The NY Times has a good article on political animals (yes, animals).
I introduced The Boy to 1988’s action blockbuster “Die Hard". I have a habit of reading tons of reviews on movies after I see them, and this time I discovered the American Film Institutes list of the fifty top movie villians list, courtesy of Alan Rickman’s performance as Hans Gruber. This film gets 4.3 starfish out of 5.
Honey beats meds at soothing children’s coughs. This is a study financed by the National Honey Board. In other news, I determined that people who don’t read the Biomes Blog daily are twenty times more likely to get testicular cancer. Including the women.
Happiness is being young or old, but middle age is misery.
Since I helped get Zeus the Unadoptable Dog adopted by a very nice couple, I’ve been rewarded with my next canine assignment at the Rescue League. Her name is Scarlet and she’s a nine-month-old Coonhound. Scarlet is completely untrained but is very calm and as sweet a dog as they come. She was found wandering the streets of Kentucky with two other dogs, all three of whom have somehow ended up in our animal shelter here in southern RI. As a long-time Ridgeback owner I’m a sucker for hounds, and am really looking forward to this task. I’ll have pictures up once I start working with her.
My sharp-eyed business partner Rebecca noticed that also killed during that freak eagle ray accident in Florida was a remora, which you can see next to the right wing of the ray by clicking on the second photo in this story.
I’m not at all into horror/slasher movies, but if you want a great scary movie, check out “The Vanishing”. Maybe it stems from claustrophobia, but this was one of the most terrifying films I’ve ever seen. Be sure to see the original 1988 Dutch version, not the Jeff Bridges/Keifer Sutherland 1993 remake, which changed the ending to make a happy story. 4.1 starfish out of five for the original. 2.0 starfish out of five for the remake.
I'm started phototherapy treatments for psoriasis on Monday, which isn't a serious condition but more of an annoyance since none of the meds we've tried over the past two years seem to work at all. So yesterday I go in for my tolerance test, which is done to see which light intensities are to be used based on your skin tone. This is so you aren't burned by the treatments. They cover your entire body, including goggles, gloves and a pillowcase over your head, except for five small patches on your back and place you in what is basically a vertical high intensity tanning booth. The five patches are exposed to varying degrees of UVB light to determine the safe level. Just before going in she said I could take off my jacket so I don't roast and she'd cover my arms with cloth. She placed the hood over my head but forgot to re-cover my forearms. I woke up in the middle of the night from my arms burning. From my elbow to my wrist my skin looks like a cooked lobster.
I had a photo but I thought I'd spare you a closeup of my hairy, red arm.
Remember Zeus? He's the dog I've been sponsoring at the animal rescue league. The staff assumed he was unadoptable and would live out his life at the shelter. Well, I found a home for him with a couple who are moving to Maine next week.
At first they told us the war would pay for itself. A cartoon by Tom Tomorrow.