God's Favorite Mistake

AH, this person has never been on a forced 10k run in 90 degree heat 90 % humidity and then forced to slam a liter of ice water.

in drinking ice water, you are functionally adding several ounces of 32° f water into a solid body of 100+ lbs at 98° f.

Also chugging a liter of ANY temperature of water after running hard in high temperatures is going to make you throw up!! That's why you don't do it!! you sip -- SIP!!!! -- water that hopefully has some form of salt or sugar or vinegar or electrolytes in it that make it more palatable to your tummy! In a pinch, tannins also work which is why even unsweetened iced tea does more on a hot day than plain water! See also lemonade! (Squash for you heathens out there.) Anyway this is your loving Southeastern-US-former-athlete telling you to please, please, please not chug anything but especially not plain water after hard exertion in high heat. *kisses you on your sweaty forehead*

Things that work in fiction but not real life

I wonder if those Aeldari exodite dinosaurs are actually the dinosaurs. There was always that strange alignment of the Aeldari Empire lasting for 65 million years, so I wonder if they picked up some dinosaurs early on.

The Teton Dam Failure

That video of Alex Hirsch reading S&P notes for Gravity Falls conveys a few things to me:

J. Michael Straczynski, creator of Babylon 5, was before that a producer and writer for a number of cartoons in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s (The Real Ghostbusters and the original She-Ra, most notably). After a few years of dealing with the censors and their obsession with finding Satanism (or at least looking for Satanism to further political agendas) he wrote an article about the whole corrupt and bullshit system.

Every time something like this comes up, I remember two stories about making media. The first is about movies, and comes from Quentin “Feet Man” Tarantino.

texas giraffe update:

“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

Some context: Texas and Arkansas share a corner border. Now, Texas is FECKING HUGE and there are many, many parts of Texas that cannot visit Arkansas overnight, but there are parts where it’s no trouble at all.

So I looked up the author of this book, Cherry, and it’s a memoir. Mary Kate grew up in Groves, Texas. Which is nowhere near the Arkansas border.