My Pam Cooking Spray Glitch In The Matrix

I posted this to Reddit in their Glitch in the Matrix subreddit, and because I’m online with a bunch of shitty people, because the two go hand in hand, I got a ton of smart ass comments that showed they didn’t even bother reading the post. So I deleted it to save my own mental well being and I’m posting it here.

A while back I had my wife order us a can of Pam cooking spray. It sat on the counter with the small amount of seasonings I use when I cook. When it started to run low I told my wife to order us two more.

We currently don’t have a usable car, so we have our stuff delivered. We don’t leave the house, and nobody comes here. And she’s not the type of person who would prank me in any way. I feel I need to clear these things up now because of the comments I got on Reddit.

We got those two cans a couple weeks ago, and I set them on the counter together, separate from the old can, and I used the old can until it was gone. We don’t use it every day. It ran out 3 days ago and I threw it away. I remember doing that. Again, to cross off all the boxes, I took that garbage out of the can and threw it in the big can outside, and it was picked up yesterday morning.

Yesterday is also when I went to fry some eggs and saw 3 cans of Pam on the counter again, the two new ones together, and a third by itself where the old can was. Not only that, but it had a little spray left in it, enough that I used it and there’s still some in it.

Since we got together in 2007, these two times we’ve bought Pam cooking spray or even used it are the only two times we’ve ever bought it.

Where did it come from? Why did it come back? And why that? Seems to be a weird thing to come back, and our missing casserole dishes or DVDs would be great things to come back, but so far, nope. Instead we get extra Pam.

My Dad’s Glitch In The Matrix

This happened to my dad a few years ago while driving through Georgia. He used to drive from Indiana to Florida every Fall and come back in the Spring. And he didn’t take the highway, either. He took US 27, which like I-75, goes from Michigan to Florida, except it’s more scenic. My dad has always been a vagabond, and he enjoyed the drive to and from more so than the time spent there. Maybe, he did a lot of partying there, so maybe not.

If I had to guess, I’d say this happened 15 to 20 years ago. He was driving through Georgia and while on a stretch of road that went through the country, he came upon a bar. There was a long driveway to it, as it sat way off the road, and there was a sign for it near the road that said Charlie Daniels was playing there that night. He went to the bar, found out it was only a couple dollars to get in for the show, and he sat there and drank until the show later in the evening.

A year later he was driving through, recognized his surroundings, and kept an eye out, but as he got close, he discovered the bar wasn’t there. Not only was it not there, the driveway wasn’t there, the sign wasn’t there, and he said it looked as if nothing had ever been there. The grass was all grown up and there were a bunch of trees where the bar should’ve been.

Confused, he drove down the road and saw a gas station, so he stopped to get gas. When he went in he saw the employee there and a police officer hanging out. He asked the employee if the bar down the road had gone out of business and she asked what bar. He told her of his last trip there and seeing Charlie Daniels play in the bar. She said there has never been a bar there, and the officer told him not only was there never a bar there, it was a dry county.

Dad said the officer looked at him as if he were on some kind of drugs, so dad left and went back by there to have another look. He knew it was the right spot, but still to this day can’t come to terms with it not being there.

Strange News Sunday: Mike The Chicken

Have you ever heard the legend of Mike The Headless Chicken? I had never in my 41 years heard of it until the other day when my dad brought it up to me, so I thought I’d have some fun looking it up.

And damn, if it wasn’t true.

Back in 1945, farmer Lloyd Olsen and his wife Clara were killing and cleaning chickens to eat on their farm in Fruita, Colorado. He’d chop the head off and she would clean it. Of the 40 or 50 they killed, one continued to run around. The saying, “running around like a chicken with its head cut off” is a true saying, because chickens will do that. But usually only for a few minutes.

Not Mike. He ran around, and continued running around for 18 months.

Strange News Sunday – Arresting Winter

From down the street at ABC News’ place comes this fantastic story of a police department in New York getting fed up with winter, so they arrested it.

The Depew Police Department announced on their Facebook page that they had arrested winter. If any more snow were to fall, they would hold it against winter in court.

They also called out Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog who saw his shadow and predicted 6 more weeks of winter, and said he should turn himself in for his prediction.

It’s a good thing winter is white, cause if it was black they wouldn’t have arrested it, they would’ve just shot it. Don’t be surprised if Punxsutawney Phil ends up being busted with meth or something. I’m sure it will be planted.

Hey, speaking of crooked cops, eight of them in Pilar, Argentina, blamed mice on a half-ton of missing pot. HuffPost reports that there was supposed to be about 13,000 pounds in lockup, but about 1,000 was missing.