I just got back from the grocery store with a bag that says (Lydia is not making this up), "This is a recyclable bag that will reduce greenhouse gases and save our planet."
I'm not sure which is worse, the writer's naivete about environmentalism or the fact that he probably has no idea that what he wrote means that one paper bag will save the planet.
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Lydia,
Off topic, but just wanted to let you know that I appreciated your comments over at 4-W re the FMA debate, to wit:
"On purely (and I do mean purely) prudential grounds, I recommend state amendments. I worry about what a federal amendment would be used to do. There is a sense in which writing an amendment to the federal Constitution is like handing the federal courts a blank sheet on which they will write whatever they like. One doesn't mean to do that, but it could come to that. For example, if a federal amendment doesn't prohibit civil unions, some crazy federal court could rule that that means states _must_ have civil unions, or recognize other states' civil unions. And so forth. In my own state, our state Supreme Court tends to be more disciplined as far as sticking to what laws and the state constitution actually mean rather than telling lies about them."
-Terry
Thanks, Terry. I'm glad you appreciated it.
Your punishment for having posted an OT remark is that now you have to say how funny my paper bag post is. :-)
"Your punishment for having posted an OT remark is that now you have to say how funny my paper bag post is."
LOL. Yeah, the post is very funny. The simple existence of Lydia's (recyclable) paper bag will save the planet. Aren't you glad that someone thought to print that on the bag. Otherwise how could you ever have known?
By the way, you do realize, do you not, that if you choose not to recycle this particular bag, your choice will destroy the planet? ;-)
One bag to rule them all, one bag to find them.
One bag recycled evermore once the petrol plant refined them.
There's an upside to this: If I do cast the One Bag into Mount Recycle Bin, it'll be all over. I'll have to find a way to explain it to the Sierra Club missionaries when they come to my door, though: "It's okay, guys. I took care of it. You know that bag that was going to save the planet? Well, I recycled it."
I don't understand the mechanism by which the bag will reduce gases, let alone save the planet. I guess if you don't eat it or burn it.
How did they make the bag? Were any gases emitted in production?
I bet you didn't know Zippy's a poet. You probably still don't.
If they tried to say what they really mean, it wouldn't sound nearly so catchy.
I liked Zippy's poem, but even better I liked Eldest Daughter's attempt (when I told her about Zippy's poem) to do it in the language of Mordor. I couldn't write it down, though. My Black Language spelling skills are a bit rusty.
I bet you didn't know Zippy's a poet. You probably still don't.
Roses are red. Violets are blue.
Whatever, man.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When you open up Photoshop,
And mess with the hue
(and yes, much bag hilarity, there...)
I shouldn't have said anything.
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