I just had one of those high-efficiency CFLs blow in the kitchen, something I’ve never been witness to before. It produced a single pop, not unlike a single kernel of corn popping. This was followed by a sort of “bombs away” descending whine, accompanied by a boiling liquid sound, at which point I turned off the light. To add to this early morning multimedia spectacle, the kitchen then filled with an odor somewhere between burning plastic and gunpowder. The interwebs say all of this is normal for a dying CFL and I’m not going to get instant Alzheimer’s from some mercury leak from the thing. Still, me, my bourbon on the rocks and my pal tumblr are all hiding here in the office while the exhaust fan in the kitchen deals with the olfactory portion of the mess.