A distrubing distraction

Just a little while ago, I watched Gordon Ramsay’s nightmare with a Mexican restaurant and I started to get worried and then wrote about my newly-developed fret. (I am making that a noun.) I decided I needed to get my mind off of it and checked a few headlines. This one, in particular:

What’s the matter with antimatter? Scientists want to know

My eyes got caught up in paragraphs such as this one: So, if matter attracts matter, what happens when antimatter interacts with it?

Will it produce antigravity? And would then a ball of antimatter fall up?

And this: But scientists have long theorized that a lot of antimatter was produced during the universe’s inception. It has since disappeared, and they would like to know why.

If equal amounts of matter and antimatter existed initially, they should have annihilated each other, but they didn’t. Only matter is left behind.

The problem is my brain is not caught up . . . it is left far, far behind, and it kind of hurts.

New phobia?

I’ve watched quite a few episodes of Kitchen Nightmares over the years, but tonight I watched an episode from 2008 or 2009 that highlighted a Mexican restaurant – Fiesta Sunrise, which is closed now.  There were cockroaches in the kitchen. Cockroaches, and they were crawling on the plates. One of the four chefs set the nachos on fire – well, I guess that is one way of dealing with the bug contamination problem. The chefs kept the refried beans in a garbage bucket. Chips sent back to the kitchen were returned to chip drawer.

I can’t get the image of those bugs on the plates out of my mind.

I guess I didn’t know how good I had it, growing up eating at Mother’s Restaurant. (That would be Sarah Shimp Grismore)