I agree about good beer, but local pisswater-in-a-can served warm because “cold beverages are dangerous” is a different matter.
Heh, we were watching Escape to the Country (a UK show) on DABL last night, and one of the house searchers said he liked symmetry. The captions changed that to cemetary.
The Rookie was the same way. It went off the deep end into some international conspiracy where beat cops get kidnapped into Mexico or whatever, and no longer about the adventures of the world’s oldest LAPD rookie. The show is dead to us.
And I just thought this exchange was ironically funny:
Agree!
It’s not a “political rant”. It is over and above politics. It is about what and how much, exactly, any given high profile individual has to do before people open their eyes and SEE what kind of human being they are?! That’s what I don’t get.
Hell to the yes, N.K. Jemisin. I’m in the middle of a big Jemisin kick right now. Do you know what’s she’s done? I majored in geology, and I have been waiting forty-four years for geological science fiction, while rocketry, exobiology, genetics, and computers get all the glory. Finally, with the Broken Earth trilogy, Jemisin has written a magnificent ode to geology. A whole community living within an enormous geode! Travel through the Earth’s mantle near its core! It was worth the long wait. I can die a happy science-fiction-reading geologist.
Really, any artisanal food or drink—E.g., coffee or cheese—is always tasted at room temperature. Chilling or heating dampens the flavor.
Somehow a mosh pit in my living room by myself isn’t nearly as fun. I suppose it matters what kind of music you’re into.
I love metal concerts and I was in my first mosh pit shortly before I turned 60. I had an absolute blast!
I give you college football’s winningest coach, John Gagliardi. Yeah, yeah, Division III, but 4 national championships.
He had a number of heretical rules (no hitting in practice!), but they obviously worked.
At any rate, he started coaching in high school as a player when the former coach went off to WWII. One of the first things he apparently did was to institute water breaks, noticing that hard working farm animals were given water and figuring if it worked for a mule, it would probably work for a human.
His main rules:
Gagliardi was known for his unique coaching approach, which he called “Winning with No’s.” He instructed his players not to call him “coach”, did not use a whistle or blocking sleds, prohibited tackling in practices, did not require his players to lift weights, and limited his team practices to 90 minutes.
I once had beer in a mug that had been kept in a freezer. Best beer I ever had. Of course I usually drink Heiniken, Bud or Corona.
Once? It’s not hard to replicate that experience if you wish. I do so several times a year. Some do it daily I hear.
I don’t get that either. Nowadays, you have to pay attention from the beginning of the series, not missing a show, because otherwise, you’ll miss something. I’m reminded of the Big Bang Theory episode where Penny wants to buy her nephew a comic book. She asks Sheldon, who is there, whether this one (Spider-Man, maybe?) would be suitable for a 13-year-old boy.
“Well, yes,” Sheldon replies, “but only if he’s read Spider-Man numbers 368 through 375, and X-Men number 157, and The Avengers arc about …” He continues on for a bit, and Penny gives up.
Entertainment shouldn’t be this complicated. I miss those shows from earlier days, where, as long as you understood the premise, you could watch any episode in any order. Prime examples would include The Love Boat, Fantasy Island, Lou Grant, and Gillligan’s Island, among many others. But it seems that you cannot do that with more recent offerings. They’ve become soap operas.
The thing that I just don’t get anymore are phone pranks on the radio. They just make me angry now and I think back to the Jerky Boys in the 80s and I’m mystified at teen self laughing at them.
Stupid empathy development.
Yeah, not just the music, but personal disposition. I’ve never been listening to music at home and thought, “Aw, ya know, this would be so much more fun in a mosh pit.” Like, it would never even cross my mind!
This is another thing I’ve never really “gotten” (although, the crowdsurfing aspect looks like it could be fun).
Since you seem to like moshing, maybe you can explain something to me: when you are on public transportation during rush hour (eg, in a NYC subway car), and everyone is crowding in, pushing and jostling you…do you enjoy that as well? Or is it not the same without the thumping rhythm of the bass, and without the interactive party mood? (I’m not being sarcastic, I’m actually asking you if the experiences overlap for you in terms of enjoyment).
Yes. Oh, so much yes.
Well, no, I hate it. Because that’s not why I’m riding the subway. I’m trying to read or do a crossword puzzle. Plus, there’s no music.
I assume it’s the same for other kinds of dancing—most people don’t enjoy dancing when there’s no music playing (or the wrong kind of mu sic).
I think this depends on the kind of music. Some music is meant to be danced to.
I had to relocate to the grass at a show a few weeks ago–a hard rock show, and everyone was sitting down. I can’t sit for that kind of music, but I don’t want to stand up in front of someone who’s sitting so I gave up my good seats to move to the grass. Unless you have a physical ailment that prevents you from standing, I can’t imagine why anyone would sit for a show like that.
But I also recognize that not everyone’s like me, and I’m not about to ruin someone else’s enjoyment of the show by standing in front of them, either.
This. If I’m at a Black Sabbath or Judas Priest concert, I want to be on the floor. If I’m seeing Pat Metheny or Leonard Cohen (RIP) I want to be seated without anyone standing in front of the audience.
And if I’m on the bus I don’t want to be standing. It’s just not the same thing 
I’m thinking more along the lines of the 2019 Peanut Butter Stout I shared with friends last weekend. We poured it into a glass and passed it around like a joint, taking little sips. The peanut taste blossomed as the beer warmed. Oh, and it was 15%ABV, so no chugging. 