Daily Archives: April 12, 2022
I Think She’ll Know . . .
Jan had a doctor follow-up visit this afternoon, after which we drove over to Texas Huddle for lunch. Although it’s been a while since we’ve been here, it’s one of our favorites, especially mine. And that’s due to the fact that they have a PB&J Bacon Cheeseburger on the menu.
Yes, that means Peanut Butter & Jelly.
We both started with a Side Salad instead of the included fries,
and then Jan got her usual Mushroom Swiss Bacon Burger.
And of course, I got my reason for being here, the PB&J Bacon Cheeseburger.
With Grape jelly, of course.
Really, really, really good. As usual.
Then it was on back down to the League City area and our local WalMart for a few things, before getting back to the rig about 4:30.
We’ve noticed that our park owner, Rob, has been working in the yard across from us, using his small front loader to pile up and haul off the large amount of junk that’s been across the fence from us since we moved here. Things like a couple of junk trucks, a rotting 5th wheel, rusting barrels, and just mounds of generic trash. At first we thought that he was just helping out the people who live in a trailer toward the front of the lot.
But today Rob re-fenced the cleared area and it became obvious.
He’s putting in some more RV sites, maybe 5 or 6 added to the 17 he already has. At least the view in front of our rig is a lot nicer now that all that junk is gone.
Sometimes you’ve just gotta wonder what some people are thinking.
This is the 24 can pack of Coke Zero.
Note the handy-dandy push-in handle to make it much easier to carry.
So when you’re designing this packaging, which was just redone about a year ago when they changed the color scheme, where would be the most logical place to put the bar code?
Why, on the bottom, of course.
And yes, I know that it’s down there so it can be slid over the scanner at check-out, but no one does it that way.
The customers don’t want to lift it up onto the conveyor belt and then back into the cart, and the cashiers tell you to leave in the basket to scan because they don’t want to have to pick it up either.
But why not put a bar code on top too. In fact Jan’s 30 bottle pack of Joint Juice, which is also heavy, does just that.
So now after you put it in the basket you have to turn it over to scan, and then turn it back over to carry it.
Think, people. Think.
I forgot to ask Jan if she heard mutterings from her Mushroom Swiss Burger, but according to these guys it’s very possible.
When Lewis Carrol wrote Alice in Wonderland, he told us about talking mushrooms. Who knew how right he was.
New Study Shows Mushrooms Communicate With Each Other Using A Vocabulary Of 50 Words
Scientists found that mushrooms “talk” using electrical impulses that spike when fungi come into contact with food sources or potential dangers.
“Assuming that spikes of electrical activity are used by fungi to communicate, we demonstrate that distributions of fungal word lengths match that of human languages,” he said. “We found that the size of fungal vocabulary can be up to 50 words, however, the core vocabulary of most frequently used words does not exceed 15 to 20 words.”
I would think that ‘Please don’t eat us’ would be part of their vocabulary.
Of course, they could just, “Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know.”
And if talking mushrooms weren’t scary enough, there’s this nightmare.
And as the caption says, it’s real.
Remind me to stay away from deep-sea geothermal vents.
Thought For The Day:
“An expert is a man who has made all the mistakes which can be made in a very narrow field.” — Niels Bohr
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