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Do not adjust your computer screen. What you are seeing is real. This Groupon actually employs the term “trashcan fire” to describe the glow one gets from spa services. TRASHCAN FIRE. I can only guess that this is an attempt to make the language of coupons seem cool and edgy. But that’s not the best part…

The best part is that it made me wonder, for a full minute, what a facial extension does.

I think it’s this.

Also, as if that weren’t enough, the email itself appears to have been sent out unfinished. Check out the closing paragraph:

Choose from three options:

  • $30 for a basic facial
  • $39 for…

and then, nothing!

Yep, this made my day.

We saw the final Harry Potter movie and it was…well, it could have been better. I’m not one of those judgmental Susies who deride Harry Potter as a gateway to adult readings of Thomas The Tank Engine. Rather,  I liked the books — and enjoyed catching the movies– very much. But the earth just didn’t move for me with this one.

The air conditioning was pretty wicked, though.

To turn lemons into lemonade, I’ve made a few graphics illustrating possible alternatives to the decidedly utilitarian title of “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2.”

Spoiler alert for the spoiler averse.

Credit where due: this is Mr. Max’s gag. But I done the photoshoppin’.

Yoda says kill him off or don’t. There is no try.

Was I the only one scarred by this?

It could have been worse; at least it wasn’t slash fanfiction.

I woke up one morning last week with a phrase in my mind.

The phrase was “Morons! The Musical.”

I have no idea what it means.

Maybe my sleeping mind was doing a riff on “Repo! The Genetic Opera”…? Or maybe it has something to do with a childhood spent at regional theater productions of 70’s musicals. Or it’s just a really cynical way to start a morning.

No matter the origin, “Morons! The Musical” is a neologism of great potential. Consider the versatility:

Declarative: “The instructions for assembling this unit were written by the composers for ‘Morons! The Musical.'”

Interrogative: “What is this, the tryouts for the revival of ‘Morons! The Musical?'”

Imperative: “Put the recycling in the correct bins, otherwise you might find yourself with a front-row ticket to ‘Morons! The Musical.'”

Exclamatory: (simply) “Morons! The Musical.”

Mr. Max even added a new twist: “Coming to a theater near you…’Morons! The Musical.'”

Try it. You’ll like it.

I made the graphic below to illustrate my inexplicable fondness for this silly joke. Enjoy.