Survival Skills
You should chew your food until it is small enough to swallow easily,
The Guardian, paper of the enlightened, tells its readers how to chew food.
Also, open thread.
Update:
In the comments, via Darleen, behold the bedlamite dance.
Does it teach them how to walk at the same time?
Next week in the Guardian: how to shit.
Don’t eat bananas sideways.
It reminded me of this.

What?
How to tie shoelaces.
Next week in The Guardian: “wipe here”.
Isn’t this the sort of thing we had les indespensables Petula Clark for?
So. Did anyone do anything wildly exciting over the weekend?
Nice to see Fletcherism hasn’t been forgotten, but also from the Guardian a rare moment of accuracy, Fletcherism is quackery.
However, speaking of junk science and the Guardian,
This is utter BS, the main site of carbohydrate digestion is, in fact, the small intestine which, our nutritionist might be surprised to learn, in not only post-gastric, but where the pancreas via the common bile duct and accessory pancreatic duct dumps amylase to digest carbohydrates into the duodenum after the stomach has mechanically churned them, and everything else, into a rather disgusting sludge (as anyone who has ever opened a stomach can attest*). Compared to the small intestine, the amount of amylitic digestion that occurs due to saliva is charitably described as minute.
*(No offense to you haggis fans out there, YMMV)
Honk, honk.
Honk, honk.
Sigh. Well, with Dr. Who gone Woke, it was inevitable that another tradition had to go Woke too.
What is wrong with enjoying a male lead adventure story without heavy handed preaching and diversity box-ticking? Speaking only for myself, I find the latter boring as all heck. I know there’s something wrong with me – as a female I’m supposed to need/want a strong fierce female lead, delve deeply into inner feelings, stick it to the Patriarchy, and of course since it’s 2019, everyone has to get on board with the diversity box-ticking. Bleh! Boring! Preachy!
I just want a ripping good yarn, lots of action, bad guys to destroy, good wins in the end. When I read/watch fictional stories, I’m looking for an escape from the drudgery of the real world. Why is that wrong?
So. Did anyone do anything wildly exciting over the weekend?
I googled comparisons of teacher pay and per pupil spending twixt various US states and vs. UK and other OECDEFGHIJKLMNOP countries. And rotated my tires. But aside from that it was too damn hot. Listened to my extensive collection of Petula Clark long playing records. Got my ya-yas out up in Georgia over the Fourth (sorry) by taking out one of the many new boats available at my disposal. Just put gas in it and go. No muss, no fuss, no rental fee, no $40,000 foolishly poured into a hole in the water.
You?
Honk, honk.
Isn’t she supposed to be the operative given the 007 designation until Bond returns from retirement?
You?
I’ve been planning something I can’t disclose just yet and which you heathens most likely won’t care about. Other than that, I cooked a glorious steak pie, complained about the humidity, binged on re-watching Bosch, and sat through Jon Baird’s biopic Stan & Ollie, which was acclaimed by critics, but which proved rather lifeless and by no means compelling. In fact, I lost interest and bailed before the end.
So, clearly, I’m living the dream.
Isn’t she supposed to be the operative given the 007 designation until Bond returns from retirement?
No idea on the movie, or attempt thereof, given how badly “Spectre” turned out.
Beyond that, noting “00” simply being a descriptive designator, 00x is rather going to get handed around as assorted retire or get killed off.
—And on top of that there will also be both the franchise marketing, and now prolly also the floundering about for lack of ideas, as we saw in “Spectre”.
given how badly “Spectre” turned out.
It wasn’t a great film, no. Among its other flaws, making Blofeld and Bond related just seemed unnecessary and added nothing of consequence.
The gay British war hero Alan Turing, the mathematical genius who was prosecuted for his sexuality after the war was over, becomes the first gay person to appear on a British banknote. Naturally, feminists are unhappy about it:
https://twitter.com/CCriadoPerez/status/1150741371118071808
Naturally, feminists are unhappy about it
Presumably, Ms Criado-Perez imagines that her comments make her look good. And not like a whiny, ungrateful and obnoxious cow.
I’d imagine that she thinks her comments do make her look good, and, to a certain section of her peers, they probably do. To everyone else, however, she comes across as a whinging, spiteful bitch. One of those sixth form “it-girls” who never grew up.
… making Blofeld and Bond related just seemed unnecessary…
Not to mention a ripoff of Austin Powers being Dr. Evil’s brother.
…feminists are unhappy about it…
I’m thinking, as it is generally not considered a compliment, she might want to reconsider the wording on that last bit.
