AFK BRB Chocolate (CA version)

I’m guessing in a valley surrounded by mountains, based on the pic, but who knows.

I admit that I had to stare at that pic for a second longer than should have been necessary.

Ugh, sorry!

The first time I had Thanksgiving with my first wife’s family, one of the dishes was blackberry jello with green grapes in it. I was never a big jello fan, but I took some of everything to be polite. I put a fork full in my mouth, bit down, and thought “oh no, something is rancid!” The texture was wrong, too. I was just going to spit it into my napkin when I realized it wasn’t rancid, but it took a moment for me to place the flavor. It was a green olive.

That should have been a warning that there was something wrong with that family.

Every element of this pic except the trees and grass looks shopped in.

I’ll take a shot. “Detritus” is the easier part: it’s decaying plant and animal matter. So the worms are eating leaves and stuff after it’s started breaking down.

“Dirt” is a little more difficult because it doesn’t have as crisp of a definition. Usually when people say “dirt” in this context, they mean “soil,” but that’s only a little better. The relevant definition for soil is, “the upper layer of earth that may be dug or plowed and in which plants grow.”

That detritus gets broken down by bacteria and becomes soil even without worms, but worms do basically the same thing faster. Plus their moving around helps loosen the soil, which also is helpful for growing plants.

Well, maybe the pencils helped then.

It’s amazing how little thought people put into things. I mean, all they had to do was rotate the text 180 degrees to avoid the problem, but no one gave it a thought. I wonder how many people were involved.

There’s a cliche about the daughter of the preacher being a total slut or otherwise problematic.

Anecdotal observation from college: Lots of people got hammered on a weekend, at least sometimes, but the people who couldn’t draw a line and keep it from destroying their grades were mostly the ones whose parents kept them rigidly controlled at home. It seemed like those folks had no practice in drawing their own lines because their parents always drew the lines for them, so when they were on their own they went nuts. The preacher’s daughter is a cliche with a lot of truth.

I don’t see how people physically eat cookies without a glass of milk.

I grew up with milk being the main dinnertime beverage, and I still drink it quite a bit. My step-son’s gf clearly did not, and clearly thinks it’s strange, but tries to be polite about it. She’s asked me if milk is my favorite drink, if I feel like milk goes with most food, and a number of related questions. I think in her family, milk is something some people put in coffee.

Heh, my wife went through the drawer a few years ago and threw away all the containers that didn’t have lids, and lids without containers. I was amazed at how many there were. Not sure how that happens. Must be with the missing socks.

Funny, I just had to help someone pack a house into one of those POD things and they ended up saying, “You’re better at this, you say what goes where.”

I don’t think I’m as good at it with really large volumes, but the storage container thing is pretty handy.

My boring super power isn’t something I can monetize, but it’s useful regularly: being able to pick the best sized Tupperware container to put leftovers in.