My 3 year old daughter Lexi just said "The Wait Is Over" in ominous tones to my wife Darci. Darci had no idea where she got that phrase from. I thought it was from movie trailers.
Lexi pipes up with "No, it's from Pitch Black".
"Well my dear, you have very discerning tastes in Sci-Fi horror movies, but when did you see Pitch Black?"
"He was saying it to Jack Frost."
Ohhhhhhh... Rise of the Guardians. Not Vin Diesel. I see.
(more...)Okay, so I was totally surprised by Oblivion. I was originally planning on not watching it, bucketing it in the same category as After Earth – the sci-fi movies whose interviews prove that (provided they’re not completely taken out of context), Will and Jaden Smith have slipped their ratchets and gone cuckoo.
And then I did watch it, at my (way smarter than me, naturally) wife’s insistence.
I’m massively glad that I did. Reasons why?
Back in 1986, Paramount decided that on the back of its wonderfully successful set of Star Trek movies, it was time to revive the franchise as a series - partly because the original actors were demanding a huge slice of the action. But how on earth did we end up with the characters we ended up with?
I'm going to bet that it went down a little like this...
I'm pretty well known in some circles (such as The Atlantic Wire, Google search engines, and other random places) for my hangover cures. In fact, one of the proudest moments of my life was getting a note from a restaurant crew saying that they'd laminated my advice. And I know how much those guys drink... sooooo...
You might think that having posted that blog post (was it really 8 years ago? Daaaamn!), I'd have given up on hangover cures, and started to cure other things. Well, sure, my interests have wandered a little... but you know what? I still drink alcohol now and then, and despite my advice, I still get hangovers. Except there's a missing step in there - the drunk part.
We’ve all been there. After a big night on the town, you’re settling down for the evening, and ok, sure, you’re not really that drunk… maybe a little unsteady, but nothing a little sleep will fix. So you lie down in bed and close your eyes and… great. The room’s spinning and you feel a billion times worse. Well, damnit. Open your eyes again. The room stops spinning a bit. Maybe if I lie down next to the toilet at least I won’t make a mess of the bed. Fine.
And so you settle down for a night with your new dance partner with alabaster skin and a porcelain persuasion. Yep, you’re curled up ready for a fitful sleep with your arm around the john. Just when was the last time you cleaned it again? Great. Just great.
Well, that sucks. So let’s see what we can do about that. This post will teach you a neat "stupid-human-trick" that will help you stop the room from spinning next time you get drunk – and a little of the science behind it. Handy, huh?
As a dancer, I’ve pretty much got two left feet. Always have. (If my DNA source code is anything to believe, it’s partly because I’ve got a slightly worse motor cortex than most, making it harder for me to learn that kind of thing… I’m not sure whether I buy that or not). Although I’ve always had a blast making a fool out of myself on the dance floor, provided I had poured enough alcohol into myself to ignore the jeers, and the fact that I’d never be able to pull based on my “moves”. (Fortunately, my lack of coordination and finesse appears to be relegated only to dancing).
Last week though, I was playing Dance Central 3 with my wonderful wife Darci, and she said one of the most amazing things ever… (in between mocking my lack of skill). This is the one piece of information that totally clued me into what I was missing about dancing, and why she was more easily able to ape the dancers on the screen than I was. It was mind blowing, and has completely gotten me over the hump.
What was it?
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