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More Stuff I Wonder About.

Is French salad dressing really French?

I still think Carmen SanDiego is in SanDiego. Shouldn't that be obvious?

Allen's grocery store. It went out of business more than a year ago, yet even still, its neon lights display half the letters in its name at nightfall. Who pays the bill?

There's a homeless man I've given granola bars to many times. There's a corner in my little city where he can be seen begging most nights. He wears a beret. Why a beret?

The average-sized taco shop a few blocks south of me has four open signs, two in the south side windows, two in the west side windows. I have always wondered why they have four. On Thanksgiving day they missed one, and it was glowing all day and through the night even though there wasn't another glimmer of light or life inside the place.

How to say that I have astigmatism. I was diagnosed with it two years ago. I thought for the longest time that "stigmatism" was a noun and that "a" was an indefinite article. But no... "astigmatism" is a noun all together. So now I have to remember that "astigmatism" by itself is a condition, just like I could tell people "I have scoliosis..." I would never say "I have a scoliosis" but for some reason I still trip myself up wondering if I should tell people that I have "an astigmatism."

If you need to enjoy some relief from my reverie, while simultaneously enjoying someone else's... take a look at this vid by Rhett & Link:





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  1. did some research and i can confirm that french dressing was in fact invented in the united states

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