Commenter Tripp notes, quite accurately, about the ‘3 Plays That Shocked The World’ from a previous post:
Great plays, but I feel compelled to point out that the World doesn’t give a shit about American football.
Good point, and quite true. I doubt the world was shocked, since the 95% of the world’s population that isn’t American doesn’t watch the sport we call football.
Everyone’s favorite father-in-law-of-a-sister-of-a-Damn-Lefties-blogger writes from Europe (from London, actually, visiting with said sister and family) to ask the question of whether or not being tall is worse for the environment. And the simple answer is, quite obviously, yes. Bigger people consume more calories, meaning more land has to be converted to crop land, worsening the state of the environment. And, in a more extreme example, KLM Royal Dutch Airlines is increasing the “seat pitch” (the distance between the front of the seats in consecutive rows) of their airplanes to help cope with the fact that the Dutch are the tallest people on the earth, with the notable exception of the Official Favorite Dutch of the Damn Lefties, Wouter and Smitty, 5’10” and 5’4″ tall, respectively, and who, incidentally, welcomed Hessel Simon Peters Monday morning. Presumably, young Hessel was not named after the Official Dog of the Damn Lefties, although I see a bit of a resemblance.
Anyhow, while it is true that, at the simplest level, bigger people use more resources, hence are less environmentally friendly, what I would say in defense of all us Brobdingnagians is that, since we have less social envy issues, less to try to compensate for, as it were, we are generally less likely to drive ridiculously overpowered muscle cars, not to mention the fact that we don’t even fit behind the wheel of most sports cars. Whenever I think of a really conspicuously consuming jerk, someone like Donald Trump, I always envision them as being really small, physically. Not much of a counterargument, but, hey, who ever said logic is my strong suit?
Speaking of which, commenter Jenny writes in privately to say that she ran our blog through the engine at typealizer.com, which gives a Myers-Briggs personality analysis based on writings, and reports back that we are
INTP – The Thinkers
The logical and analytical type. They are especialy attuned to difficult creative and intellectual challenges and always look for something more complex to dig into. They are great at finding subtle connections between things and imagine far-reaching implications.
They enjoy working with complex things using a lot of concepts and imaginative models of reality. Since they are not very good at seeing and understanding the needs of other people, they might come across as arrogant, impatient and insensitive to people that need some time to understand what they are talking about.
Honestly, I prefer to think about myself not so much that I’m incapable of understanding the needs of other people, so much as that I understand their needs perfectly well, I simply don’t care. But, that’s just me.
Finally, if you don’t do anything else that I recommend, possibly ever, you should go watch last week’s episode of House on Hulu. I missed last night’s due to Settler’s of Catan night, but just got to see last week’s this morning, since for odd and unknowable reasons, Fox makes me wait 8 days to catch up online, assuring that someone who falls behind and wants to watch the series in order will be stuck watching them online until they take a week off, unless they can figure out how to tape things on their VCR, a trickier proposition than you might think in the post-digital TV conversion world.
Anyhow – go watch the damn episode. It’s 43 minutes of your life that you will absolutely not want back. Like all shows, House goes through dry spells of various lengths and severities. This season’s big plot, of House and Cuddy potentially getting involved, has, frankly, left me missing the days of House’s much more interesting drug addiction, vs. now, when he simply pops pills once or twice an episode, and it goes fairly unnoticed. In particular, Wilson’s weird attempts to become more House-like, after mostly recovering from the death of his girlfriend, trying to manipulate House and Cuddy together, have been awkward and, really, totally out of character.
However, all that said, last week’s episode had damn near everything I could ever have wanted from a House episode. Comeraderie and friendship. Serious pathos, in the form of an emancipated 16-year-old whose history may hold many more secrets than first revealed. A legitimately emotional ending where, well, damned if it didn’t get a little dusty in my kitchen. House seeming to act like an ass, while manipulating people behind the scenes to ensure that the proper lessons were learned, and everyone comes out a little more grownup for the experience, except, of course, for House himself, the eternal smart-aleck kid in the back of the room in high school English class.
It even had a real life lesson in it, which is that people can’t say ‘no’ to you when you don’t ask them a question, but instead simply tell them what you’re going to do. Valuable advice for all you graduate students out there, and if you’re reading this, you know who you are. Just great. Go watch it. Now. Or, you know, whenever you have 43 free minutes of time…