Were people just that bored with the snow day yesterday?
No one knows how their eyes work?
It’s the same with anything we see; it’s all perception and how your eyes see it. It’s not miraculously two different colors.
Let me just have the Science Teacher explain because he actually did it without expletives like I am more likely to do:
“People keep posting about this damn dress. Here’s the explanation:
It has to do with washing out the rods and cones in our eyes. If you inundate your eyes with white light, you’re going to see the dress as blue and black, because your eyes will lose photosensitivity, kinda like looking at the negative of a photo.
So basically, if you’re looking at the white background of text on the internet before looking at the dress (like most of us would be), you’re going to see a blue and black dress.
For example, when I first looked at the dress, I had been looking at a black screen on my kindle. My eyes weren’t overstimulated by light, so when the dress came up it was white and gold. I scrolled down to look at comments (and seeing a white background throughout), and scrolled up, incredulous that people were seeing a blue dress. But then, sure enough, it looked blue for a few seconds. But it’s only because the parts of my eyes were washed out by the white they had been staring at.”
It’s not that mystical, guys.
Now, this…..THIS, on the other hand, is pretty damn mystical. Why aren’t we more concerned about this?
How do you lose a house? What kind of weed are you smoking? Seriously?
So we managed to get a two hour delay this morning (both Devon’s and my respective county’s) even though mine had to wait until 5am to call it so I still had to wake up.
But it was a sheet of ice outside. Devon slipped and fell when he walked down our steps this morning. I almost slipped in the parking lot of my school because it’s barely plowed. So much fail due to snow. So much fail.
Want spring now.
What? Yes, though.
So, there was a Super Bowl commercial for Sprint. I didn’t realize it was a Super Bowl commercial because it plays pretty regularly on Game Show Network (we love old school Match Game in our house, don’t judge). It’s very…….unexpected….
It’s also ridiculously hilarious. I don’t know if it’s because it’s so silent and all the sudden a goat is screaming, or what. But every time, I die. Devon dies. I think he actually hyperventilated at one moment. It’s so bad.
And Devon being Devon managed to find the original Screaming Goat clip.
But he’s evil. Not only does he decide to make it his text message notification on his phone (and continues to crack up every time he gets a text) but he’s tormenting me with it.
I woke up around 6am on Monday morning to go to the bathroom, come back to bed, notice that he changed positions (not unusual). All of the sudden about a minute later, as I’m drifting back off to sleep, I hear a screaming goat behind me. Mind you, I was half asleep, so I wasn’t entirely sure that’s what I heard so I’m slowly turning my head to look behind me and all the sudden Devon’s head pops up to see what my reaction was and I can see the light from his Kindle under the blanket.
Him popping up startles me so I can’t say anything coherent and he’s laughing like a maniac. He told me that he queued it up on his Kindle before he went to sleep. So I’m like, “you were just waiting for me to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?”. He’s like, “No, I was actually just going to play it in your ear while you were sleeping and see what you would do”.
Evil. I proceeded to hide his Kindle from him after assaulting him with my pillow (while he’s still laughing crazily).
The commercial itself is hilarious, although half asleep at 6am, it’s mildly terrifying.
I, now, must seek revenge.
Friday nights are my most favorite time of the week. It’s a glorious time. I (and all my coworkers) run out of the door as fast as the kids do. I actually think were more excited than the kids are most of the time.
Now, I don’t do anything “overly exciting” on Friday nights. In fact this meme pretty much sums up my end of the work week.
I mean, I do have feet, though. I don’t know about the character on the right, she seems a bit foot-less.
But there is nothing better than coming home after a long and rough week; getting into some super soft and comfy PJs, popping in a movie, having a drink, nomming a snack and enjoying some quiet time.
You couldn’t pay me to go out and party and whatnot. It’s just not me. I enjoy the quiet and relaxation of being home with Devon and my little girl cat and just hanging out. Besides, it’s cold outside. Me no likey.