About five minutes ago now, I walked into my living room, turned on the floor lamp next to the easy chair — and there was a brief flash, and a couple of orange sparks drifting down. Fortunately, they died before reaching the carpet, so I'm not dealing with a fire. So, anyway, I turned on another light and prepared to unscrew the now-dead lightbulb ... only it wasn't there. I looked down, and there was the bulb, or at least the glass-and-filament portion, lying on my floor. Apparently this particular failure mode caused that part of the bulb to shoot away from the metal base, which is still screwed into the lamp, and land about a foot, maybe even a foot-and-a-half, in front of it. I stared at this and muttered aloud, "Well. I never saw anything like that happen before." I can't recall ever having heard of a bulb failing quite like that, either.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.