Droppin' Hard Science

Wednesday, January 24, 2007 | comments (4)
In case you were wondering, eating Ranch-style dressing that is one year and four months beyond its expiration date will, in fact, make you physically ill. Cath confirmed, and I bore witness to this around midnight last night. That's my baby: doing the hard science so the rest of us don't have to. Of course, to take advantage of this knowledge you must be able to successfully employ a skill most often referred to as 'reading.' Sadly, neither Cath nor myself can help you in this area. We can confirm, however, that relying solely on your sense of smell will get you nowhere.

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thanks for sharing the results of her experiment. i know so many scientists are worried about keeping their knowledge secret for as long as possible.

:-( i hope she's feeling better!

Posted by sparkle on Jan 24, 2007 at 4:23:58 PM
What a terrible and tragic reminder.

Posted by Kbee on Jan 24, 2007 at 5:18:23 PM
unfortunately as an actual scientist, i kinda have to know.....was it expelled......ummmm....you know....coming or going.

Posted by j on Jan 24, 2007 at 7:54:14 PM
j: It is important to make sure these things are accurate. Coming, unfortunately.

kbee: Yeah. We shouldn't need these kind of reminders.

sparkle: She's feeling much better. It was a pretty quick thing.

Posted by Rothko on Jan 24, 2007 at 8:46:38 PM
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