I had an 11am interview that lasted 3 hours. I am kind of punchy. Movie reviews seem distant and far away.
Archive for Miscellany and Whatever
Extremely stumpy trivia finally solved
Apparently I’ve seen movies no one else has seen.
Tuesday Wednesday Trivia: All done!
It was Denzel Washington.
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Crap. I forgot.
Wednesday trivia lacks that jazzy alliteration. Forgive me.
How technology improves
When I was a little kid, you used to have to wait for your TV to warm up, because that big ol’ tube didn’t just turn on all at once.
Then technology improved and you could just turn on the TV.
Then technology improved again and now I have a DVR. And have to wait for my hard drive to warm up.
Hothouse Flowers
So I’ve got this new acupuncturist I’m seeing, which I’ll tell you more about later. But she’s a total healthfood nut. I must! eat only whole grains. I must! give up coffee. I must! change my lifestyle, eat a good breakfast, not eat after six p.m., increase my carbs in relation to my other foods, eat only organic, drink more water, transform myself into her except GOD I HOPE much cuter.
And she said to me something that I’ve heard from many healthfood nuts in the past. She said, because I should be eating only organic foods, I should be eating at home. “When I go out to eat,” she said, “I get sick.”
Excuse me? You get sick when you get out. I don’t. This is evidence that you’re healthier than me?
This hypervigilant organic-only diet turns you into a hothouse flower, delicate to a fault to any exposure to the outside world. Me? I’m a dandelion. I thrive anywhere and everywhere. Which is better? I dunno, but I sure like being able to leave the hothouse.
Trivia Solutions
You all struggled, but rallied in the end.
What Michael Phelps learned
He didn’t learn not to smoke pot. Give me a break! Working your body to an extreme is naturally accompanied by kicking back to an extreme.
No. He learned he can no longer trust his friends. Michael Phelps learned that, now that he is famous, “friends” will happily sell compromising photos of him to tabloids, tell the media that he lost at beer pong, and try to sell his party goods on e-bay.
He’s 24 years old, and he’s learned that fame and trust are mutually exclusive. I feel sorry for him.
An analysis of the Sandman
I re-read the whole Sandman series every couple of years. It continues to reward me with surprises and insights. I’m never sure I understand it. So I was delighted to discover (via Alas, a blog) this essay on the meaning of the Sandman.
[Sandman] turns out to concern the decisions one makes about how to be an adult, and the options Gaiman presents have a distinctly ’90s inflection: it may be Gen-Y’s gateway drug to high literature, but when considered in the company of Slacker, Before Sunrise, Reality Bites, Nevermind, Vitalogy, Wonder Boys and, yes, The Corrections, it’s every inch a Gen-X book, a compendium of slacker lassitude, dot-com ambition, Starbucks ennui and battle-0f-Seattle fury.
Sandman asks this ethical and political question: Is it better to accept that the world is the way it is and its constant awful tumult will never change, and thus either do your work to the best of your ability or drop out and do your own thing on the fringes; or should you refuse to accept the reality principle and hew to ethical absolutes with the purpose of making the world better than it is?
Totally read the whole thing.
How do you remove your makeup?
I realize this is a stupid question, but it is on my mind.
Many nights, I use a liquid eye makeup remover on a cotton pad, then I wash, then I use a little lotion on a Q-tip® (accept not substitute) to blot off the remaining mascara that is under my eyes, then I get up the next morning and I still look like a raccoon.
What am I doing wrong?
