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Tired Friday Morning
Nov. 20th, 2009 07:48 amRainy Thursday + hours of reviewing paperwork + grueling workout = tired Mark
And staying up late(r) for the "Project Runway" finale didn't help. I wont give away the winner, all three were talented designers, but I felt the winner's work was very costume-y. She threw stuff down that runway that no sane person would wear, not that it's a requirement.
The other day I had to hunt down this little hand-held gadget in my office. It's called "The Stimulator." Back in the early 1990's, the infomercials for the "Stimulator" was on every morning and late at night, hosted by Lee Meriwether, who I am guessing wasn't getting by on her royalty checks from "Barnaby Jones." All you had to do was push the end of this little baby against a sore joint or painful spot and it would send a minor jolt of electricity and the pain would be gone. Evel Knievel endorsed it and considering how much joint pain he must have had, I would suspect he hooked the thing up to a car battery or a lightning rod for relief. It had a long list of pains and aches it would treat, including menstrual cramps, though I can't imagine where you'd have to aim the thing to relieve those.
The joke was on everyone who ordered the thing, as in reality it was nothing more than a gas grill ignitor with finger grips. The medical claims were unsubstantiated. According to news reports, the guy who sold them made millions from it and then was required to pay everyone back after he was taken to court for fraud.
This morning with my foggy head and sore body, I wonder if a jolt of electricity would be as energizing as my morning mug of caffeine. I doubt it. I was always a bigger fan of chemistry than physics.
And staying up late(r) for the "Project Runway" finale didn't help. I wont give away the winner, all three were talented designers, but I felt the winner's work was very costume-y. She threw stuff down that runway that no sane person would wear, not that it's a requirement.
The other day I had to hunt down this little hand-held gadget in my office. It's called "The Stimulator." Back in the early 1990's, the infomercials for the "Stimulator" was on every morning and late at night, hosted by Lee Meriwether, who I am guessing wasn't getting by on her royalty checks from "Barnaby Jones." All you had to do was push the end of this little baby against a sore joint or painful spot and it would send a minor jolt of electricity and the pain would be gone. Evel Knievel endorsed it and considering how much joint pain he must have had, I would suspect he hooked the thing up to a car battery or a lightning rod for relief. It had a long list of pains and aches it would treat, including menstrual cramps, though I can't imagine where you'd have to aim the thing to relieve those.The joke was on everyone who ordered the thing, as in reality it was nothing more than a gas grill ignitor with finger grips. The medical claims were unsubstantiated. According to news reports, the guy who sold them made millions from it and then was required to pay everyone back after he was taken to court for fraud.
This morning with my foggy head and sore body, I wonder if a jolt of electricity would be as energizing as my morning mug of caffeine. I doubt it. I was always a bigger fan of chemistry than physics.
