There’s not just one single answer to this, each type of plant that “can’t live in rich soil” has its own story so to speak.

One common theme is that these plants tend to be more efficient at collecting specific, necessary nutrients that are otherwise limited/lacking in their environment, and because they’d never naturally be exposed to large amounts of those nutrients, they’ve lost some or all of their ability to regulate uptake and/or to expel excesses from their tissues in comparison to other types of plants not adapted to those specific conditions.

So, when introduced to artificially high levels of these nutrients, they basically absorb the nutrient(s) until it reaches toxic/deadly levels, and then the plants lack the ability to get rid of the excess since there was never a need for such a mechanism when they evolved in their nutrient poor niche. It can lead to issues where the plants can’t maintain osmotic balance or nutrient / mineral antagonism leads to the plant being unable to absorb or make use of other vital nutrients because one of them is so out of balance.

Back in late 2023 or early 2024, I was doing chat support with one of the major US e-retailers due to a return & refund situation that I was honestly expecting to be a problem because that type of thing pretty much always is for some reason.

I ended up getting escalated to a higher tier tech named Muhammad who was miraculously able to quickly address the problem that his peers seemingly could not. At the end of our interaction, Muhammad thanked me for my patience and kindness, and replied something along the lines of “see you on the other side.”

For some reason that random and otherwise meaningless expression has stuck with me ever since. Hardly a week goes by without me thinking about it at least once.

It was a reminder that our time here is limited. And while I’m not a big believer that there is another “side” like I assume someone named Muhammad believes, it was still somehow comforting and an important reminder of perspective.

I once saw a stomp of bigfeet grazing next to a glacial lake out on my grandparent’s property. Looked like a mommy bigfoot, a daddy bigfoot, and two little baby bigfeet. Named the littlest one Pinky like a pinky toe cause it was little and that’s what it reminded me of. The other baby had obvious signs of being mauled by a large carnivore so we named it Timothy after that man who got ate up by bears in Alaska that one time. Sometimes the mommy bigfoot would remind me of a Sheila but sometimes she would be just like a Jessica, so I never could decide on what exactly to name her. The daddy was named Big Balls for obvious reasons.

If it’s got platformer elements, then it’s a platformer, right? Yes? Then Castlevania: Symphony of the Night is it for me.

I won’t say it’s my favorite, but I didn’t see it mentioned, yet, and it definitely deserves at least one mention: Earthworm Jim

Thanks, Obama.

I love cheese. From my head down to my knees.

A number of years ago, I was walking past a cow pasture when I heard a ruckus. The cows were mooing up a storm and there was a flock of geese in the pasture honking back in agitation. By the time I got to the top of the hill and could clearly see what was going on, I witnessed a good ole fashioned standoff.

Perhaps triggered by my sudden appearance in the distance, the geese spooked first. The honking intensified and they started retreating in a hurry as they prepared to take flight, cows charging towards them at full bovine speed.

As the last goose just lifted off the ground, one of the cows managed to catch up and stomp it out of the air mid-flight. Poor bird came crashing down underneath a barrage of hooves flailing on top of it. It tried to lift its head off the ground a time or two, but within moments of its body being crumpled, it was dead.

Everybody acts like Canada geese are bad-asses, not to be trifled with. A goose will leave you broken, but alive. Cows, on the other hand, are blood-thirsty, cold-blooded killers. Watch your back.

I kissed a sphere and I liked it.

A little too ironic.

I’m with you, hon. I totally get the cliche of womens’ fashion and the lack of adequate pockets. I just don’t get how these photos are at all related. At best, these vultures look more like stereotypical flashers in a trench coat exposing themselves to strangers than anything.

I’m off work on Monday after 2 p.m. if you need some help finding your baby.

I do love me some of them possum memes

Horrifying. Cannot believe in this day and age anyone would think they can pull off those drapes.

SCHAWING

My uncle’s name is Sir Benjamin Theodore Jameson Preston Livingstone Senior the Third, but he was better known as One Ball by his family, social circle, neighborhood, and coworkers. He lost a testicle to an alligator attack when I was 12 and ever since then, that’s what everyone calls him. Supposedly couldn’t have children, but somehow he did end up with a daughter. Granted she had blonde hair and blue eyes, so who knows where that might’ve come from. Certainly didn’t come from Jing Ho’s family.

The secret to good tuna salad is to add something crunchy (celery, water chestnut, firm relish), something sweet (sweet relish, pinch of sugar), hard boiled egg yolk or diced whole hard boiled egg, and a small amount of breadcrumbs or crushed crackers to absorb excess moisture, with crackers being slightly tastier due to added sodium but breadcrumbs being preferred if you need to reduce sodium. You can also substitute canned salmon or similar for the tuna if mercury and pollutants are a cause for concern. And of course, a dollop of real mayonnaise, not artificially sweetened, hydrogenated and whipped vegetable byproduct.

I mean, at the end of the day, candy is candy and three dollars is three dollars.

If you just cut out a half dozen eggs per day from your budget, you’ll be fine. And if that’s not enough. then make coffee at home and stop ordering avocado toast, too. Did you know you can also sell your plasma for money and I think they even take gay people’s blood now, too.

I USED TO HAVE CARDBOARD NOW I HAVE KEYBOARDS.

Sir, this is Ruth’s Chris.