Killer Eggs

Six eggs a week is fine, but that seventh one will kill you.

The article opens with, “Middle-aged men who ate seven or more eggs a week had a higher risk of earlier death, U.S. researchers reported on Wednesday.”

…and closes with this:

Men who ate the most eggs also were older, fatter, ate more vegetables but less breakfast cereal, and were more likely to drink alcohol, smoke and less likely to exercise — all factors that can affect the risk of heart attack and death.

Pay no attention to the old, fat, out of shape, no exercise part. It’s the eggs. Egg number seven, specifically.

Turning Left is a Privilege, not a Right

Fellow drivers:

I know you’re just trying to be polite, but may I point out that, in certain cases, doing what’s expected and agreed-upon is a higher good than doing what might otherwise be more polite?

Case in point: you’re driving straight across an intersection, and someone coming the opposite direction wants to turn left across your lane.

You’re going straight. You’re going straight. GO!

The left-turning person will inch forward as you pass and then go behind you.

That’s the rule we all learned in driver’s ed in America. The car making the left turn never has the right-of-way. Apart from being a good rule, in that it allows for more cars to cross an intersection in a shorter period of time, it’s the rule everyone knows! is supposed to know!

It’s nice that you want to be nice, but making up your own rules at the four-way stop isn’t the place for it.

Thank your grocery clerk and mean it. Be patient when the waitress doesn’t refill your water glass immediately. On your girlfriend’s birthday, buy flowers for her mother. (seriously, try that one.) But please, do not stop in the middle of the road so you can have an extended gestural conversation with someone who just wants to get home after you get out of his way.

I want one of those semiautomatic suction cup dart guns, and I want a ticket issued to anyone with more than two darts stuck to their car at the end of the day. Not a fine: traffic school.

Here in Ohio, there are a few people who know the rules, and the rest seem to try to out-yield each other.

They Fry Chips in Oil, Right?

Health food idea: potato chips.

They fry ‘em in oil, right? So, why not fry ‘em in (omega-3 rich) fish oil instead and call ‘em health food?

I’d try it myself, but I don’t have the patience to cut open that many fish oil pills myself.

Someone please try this out and let me know how it goes.

A Public Service Announcement

I’d never had this called to my attention in quite this way before. Figuring I’m not the only one, I thought you could all benefit from seeing it as well.

Curiously enough, this sign alone omitted the braille equivalent.

It’s Perfectly Clear Out

…for the eclipse tonight!

For All Your Needs

Their emphasis is on “all”.

Need a hand moving that refrigerator? A cool drink? A sense of purpose?

White glue’s just the thing.

Cashless ATM?

What’s the point of a cashless ATM?

There’s a sign in the window of a storefront nearby, and it says, “Cashless ATM Inside.” It’s a government storefront (Bureau of Motor Vehicles) so I doubt it’s a joke…

I’ve got to be missing something … what’s the point of a cashless ATM?

Messier than Mine

This car was almost completely full of garbage. There was - literally - a pocket carved out for the driver and that’s all.

Impressive collection in there.

Fantasy Band

Following Eric and Beth, I couldn’t resist this one.

Here are the steps:

• Visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random - The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
• Visit http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 - The last four words of the last quote on the page is the title of your album.
• Visit http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ - The third picture on the page is your album cover. (I used http://www.flickr.com/creativecommons/by-2.0/ instead to be sure to get photos the photographer was OK with sharing. So sue me. Or don’t, actually…)

I give you, “Do it for me” by Hierocles of Alexandria:

A fine inspiration for a band name. According to Wikipedia, “He seems to have been banished from Alexandria and to have taken up his abode in Constantinople* where he gave such offence by his religious opinions that he was thrown into prison and cruelly flogged.”

Photo credit: Ryan Dickey
(I’ll say that if you wanted album art, you could do much worse than what meesterdickey has in his photostream.)

*not Istanbul.

Britta’s Collision - the Aftermath

As promised threatened, a photo of the results of Britta’s glancing impact with our sliding glass door.

To get a good shot of the gunk, I put a sheet of white posterboard on the deck behind the window. I also took advantage of Fireworks’ “contrast” slider, which helped quite a bit in bringing out the snot, but may have done considerable damage to any sense of what you’re looking at.

Where you see white, imagine the floor of a wooden deck.

As I mentioned in the last post, she was fine. Completely uninjured. Didn’t even stop to shake herself off.