‘Tis the season for the ubiquitous corn maze. I have never understood their appeal. Maybe it’s because I have no inherent sense of direction and have been known to get turned around in my own small town. I like to know where I am and where I’m going. So there is no appeal to spending a precious hour trying to find the exit to a place I spent good money to enter.
A recent visit to IKEA triggered all of the claustrophobia and frustration I remember from my visiting a corn maze as a teenager. Even with a map, signs in the store and promised shortcuts, it took me 45 minutes to not find what I was looking for and to finally get out of the store.
It’s time to shop online.
First, I need to get the stinkin’ thing open before I can take advantage of this convenient packaging feature.
Looks like he’s about to puke in his hand but the food got great reviews, so let’s give this place a try.
The food was quite good, but the view was breathtaking!
Son is home for the summer from college. He’s been here less than 24 hours. He doesn’t just arrive, he explodes as he comes in the door. Below are just 2 of the previously tidy spaces his valuable possessions have invaded.
I went to Costco last week and stocked up, in anticipation of His Hungriness. He enthusiastically surveyed the larder and said, “So, how long did you want this food to last?”
Right now, I’m annoyed and scared for my bank account. I’ll need to re-read this when the house is too quiet in September.
I encountered this guy on my afternoon stroll. He seemed to emit that “good tired” vibe from a very busy morning but also the satisfaction of a job well done.
Is artificial intelligence doing the attacking or is it preventing attacks?
My flight was delayed, so I had time to ponder this statement. Either way I read it, I found it unsettling.
The finer print below clarified that it was AI that could save the cyber world, which I suppose is a relief.
And isn’t the guy pictured a doppelganger for Jeff Goldblum?
Now for something truly unsettling…I was about to post this last night last night when my computer crashed. Coincidence???
I purchased several boxes of the above excuse-for-cookies. Disguised as decadent treats, they are outstanding only in their mediocrity.
But, they were on sale.
Oldest son was visiting and was overcome with an immediate need for something sweet. These quasi-treats were the best I could offer.
I was trying to convince my son that these were delicious and oh-so healthy. I was looking at the nutrition label when I noticed something odd.
Servings Per Container about 12.
I did a quick survey of my pantry to confirm that boxes with discrete pieces had exact serving sizes. In contrast, my boxes of cereal had approximations.
My son’s explanation was that if a box only contained 10 or 11 cookies, the company couldn’t be sued because they honestly indicated there were only “about 12” in the box.
Lazy quality control? No copy editors available to proof the info printed on the box?
Another one of life’s mysteries.