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Default Screw in flourescent light bulbs.

On Wed, 10 Dec 2008 20:24:26 -0000, Michael A. Terrell wrote:

Peter Hucker wrote:

On Tue, 09 Dec 2008 20:12:38 -0000, Michael A. Terrell wrote:

Peter Hucker wrote:

On Tue, 09 Dec 2008 19:49:11 -0000, Michael A. Terrell wrote:

Peter Hucker wrote:

On Tue, 09 Dec 2008 19:14:26 -0000, Michael A. Terrell wrote:

What part of CFL lamps overheating and catching on fire goes right
over your head?

It only happens extremely occasionally.

A hell of a lot more often than with incandescent lamps.

More often I've seen excessive heat from an incandescent making the fitting brittle, the danger not being fire directly, but the fitting collapsing later on.

A lot of incandescent fixtures are not designed for safe operation of CFL lamps.


You really don't know anything, do you? Some fixtures hold in the
heat. The incandescents & ceramic sockets can handle the heat, but the
thermoplastic in the CFLs melt, the electrolytics overheat and they
fail, or catch on fire.

Considering the heat generation is 75% less with a CFL....

You still don't get it, do you?

I don't get how you manage to overheat something with a quarter of the heat input, no.


The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'girls.' I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!'
Well, the hours passed and the margarita's went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
(Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT'... he didn't seem ****ed off in the least. Whew, I got away with that one!
Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'
When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'oh ****.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.