probably win Nobels and stuff.
“Every time you say something like that, Amanda Marcotte cries.”
That’s because she wants you. She just can’t admit it.
I think she’d understand as a fellow feline lover. She too would be concerned you’d have a major domestic malfunction and then what would your cat do?
You do know why you exist, right?
On the subject of not reading labels closely enough, when I was putting together my lawnmower I accidentally put the oil in the gas tank. No permanent harm done though, just drained it out and filled everything correctly…although the mower smoked like hell the first few times I ran it.
Jeez, John, next time you’ll be posting from the hospital, saying, “Rat poison? I thought it was granulated sugar I was putting in my coffee!”
By the way, did you ever get the Lemon Pledge out of your shirts?
For the love of God, John…
Don’t buy rat poison. It looks just like the box for Skinny N Sweet… except for the skull and crossbones.
Must be something in the air today. I was going to take a shortcut through a darkened conference room this afternoon, and saw someone, heading in my direction, through the window next to the door. I stepped back to let him pass, and then realized it was my own reflection.
I thought the sweater looked familiar….
Sleep-deprived again, John?
My lab’s getting a safety inspection next week. John, please pick another time to tour the linear accelerator.
John, John, John, John
Now, see, even though I was an English major in college and haven’t done anything more complicated with computer programming than HTML tags in 5 years, stuff like this is part of why I’m such a geek, I think. Can you imagine anything more entertaining than “If it makes you feel better I put the lid on a protein transfer gel box on backwards today so that my stupid proteins ran into the stupid buffer. In my defense some numbnuts had repaired the box so that both electrodes were red (it’s usually one red and one black), but I probably should have noticed that.”?
Or, even better, just picture the fallout (pun intended) from “John, please pick another time to tour the linear accelerator.”
You don’t have to be an engineer to laugh at them. My job is %60 secretary-type stuff, so my mistakes are boring ones like telling my boss the caller is his friend Kyle when it’s really a Kyla from another state, or whatever her name was.
Perfect! You qualify to clean up after Katrina.
Gotta stop drinking at lunch.
Just a passing diagnosis. When I suffer from those inexplicable lapses it is because of AD (Alcohol Deficiency) proper doses of good liquor usually clears it up.
The really important question here is: do your cats know the difference.
‘Cause if not, things could ugly.
Then there’s the one about an ex-boss of mine who mistakenly thought Ben-Gay was K-Y jelly! OUCH.
I believe both are primarily baking soda, don’t worry about it.
Sorry, bad reading comprehension. You already said that.