Time for another summary of the week of A to Z here at The Sound Of One Hand Typing and The Sound Of One Hand Typing FM. Again, thank you all for stopping by and leaving comments; I do keep up with what you’re doing on your blog via Feedly, my RSS reader. Leave me a comment, I’ll add you to the list, and you’ll be stuck there for all eternity BWAHAHAHAHA!….
Sorry, got a little carried away there… now, where was I? Oh yeah…
So let’s start from yesterday and work our way backward:
As always, kind of a mixed bag on the relative merits of the Marshmallow Peep, with some saying they love them, or anything with marshmallow, for that matter, and others saying “Eww, gross!” And I had at least one comment that said they haven’t made it to where you are right now. I’ll have to send a note to the people at Just Born, the confectioners who created the Peep, and let them know (not that they’ll listen to me, of course). One thing I neglected to mention is that many people like their Peeps a little on the stale side, so that they crunch when you bite into them. I like them either soft or crunchy.
By the way, I featured a video by the Crazy Russian Hacker that one or two of you mentioned you liked. His YouTube channel is a lot of fun and he does lots of other
dangerous interesting things on it. Definitely worth a laugh at least. Maybe the next time you’re stuck in the house, check some of the others out, or better yet, subscribe to his channel.
People weere a little more unanimous about the Oreo, the subject of Friday’s post, everyone liking them. Whether you twist them open and lick out the creme center before eating the cookie, dunk them whole in milk and eat them that way, or just stuff them in your gaping maw like I do, we’re generally agreed that they’re a pretty darn good cookie. Lauralynn said that, although she can no longer tolerate all that sugar, she has had the deep-fried variety, and can attest that there’s all kinds of goodness there. Barbara said she wanted to see them sell just the cookie without the creme, and while it’s the cookie-and-creme sandwich that makes the Oreo great, I can see her point: the cookie portion is a mite tasty on its own. Jeffrey said he preferred the ones with the chocolate filling (those are golden Oreos with chocolate filling), while Kathy said she liked to spread peanut butter on them, something I never thought of but I think I’ll try the next time we get Oreos (we don’t get them, as a rule).
There were a lot of comments to Thursday’s post on noon, which surprises me because it was one of those subjects where I got a little more technical than usual explaining what “noon” was. Over on Facebook, someone remarked that we have the railroads to thank for time zones, which I suppose is true; theoretical physicist John Archibald Wheeler once opined that “Time is nature’s way to keep everything from happening all at once,” although there’s some disagreement as to whether he was the first person who said it. There were a few of you who agreed with me, that Daylight Saving Time is more trouble than it’s worth, and others who disagreed, saying they like keeping the sun out longer. My compromise was to set the clocks ahead one hour and leave them there for all eternity. There is historical precedent for that; it was done in the US during World War II, and again in the mid-1970’s during the “energy crisis.”
On a lighter note, it was nice to hear so many people remember the local cartoon shows that used to be on TV at noontime and after school when we were kids. I encourage everyone to find a copy of Tim Hollis’ excellent book, Hi There, Boys and Girls! , a well-researched directory of practically every kids’ before-school, lunchtime, and after-school cartoon show in the United States from roughly the beginning of TV through the 1980’s [and I’ll spare you the rant on that].
Everyone was equally unanimous on my post on minimum and maximum on at least one point: Minnie and Max, my cats named after the inventory-planning strategy, are “totes adorbs.” But getting back to the planning method, while it’s not entirely foolproof (vendors run out of stock due to delays from their suppliers, and it trickles down to customers), is about as close as you can get to it. It’s simple, and it works. And there are some items that are hard to plan for, such as pads, pens, and printer paper in late July and early August (when kids are going back to school) and Scotch tape and batteries in December (Christmas). There was also a time when the company I was working for was running short of coffee all the time; seems someone too cheap to buy coffee for home was grabbing it out of the coffee room on his way home. That kind of stuff really bugs me, ya know? When you come right down to it, it’s theft. And I’d better get off my soapbox before I fall off…
I generally heard one of two things about LiveJournal on Tuesday: people had either never heard of it or had been active on it once, but were no longer using it. The things LJ were good at are the same things that Facebook is good at, and a paid account on LJ (that allows you to avoid the ads and keeps your account open even if you don’t use it for, say, three years) costs more than the always-free Facebook (HA! To quote Milton Friedman, “there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch!” What it doesn’t cost in actual dollars and cents is more than made up for in loss of privacy). But LJ has its fans, and I still have a presence there and will until LJ pulls a fast one and ruins it for everyone.
Finally, I was surprised to learn there were so many people who either hadn’t heard of kapok or didn’t realize the fiber came from a tree. I remember spending an entire geography class in 4th grade talking about the kapok tree and its fiber. Maybe geography classes don’t concentrate so much on trivia like they used to. And that’s probably a good thing.
So, this week, we’ll talk about investing, shaving, my grandmother, more time stuff, Ayer’s Rock, and a Soyuz cosmonaut.
If you haven’t already done so, be sure and vote in my Battle of the Bands from last Wednesday. Results will be posted this Wednesday. And of course, another British Invasion act on Two for Tuesday. See you tomorrow!
from The Sound of One Hand Typing