I win.

I'm usually an inward laugher. So every time I opened the fridge and saw this label, I would do an inward chuckle. Just look at the circled part! False advertising is funny, no?


I was going to blog a fruity customer review about how the blueberries got to me before the best by date, but they did not arrive in the condition described, yet on account of those standards being so very epic it was understandable, and I'd eat them again. (It's that time of year, when I buy textbooks online and leave customer reviews.) The problem with this is that even though I don't equate flavors with feelings, some people might. If not for kicks and giggles, then possibly because of a particular type of synesthesia.

I would love to have this mentality. It just seems like it would be fun to live in a world where you see colored letters and numbers instead of black print on a white page. It seems useful to see a certain color when you hear a particular musical note. I imagine tuning would be so much easier! Alas, I merely associate letters with colors. When I was a kid it used to irritate me that the letter magnets were always the wrong color. But after a while I didn't give the colors a second thought, I just read. Whereas if my brain had continued to cling to these associations, maybe I'd be reading in color instead of black and white.


Aside from the sneaking suspicion that V should be brown, Y is pink, and Q and Z could be orange, this is how the alphabet should be. Maybe. The letters that are reddish brown have such distinctive shapes that I couldn't get a grip on their distinct colors. Numbers are even trickier. I knew 1,2,6,8,9, and 0 were male while 4 and 5 were female, but 3 and 7 are tricky. And then everything changes color when you put them together! It's as if there's a sense of comradery. Each letter goes, "Hey guys! We're in this word together! Let's have our colors blend!" as though they're on a team and need a uniform. Numbers aren't about unification, though. When you count, they stand alone. When you work equations they don't care if you see the colors clearly because they know the only numbers you care about are the result of the equation. Even the numbers in the final answer don't show their colors clearly, as if they sense they'll soon be separated. I like to blame my difficulty with math on the fact that I never had a good connection with numbers. Here's a line-up of the single digits as they usually appear to be. Those slippery characters...



Personification can be fun. Synesthesia might be fun. Sadly, it's on account of these concepts that the things I was going to chronicle as amusing are no longer laughable, so I'll update with this instead:

To celebrate my brother's birthday my family went to see Tim Hawkins, Bob Smiley, and John Branyan in their rock show comedy palooza. It was highly amusing. I'd be worried if it wasn't since the whole point of a comedy show is to laugh at people. Yeah, you can laugh at people anywhere, but people anywhere have a tendency to not understand why you're laughing or get offended if you think you're laughing at them. Comedians expect to be laughed at and make you pay for the privilege. Then everyone wins!