The Scott English Show

If you have purchased (or even looked at the prices of) jar candles anytime in the past decade, you’ll know that they cost a fortune (no, I am not talking about the ones that you get at the Dollar Store).

If you’ve purchased Yankee Candle brand jar candles, you’ll know that they cost an arm and a leg.

So when I had a Yankee Candle jar candle with an entirely defective glass jar (no seriously, look at the picture), there was no way that I was just going to throw it out, and there was also no way that I was going to light it so that it could spew its molten love wax all over the place…

Initially, I thought… Mmmm, this is the perfect job for the Handy Man’s ultimate – DUCT TAPE! But the crowds of uncouth heathens shouted me down, and I was forced to come up with a better, more destructive alternative. Damn. Luckily, I had a spare jar from a spent candle. So I went to work on my fallback, and I might add… devious plan…. transplant one candle into the jar of another…

Step one involved a hammer (and quite frankly was the most fun and satisfying step).

Once I had beaten up all the defective glass, and peeled it away (with only minor wounds suffered by yours truly), I was left with a amusingly naked candle.

Which was unfortunately, too girthy to fit into the glass jar of the expended one that I had intended to use as its replacement vessel. Bugger.

So then, out came the serrated knife and Step Two (which happens to be the second most fun and satisfying step of the whole process) – trimming the excess body fat.

Once the candle was taught and trim, I was FINALLY able to get it into the spent jar. And viola a brand new candle is born.

It’s alive… its ALIVE!

“A cryptic message. A hidden artifact. An ancient mystery.”

All part of the blurb describing Dark Fall: The Journal, a point and click adventure game that I was playing last night.

The should have added “A pissy PDA.” to that blurb as well.

You play the brother of an architect whom is redeveloping an, as you soon discover, haunted hotel and train station. He leaves you a troublesome voice mail, and filled with fear for your sibling, you rush off to help him.

But he is nowhere to be found. *cue spooky music*

After bumbling around for a bit you do stumble across his PDA. Fiddling around with it you get this error message (click for a larger version):

Perhaps he didn’t meet a grisly end at the spectral hands of some nasty otherworldy spooks after all…

If his PDA knows what it is talking about, maybe his debt collectors finally caught up with him.

Wait, You Bought A Box of Communion Wafers, And WHAT!?

In an unusually funny collision of buying habits and technology, Amazon.com makes a social comment on some portion of the community. I’d like to think its was an error, or perhaps some snarky developer pulling a quick one over us while giggling and showing his friends. But what if it isn’t?

Take a look at this product in a screenshot from Amazon (click on the thumbnail to see the larger image).

Its a box of Communion Wafers. Not exactly bestseller material, granted, but it does have an unusual distinction that you probably wouldn’t expect from a box of Communion Wafers.  Take a look at the section “Customer’s Who Bought This Item Also Bought”.