“Well, l would venture instead
that the humanoid head
Is where the tinier brain resides."
— Mark Graham
It is, Calvin. But, when it happens, you call it “good luck.”
A place I used to work periodically had events similar to conventions, but on a small scale. They served wine and beer. A lot of the wind and beer bottles went into the trash instead of the recycling bins. That’s because the people setting up put 30 gallon trash cans for the glass. A 30 gallon container of glass bottles is hard for the cleanup crew to lift, and has some broken glass. It was safer for the cleanup crew to dump the glass into the compressor pit than to lift it to get it into a recycling bin.
Ladybug larvae look like adult insects of an unrelated species. When humans see an enlarged picture of one, they typically don’t like it. It looks ugly; an insect they should be afraid of.
If a customer brings in a color to match, the people at the store shouldn’t have to go through sample chips. They can scan the color, and a computer will figure out what pigments need to be added to duplicate it.
Someone in the East Coast area told me his city asked trash customers to not put glass into the recycling bins. A lot of the glass was breaking and hazardous to workers at the sorting center they were using.
In January, I heard, on the radio, a documentary about plastic recycling. They began by saying “Only 10% of plastic made [in the last 30 years] has ever been recycled.” Plastic recycling was created as scam for public relations purposes.
I’ve heard versions of the song, some of them by retired or retiring professors. Although I don’t know who wrote it, I believe this is the original or close to it. This starts from the point of view of a student. But, the student becomes a professor, and the song continues from that point of view.
He will like π Day when people observe by eating pie.