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Since our neighbors opened their minimercado a year ago. their outside summer-shade sitting area has increasingly become a repository of store-related items, including this display case, which fortunately I see only when I get close to the wall.

That face. I absolutely do not like that face. The pinched smirky mouth. The eyebrows that seem raised, as if she sees something surprising in you. But not pleasant, because she’s not smiling. And those bulging eyes. Remind me of, yeah,

alleged school shooters.

And now I want to know if she’s a real person. Does she have a firearm? Is she on prescription drugs?

Spirulina bread! It’s great because…

…when you spread jam on fresh toast it tastes like pond scum…

…no worrying about whether it’s moldy, because you’ll never be able to tell.

Definitely bolsters my faith in humanity to know that someone, somewhere, thought this was a good idea.

As if Hotmail isn’t bad enough

I ordered a chivito for delivery from Restaurante Don Vito, and it came with the thermal-ink printout inside the box with the food. Since thermal ink is toxic, and Argentine thermal ink (presumably this) is 90 times more toxic than what is allowed in Europe, I reported this to the email address on their web site. Which bounced.

So I went by and explained both issues, received an apology, and was given the correct email address, which fortunately the lady read aloud to me. Because…

…seriously?

I mean really, SERIOUSLY?

Quite the flight path

On the dog walk, a small twin engine jet went over quite low, headed northeast, which would mean maybe Porto Alegre as its destination. I thought I might look at FlightRadar24 when I got back, but forgot all about it until the same plane flew overhead, equally low, heading southeast out over the water.

But it’s a Brazilian Air Force plane, so I’m sure everything is completely normal.

Insane floor tiles

Still trying to figure out why anyone would want their floor tiled in patterns that make it more difficult to navigate?

Strange flight detours

More air traffic strangeness: a big circle back to approach MDV again after flying over the runway.

Zooming out, it’s clear that it did a detour as well. Why?

Spies…

Forget Alexa. Forget Siri. I glanced over and the oranges were spying on us.

And just like that…

…we know why Tienda Inglesa has been removing cashier lines near the doors.

Thanks for asking, but…

…no, not a good night’s sleep. Those are fresh blood spots on the wall above the bed, from nocturnal mosquito-hunting.

The technique is to hold a flashlight parallel to the wall then move it away from and back towards the wall. The mosquitoes’ shadows give them away even when you can barely see them otherwise.

ABC…

I pulled into the supermarket parking lot just after this car. A guy got out with his young daughter, and I complimented him on his perfect license plate ID.

He was delighted, and laughed loudly.

“33” is a big thing in Uruguay, as it is in Masonry. I’m sure there’s no connection…suuuure.

A few blocks from home, waiting to cross the street, I had to wait for a passing car with the license plate ABC 2133. Glitch in the Matrix? On the other hand, it’s not the first license plate strangeness I’ve had here.