Magnus. WATCH THIS. It’s a documentary about Magnus Carlsen the world chess champion. It’s exceptional. This is my top recommendation for you today.
Supertunnel. This is a short Nova show on the new London subway tunnel. Fairly interesting and exciting from an engineering perspective.
There Will Be Blood. For a movie that we weren’t huge fans of, Jen and I sure did talk a lot about There Will be Blood. It won a bunch of awards when it came out in 2007. Still, I wouldn’t recommend it for a casual Sunday afternoon. It feels like something you’d watch in a college sophomore year film class.
Dallas Buyers Club: Really good! Between this and True Detective, I have a newfound respect for Mathew McConaughey.
American Psycho. I’m surprised I hadn’t already seen this. It was decent. Between the two, I think There Will be Blood has more academic depth, but American Psycho certainly provides plenty of brain fodder.
Sully. Really great! They got a lot of movie out of that event. Two thumbs up.
Bridge of spies. Interesting because I knew nothing about it… but mostly just decent.
The Walk. Entertaining and light. This is a decent Sunday afternoon movie.
Anyone have recommendations of what they’ve watched and enjoyed as of late?
The internet is bursting with cooking substitutions – many of which are targeted at people seeking healthier eating. Ever since my high cholesterol diagnosis I’ve been painfully aware of my diet. Begrudgingly, I’ve started considering these alternate eating options.
Banana ice cream for Real Ice Cream – DISAPPOINTMENT
Skim for fatty milk – TRAGIC
Popcorn for Potato chips – DEPRESSING
Brown white for white rice – BLASPHEMY
When I give one of these substitutions a shot, I admit that suspicion eclipses my excitement. I know it won’t be as good. I know it.
And so it is with vocal astonishment that I announce that Plain Greek yogurt is LEGIT a good substitution for Sour Cream.
IMPOSSIBLE BUT TRUE!
I used it in a soft taco. A TACO! I can imagine it working in a chili where it doesn’t play as important a role… but a taco? This is the real deal! I admit this is not a perfect substitute, but it’s super close. It lacks just the slightest of tang. But otherwise it’s great!
It works and it works well!
An amazing drama unfolded before us on the carpool ride to work today. On the back roads of East Haven a school bus stopped, its lights flashing, stop sign extended, and door open waiting for a late student. A row of cars began lining up on each side of the road.
Suddenly from behind us blared the siren of an approaching ambulance.
As we obediently pulled over to let the ambulance by, the door of nearby house opened and an elementary school child began a slow trot towards the bus, his large backpack bouncing back and forth with the pace of his stride. THE KID WAS DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO BEAT THE AMBULANCE. I could feel every driver holding their breath. Who takes priority? The child? or the person in desperate health need?
The ambulance screamed up to the bus… and applied its brakes!
Siren blaring, the ambulance waited anxiously as the kid trotted across the lawn!! The little kid started boarding the bus. The bus promptly killed its flashing lights and retracted the stop sign. The bus started rolling forward, presumably trying to pull over more so the ambulance could pass. The ambulance, its patience exhausted, BLARED its horn screaming at the bus “DONT DO ANYTHING, I GOT THIS,” swerved around the bus and hauled towards its destination.
I have an unnecessarily acute distaste for license plate holders that boldly advertise the dealership where the car was purchased. You just spent tens of thousands of dollars on an incredible machine with precision components that can generate 100’s of horse power and there’s a cheap plastic holder for your license plate that says “BA-BA-BA-BARNIES CARS IN BARVILLE”
I guess I have to applaud the companies that pull it off. If you can stick an advertisement on the back of a Lexus and the owner never bothers to take it off, good on you.
CONFIRMED: The Potato button on our microwave is a miraculous wonder. We’ve tried it with plain potatoes and sweet potatoes. Our massively successful attempt required stabbing the potato with a fork a handful of times and hitting the button. We’ve even done TWO AT ONCE, by appropriately answering the even more convenient “how many potatoes” query.
I’ve been converted.
J. Atlas’s smiling face is cartoonish in its expression of joy
He’s been pretty excellent so far. While still not quite sleeping through the night, his consistency has dramatically improved. He has two teeth, eats like a champ and is at the point where he’s cruising around constantly with his walker.
Things J. Atlas loves:
Playing the piano with his butt
Chomping my nose
Stealing Jen’s glasses
We are officially 2 hours into T.I.M.E. Stories.
Jen and I, who outside of a brief exploration of Role Playing Games as Thelonious the Monk in 2003, have never played any games so rich with plot and mystery. T.i.m.e. Stories (hereafter without the annoying periods of a weak backronym) has been extremely unique. The basic concept is this: You are something like a futuristic police officer who must travel to certain destinations in time to prevent Temporal Faults that ruin everybody’s fun. Each Time Story is one such mission.
The mission that comes with the box takes place in a psychiatric asylum (nice.) So far, the game play is fascinating and it’s been wonderfully immersive. The biggest complaints online were that for the cost ($50ish) you don’t get a lot of game play time. And since it’s a lot like a choose you’re own adventure book, once you know the plot line and the best path then you’ve pretty much exhausted the game – the first time through the game is the best time through the game. Replay is unexciting at best.
As we’re only about 2 hours into the game, I can’t speak yet to how many hours it will take to triumph – but at least so far it’s been a joy ride.
I smashed up my hand in a pretty gnarly way last week. My ring and pinky finger on my left hand got squeezed between a roller and a metal plate – Ouch. After some grimacing and furious first aid, I zipped over to a local clinic where I got some stitches and care.
The ring finger had a shallow laceration about 30mm in length. Four stitches fixed that one up. Those stitches come out late this week. Total recovery time is a few weeks.
The pinky… that one got gross. The nail pulled out from its root and there was a short laceration at the edge of the nailbed that the doctor opted not to stitch because of its location. It’s pretty gross, but luckily there’s nothing permanent. The finger tip looks kinda like what you’d expect a mushed pinky to look like. Recovery is a few months.
Fun vs Funk:
Fun – only that the injury wasn’t worse.
Funk – Mostly the whole thing. Especially that its my guitar fingering hand.