Naturally, feminists are unhappy about it
Presumably, Ms Criado-Perez imagines that her comments make her look good. And not like a whiny, ungrateful and obnoxious cow.
Sometimes I pine for the pre-internet days when people like Ms. Greedo-Perez could fume and rage against such indignities to her absolute person within her little circle of friends, and I could attend to my life blissfully unaware that she even exists. Kinda like I was five minutes ago.
I hate all the things.
I could attend to my life blissfully unaware that she even exists.
You mean you missed her tirade against deodorant?
So. Did anyone do anything wildly exciting over the weekend?
I swallowed most of my food without chewing it completely. But I had an excuse, I had a molar pulled on Friday. Feeling a bit like a hillbilly.
Oh, and I started watching Season 1 of Bosch on your advice, I’m up to episode 8. Great viewing so far.
she might want to reconsider the wording on that last bit.
I noticed that too. When I saw she said she was a lobbyist for Big Vagina, I did wonder if that meant she was a massive c*nt who’d been chosen by massive c*nts, to represent massive c*nts who want to be as massively c*nty as possible. Because if so, she’s doing an outstanding job.
acclaimed by critics, but which proved rather lifeless and by no means compelling.
Imagine my shock.
I’m looking for an escape from the drudgery of the real world. Why is that wrong?
Paging Mr. Lewis:
Great viewing so far.
And it gets better. Re-watching the whole thing, I remembered how much I like Honey Chandler’s arc and the payoff in season five… But I’ve said too much.
I don’t like sport at all, but have a husband devoted to it; so we watched Federer lose, having been within two points of winning. Then we watched England win, having been within one run of losing. Roller-coaster time…
That Bond article has got to be a wind-up, whoever has the 007 badge has a licence to kill, normally leading to wholesale murder and destruction, so f*cking someone for information is not really going to bother them, #MeToo or not, and why would a female Bond be any more seductive or murderous than a male one, the whole point of the franchise is the unusual ways Bond is able to get the job done, whether it’s sh*gging the baddies mistress (or right-hand – remember May Day) or blowing their brains out.
Found while researching – https://www.sporcle.com/games/Mateo56/james-bond-villians-how-did-they-die
I’m looking for an escape from the drudgery of the real world. Why is that wrong?
Oooh, ooh! I know this one! Learnt it in college…Escapism is the means by which the ruling class controls the masses. It distracts the masses from achieving true consciousness by generating and perpetuating stereotypes such as how a family should be, what beauty is, how a certain race is. It’s a form of false consciousness. ET, The Extraterrestrial was at one time the worst example of this problem. And James Bond, steeped as his character is in the mythology that Socialism and Communism are somehow “bad” things, is the worst of them.
Hope that helps!
we watched Federer lose, having been within two points of winning. Then we watched England win, having been within one run of losing.
So that’s what the cab driver was banging on about.
I remembered how much I like Honey Chandler’s arc and the payoff in season five…
She’s played a relatively small role so far in season one but she has the makings of a great nemesis. It doesn’t hurt that she’s also pretty hot.
You mean you missed her tirade against deodorant?
Arrrrgggh! Now I REALLY hate all the things. (Folds arms, curmudgeon-like, and mutters.)
I need a drink, barman. And 10 of those pickled eggs. Maybe that’ll send me off to join the choir invisible.
She’s played a relatively small role so far in season one but she has the makings of a great nemesis.
It’s a great part and over time she becomes someone you look forward to seeing. Thing is, I’m not generally a huge fan of ‘gritty detective dramas’, but Bosch is strong on so many fronts – the writing and acting, the photography, the slow-burn pacing, and the moments of genuine tension and alarm.
“Wipe here” would be a more widely useful topic than chewing. Provide extra copies to West Coast cities. Print the article on tissue paper to enhance the “read-do” association.
Did anyone do anything wildly exciting over the weekend?
Outdoor cooking of dead animals, gin, maintaining a state of nervous agitation during cricket.
given how badly “Spectre” turned out.
I liked Spectre. Although that might have been because of the marvellous French bird. I don’t pay much attention to the plots.
Naturally, feminists are unhappy about it
I bet they’d have been overjoyed if they’d put Maggie on.
…Bosch is strong on so many fronts – the writing…
I read a lot of short mystery/detective/crime fiction. I had read a couple of Bosch short stories that Connelly had published in The Strand Magazine. I enjoyed them at the time. So it was easy to check out the series after subscribing to Amazon Prime.
how to chew food
I have met some intellectuals–or at last people with high IQ’s and/or advanced degrees–who are conspicuously lacking in various basic skills.
