Not another goddamn equestrian joke!

So, does anybody know why it says "lasagna-72" on the short end of this noodle box? Specifically, what does the 72 refer to. It isn' t 72 ounces or inches of noodle. Is that like atomic weight or something? Glycemic index?

Last night I had the pleasure of returning to a party after being yanked out earlier. Awkward! Like the spelling of awkward! So really not that bad.
A fin, a friend asked me roughly(as in the quote is inexact), "so what would be your ideal from here out?" Some meme about our generation's latest breedathon had been meandering the party for hours.
I stammered. And realized that i have probably blocked out this capacity to dream limitlessly. Due? To? Persistent, antici; pation?

After hemming and disclaiming, i rattled off my generic gameplan to find a bunch of acreage and grow food for my family. "Thirteen hundred acres, 60% wooded, a cabin, a barn .... grow food... you know." Which is still so far a pipedream, but vastly more conservative than what I would have said a year or two ago-- something more along the lines of mass-enlightenment-orgy-cosmic-transformation. To put it very succinctly.

Having only breached this subject with my mate for the last two years, I found it very difficult to speak or think outside what i want to slap myself for calling the bounds of the realistic(BOR for short, also known as BOX or RBOT). It was painful to see my brain contracting around this question. Or did i deflect it entirely?
At the very least I want to finish answering her question and include the "with friends/not isolated in middle of nowhere" clause onto my description. That part is very important.

But right after I spoke someone across the room said, "well that story doesn't get any happier." and within the next two minutes the whole party had clearn out. The last guy sharing a couch with me said something like "he takes three steps forward and two steps back, all the way down the road." And while these details may be entirely coincidental, and I may be entirely paranoid and perplexed by the rest of the conversation, yes, well I guess that about sums it up. This exchange perturbed me about as much as anything has in the last month, and I have gone through a lot what with a brand new diaper-and laundry routine. Maybe I just needed something else to worry about.

Do you have ideals, and do you take them seriously?