Found this fun bit of trivia today:
Taco Bell uses at least 600,000 cows’ worth of beef per year. According to Taco Bell’s own website, they serve an average of 295 million pounds of ground beef every year.
So let’s do some math. The average beef steer yields approximately 570 pounds usable cuts the rest of his 1,150 or so pounds are unusable parts like bone and organs.
So, 295 million pounds of beef divided by 570 pounds of beef per cow comes out to… about 517,543 cows. Per year. For Taco Bell.
I’m by NO means a vegetarian or trying to promote an anti-meat agenda… but doesn’t something feel a little unsettling about Taco Bell requiring half a million cows to die every year?
via 11 Obscure Taco Bell Trivia Facts – 11Points.com.
Working hard. Done with school. Looking forward to LA.
Went to St. Marks for writing. Went from 6 – 17 pages and I think my black comedy horror script is coming along well for a first draft. Only have to have 15 done for class but I think I’m going to try to push for the full 30 by Wednesday so that I can take the two weeks after that to do serious rewrites. After than, I’M A GRADUATE OF HIGHER EDUCATION AND BEFORE I’M 30!!!
So I rarely ever remember my dreams. Normally I wake up and they all fade. Well, here’s the odd one I was having today when I took a nap.
I’m in a huge converted warehouse/apartment building/business center. It was actually very cool with lots of light somehow. Anyway, I’m wandering around this thing visiting different places and for some reason running into people I know randomly, like the lady that was my lab instructor for science last semester. Then I was repairing big holes in asphalt that seemed to be everywhere I went and while I was trying to repair them I basically just gouged them more and walked along. I then started meetings Exs and their entire families with their new boyfriends who were all pretty aggressive. One was a tall blond faux-hawk type charater named Wayne. And an ex was saying “We should hang out”. Then I had some random parent of on of the new boyfriends asking me to fix his computer when a cop walked up asking angrily, “Was that thing pointed at my vehicle?” The woman starts saying yes and I cut her off to plainly say no and for some reason I’m looking for the connection to fix the computer because I’m a nice guy and even though the lady’s sun is my ex’s new boyfriend, it’s not her fault and she asking for the help.
Then I woke up. I have no idea what all that was about.