“given how badly ‘Spectre’ turned out”
It’s still the only Bond movie I’ve never seen. Not because I’ve heard anything spectacularly bad; I just can’t be bothered. Casino Royale was such a great start for Craig in so many ways, not least because they made it an origin story, setting up some genuine anticipation for the next one. And did nothing with it. Why should I watch Spectre, other than it’s Yet Another Bond Movie?
I still say that once Eon got the rights to Casino Royale they should have gone on to remake all the books, in order, in the (relatively) true-to-the-novel style of the first. A proper reboot. Personally, I’d have done them as straight ’50s period pieces, but they blew that right off the bat.
“Then we watched England win, having been within one run of losing.”
Good Lord, but that was intense. I hadn’t really bothered with the World Cup at all until the last few overs of the Final, but they were the most exciting cricket I’ve seen since the Ashes in 2005.
Excellent Grand Prix at Silverstone, too.
Sunshine? What sunshine?
Sunshine? What sunshine?
[ Perspires. Shakes fist at sky. ]
It’s still the only Bond movie I’ve never seen. Not because I’ve heard anything spectacularly bad; I just can’t be bothered.
I wouldn’t say it was awful, but following Skyfall, which I enjoyed, it was decidedly meh. (Not unlike how I had great fun watching Infinity War and was then seriously underwhelmed by Endgame.)
Naturally, feminists are unhappy about it
She’s now protected her tweets. I wonder why?
sat through Jon Baird’s biopic Stan & Ollie, which was acclaimed by critics, but which proved rather lifeless and by no means compelling
I’ve found the most downrated movies on Rotten Tomatoes to be the funniest. I was shocked at how hilarious “Holmes and Watson” was. Judging from the trailer, it looked dire. What it missed was that each major scene was a master class on how to set the premise, then build laughs off it with more and more logical but outrageous acts until you feel ashamed and delighted at what you’re laughing at.
Same for Melissa McCarthy’s recent run of movies. Critics have been savaging them, but I thought they were pretty sharp, especially in their depiction of the “deplorables.” For example, those Americans who could hear a line like “I’ll bet she does her grocery shopping at CVS” and bust out laughing. (Translation: CVS is a drug store chain which sells basic foods in refrigerated cases.)
For extra fun, watch her in “Tammy” (low-rent white trash character) followed by “The Boss” (think dictatorial Martha Stewart). She’s a sharp actress in both roles.
But what do I know? I like comedies I can laugh at (speaking of Bond AND MC, “Spy” is on my top 10 comedy list). Our betters prefer “New Yorker”-type humor, which you’re not supposed to laugh at, but nod knowingly. Perhaps a mild chuckle at most.
One does not read New Yorker ‘humor’ to be amused but rather to be validated.
“New Yorker”-type humor, which you’re not supposed to laugh at, but nod knowingly. Perhaps a mild chuckle at most.
As a friend of mine used to say about SNL, “It’s art comedy. You’re not supposed to laugh.”
I like Melissa McCarthy as an actress and I’ve always felt she’s been terribly miscast and misdirected. Now that she’s lost a ton of weight and is doing Serious Movies I hope she gets more opportunity. Chris Farley once said “‘Fatty fall down’ is the only real role for an overweight comic”. McCarthy’s been shoehorned into bad slapstick for too long. It’s double jeopardy; nobody wants to watch a woman get physically injured on screen.
I had a molar pulled on Friday. Feeling a bit like a hillbilly.
Momma always said that the dentist was the devil.
Perspires. Shakes fist at sky.
A balmy 98F (so 36.6666666 etc. in French units) here in centralish Texas. Somewhat warmer in the CONEX storage boxes which I was just inspecting.
Weekend activities…not a lot. Generic chores, lots of lazing about, much streaming anime viewed, some (insufficient)time spent in my (air-conditioned) shed trying to work up the enthusiasm to finish my niece’s birthday present. Oh, and avoiding people! So Win!:-D.
A balmy 98F (so 36.6666666 etc. in French units) here in centralish Texas.
But it’s a dry heat, right? 😉
I had a weekend of editing digitized 30 year-old VHS tapes from and of family members. Won’t have to do that any more.
A balmy 98F (so 36.6666666 etc. in French units) here in centralish Texas.
We had a cold snap, it plummeted to 92F (32.8 Euros) in our corner of Dixie, but it is a wet heat. Animals that live outdoors are growing gills.
Survival skills in the wild have sure changed from my days in Scouting in the last century…