Yaay for progress!
I’m sure anyone who has been through anesthesia followed by a good dollop of opiates can appreciate it!
I used one (sent as a promotion to our pathology department) to collect and transfer flower pollen for cross-pollination.
It worked OK, but small artist’s brushes are better for precise pollinating.
Sadly I just listed my giant Madagascar dragon tree on FB marketplace for adoption. 40 years old over 7 ft tall, I’m giving it up. That’ll leave me with my monster aloe Vera plant and a smaller dragon tree. Used to have many many more houseplants that I gave away because I just don’t t feel like bothering with them anymore.
Already getting interest. Bring a truck!
A hearty fuck you to the lady who brought a goddamn bag of potato chips to a Rachmaninoff concert.
I enjoyed what I could hear over the constant crinkling and crunching!
Perhaps the packager had a lot of large boxes they needed to get rid of, and this was as good a way as any to do it?
Years ago, I had a dental procedure that involved a graft, and the dentist gave me some tiny brushes to use instead of dental floss while the area healed.
That was no lady, that was an inconsiderate boor. Makes you wonder what some people use for brains, and about the million other extremely annoying thoughtless things I’m sure she does.
No, these are purpose-made printed boxes. They are literally twice the size they need to be. It’s just marketing. I bought two today, threw out the boxes, and the bags take up less space in the freezer than a single box would. It’s super wasteful packaging.
@wolfpup, if you are on FB, go to the company’s page and call them out on it. Or just call them out on it on your own page. This is something Twitter used to be good for, but nobody follows any more.
The ushers used to handle things like this… but many are skittish now.
You could force their hand: stand up, grab the bag and high-tail it to the lobby to pour it into a receptacle. If she chases you, however, you might both be asked to leave.
I feel your pain. I recently sold my ficus tree on Nextdoor. I was bummed to have to give it up. It was the right decision, though. It had gotten too big for our house and there wasn’t anywhere I could put it anymore that it would get a decent amount of light over the winter months. I know it went to a good home, though, since I delivered it myself and saw the new space it was going to be in. Much better than anything I could have provided.
Bad bad bad times for ol’ beck.
Again with the glucose ravings inside my war-torn bod.
I’m so tired of this crap.
The thing that boggles my mind is she was caretaking the son of one of the musicians. So mother or sister of an actual performer, I think. Kid couldn’t have been more than five, and he was an angel. But then she decided to share a damned bag of chips with him. I would have thought someone with I dunno some experience watching concerts would know better.
As for us, it was our first concert in twenty years. Which is embarrassing, yes. We’re going to try to get out more from now on.
All I can say is “hang in there.”
You may remember an ancient proverb:
Familiarity breeds contempt.
A comment I used to make in the context of my former irk:
Almost all modern consumer activities are solo. What you do does not (much) affect others doing the same thing nearby. The only remaining group efforts are airline flights and theaters. People have forgotten how to behave when their success depends on everyone else, and everyone else’s success depends on them.
My son, naive waif that he is, has asked me if I have enough points to upgrade his Tokyo flight from economy to a private pod. The answer is no, but the remarkable fact I’ve been noticing is that any upgrade from basic economy on a long flight is incredibly expensive. The airlines’ attitude seems to be, oh, so you have extra money, do you? We’ll take all of it, thanks, then we’ll hold you upside down and shake to see if any more comes out. Premium economy on that flight, in either dollars or points, is literally twice as much as a basic economy seat, and the cost of business class is about equal to an average home mortgage.
Yep. You’re paying double for premium economy because you’re taking up twice as many square inches of floor.
Once you get to serious first class, it’s all about whatever the seriously-rich and the folks on expense accounts can get their shareholders to unwittingly pay for. Those people are paying with either somebody else’s money, or their own functionally infinite supply. So price is invisible to them; they just want the snazzy experience.
Having done it a few times, one thing is for sure. The incremental personal value of a lie-flat pod trans-Pacific is about 10x that of a center coach seat. People who can will pay for that because it is the difference between a nice experience, arriving well-rested, well-fed, clean, and ready to kick it, versus torture for 16 hours followed by 48 hours of miserable recovery.
Sadly, I do not inhabit that ethereal class of existence. Dammit, why can’t kids these days who’ve always wanted to visit Japan just be content with a free trip there? 
As for a center coach seat, that would be horrific! I hate hate hate center seats. I made sure to get him an aisle seat in both directions.
We found out on Friday how she passed. It turns out she took her own life. It was extremely traumatic for everyone involved. Her 17 year old son found her. It was horrible. I’m so sad about everything. This just sucks so bad.
That is awful. I’m so sorry.