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That mighta been the last of those goofy spiral fuckers. I'm not going to miss 'em, even though they were troopers, one and all, but they always bugged me because they'd skip a beat or two between switch and illuminating. I never stopped noticing... starting to be concerned the frickin' bulb had died. That might sound weird, but, evidently, once my molecules decide something for me, they're bloody well not going to stop, even in THIRTY years. So there's one minuscule stressor gone.
pipe up any time....
