I forgot to mention in my last post that a) in the last year or so I’ve inexplicably developed a keen sense of smell, and b) it saved Jenn and I from burning to death last night.
I have no idea what’s going with my nose. I would say I’ve only ever had an average or below average sense of smell — I was used to being around people who would be like “whoah, what is that horrendous stench” when I couldn’t smell anything at all. But now I’m that person, noticing smells that no one around me does. I like it, of course, because it’s like suddenly having keener vision or hearing. It’s a bonus. I feel like a really lame superhero but a superhero nonetheless.
And last night, I had turned my bedside lamp on and then went to brush my teeth. When I came back in the room, I smelled something hot, like when your dear wife leaves your vintage toaster oven on at full blast with nothing in it. Alarmed, I exited the room to see if the smell was stronger closer to the kitchen since the toaster oven was my first thought. But the smell wasn’t as strong there so I went back into the bedroom and looked around at what it could be. My bedside lamp, the one I’ve had for about a decade, was the culprit. Somehow the lampshade had half popped off, allowing its weird fabric to rest on the hot incandescent bulb. The bulb had melted right through the fabric! I put the shade back on properly and we marveled at how that’s never happened before, and how lucky we are it didn’t burst into flame. It’s obviously time to get some small LED bulbs for the bedside lamps.
So there you go. As if you weren’t riveted by my previous post, now I’ve got you on the edge of your seat contemplating LED vs incandescent light bulbs. It’s just a thrill-a-minute here at Crimson Highway.
Btw, I hate it when people learn that I have a blog, ask what it’s called, and then when I tell them they say something polite like “oh that’s an interesting name for a blog” when they obviously think it’s weird or dumb. Fuck man, it’s just a random name that doesn’t mean anything. It’s a lyric I like from an old Danzig song, and I needed a name for a blog. That’s it. I don’t need anyone to pretend it’s deep or super cool and patronize me over it.
In case you’re interested, the lyric I like is in reference to Cain killing his brother Abel, how the blood was “like a crimson highway/spreading out from his forehead to the ground.” I thought the word ‘highway’ was an odd, neat choice. It injects a strange contemporary vibe into this otherwise biblical scene.