1930s, United States of America
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Pepsi initially refused his claim: “The Harrier jet in the Pepsi commercial is fanciful and is simply included to create a humorous and entertaining ad.” But Leonard was already lawyered up and ready to fight. His attorneys fired back with “This is a formal demand that you honor your commitment and make immediate arrangements to transfer the new Harrier jet to our client.” Pepsi didn’t budge. Leonard sued, and it went to court.
From Humble Pi: When Math Goes Wrong in the Real World by Matt Parker, and via lithub.com
On Wednesday I registered for my first ever 10K. It’s in May. This was thanks to the encouragement of my husband, who ran the same 10K two years ago, and who is going to run it with me this year. (I definitely would not have even thought to register without his support, for I am, by and large, extremely lazy.)
Today I ran my fastest (indoor) 10K ever.
For a “real runner” this isn’t a great time. In fact, it would be considered pretty slow. Okay, very slow. But it’s the fastest I’ve ever run, and I’m pretty proud of myself. I’ve been running consistently (two to three times a week) for about a year and a half. I’ve been running approximately 10K once a week since October. I’m going to start ramping up now for the 10K race. But the fact that I could run 10K on the treadmill today and not keel over, not even want to stop and walk, felt like a real accomplishment.
Yes I would like to be faster before my run, and yes I will need a lot of training to get there. But today I’m feeling pretty pleased with my progress.
I even dreamed that there was a wikipedia article for them.
I was pleased to learn this morning that this is, in fact, the case. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spaghetti_sandwich
This was the “recipe” post that inspired Lemon Pig, something I saw on twitter a few years ago, but failed to do.
But when it came around again this year, I had to join in. I’m quite proud of my wonky-eyed lemon pig. As soon as it was made, I gave it to my friends children, my honorary niece and nephews, who used it to keep away a “mysterious thing” they heard making noise outside (it was the wind). When they went to bed they took Lemon Pig with them, and I heard them yelling “Good night, Lemon Pig!! Good luck!!”
I’m never again going to miss out on making a Lemon Pig for New Years.