…about hot weather is those ceiling fans. Hey, don't get me wrong. The ceiling fans are the biggest arrow in our meager conditioned airless quiver, and I'm very grateful for them. The problem is that our ceilings aren't especially high, so there's always the chance that I'll forget about those rapidly spinning blades and change my shirt while standing beneath them.
Absentmindedly sticking my hand into those whirling blades is enough to make me piss myself in surprise.
Not that I've ever done that. I'm just sayin'.
posted at 07/31/2006 10:30 pm : Permalink
Categorized General : Tagged ceiling fan
Ceiling fan-
we debate the nature
of clockwise
posted at 06/17/2006 06:59 pm : Permalink
Categorized Haiku and poetry : Tagged ceiling fan
There's a ceiling fan in my office. It has four lights with glass shrouds that vaguely resemble tulips.
One of those lights is burnt out.
It's working at three-quarters of its potential. Which is a lot more than I can say about myself.
posted at 12/06/2005 03:42 pm : Permalink
Categorized At work : Tagged ceiling fan