'Out Of Gas'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've heard good things about the movie, JenP, from everyone I know that's seen it.
Cindy -- I'm not sure about the Tai Chi. I can't separate the martial out, but I'm sure they have woo-woo classes where they make it artsy and mysterious for people who have no tolerance for martial in their art.
Oh, and Tep, with you on the FF Chinese, but as far as baseball goes, I grok about the same as Mandarin, although still more than Frasier Crane. I'm probably the only person here that thinks "That could be fun," rather than "seminal movie experience" in re Serenity,which I haven't seen yet. My cat has Pesci's personality, I think. Tony Soprano's. It's not mine, anyway.
When my mother was a teenager, they had a horse that wanted to live in the house. My grandmother caught him halfway into the kitchen after he figured out how to open the screen door.
What we really need is a cow, and ability to pasteurize milk.
Goats are more personable, need less area and less fodder, and give just enough milk to take care of the needs of a small family. Plus you will never have to mow the grass again. Go goat, choose goat!
I can't separate the martial out, but I'm sure they have woo-woo classes where they make it artsy and mysterious for people who have no tolerance for martial in their art.
This makes it sound like there's "real" Tai Chi and then some fake hippy-dippy Tai Chi. I know people do practice Tai Chi as a martial art, but I think it's familiar to most of us as the slow-motion stuff... I'll just quote, shall I?
Tai Chi, as it is practiced in the west today, can perhaps best be thought of as a moving form of yoga and meditation combined.
For many practicioners the focus in doing them is not, first and foremost, martial, but as a meditative exercise for the body. For others the combat aspects of Tai Chi are of considerable interest.
Cindy -- I'm not sure about the Tai Chi. I can't separate the martial out, but I'm sure they have woo-woo classes where they make it artsy and mysterious for people who have no tolerance for martial in their art.It's like an engraved invitation, for me. Seriously, I think Yoga is what I will do, when I start doing anything. I think it is probably the best bet to combat half of what ails me.
Goats are more personable, need less area and less fodder, and give just enough milk to take care of the needs of a small family. Plus you will never have to mow the grass again. Go goat, choose goat!
Heh. I was thinking about that when I was typing about the cow. We go through a lot of milk, though. How much is "just enough for a small family"?
Hey, I found a site that claims Tai Chi can help alleviate migraines, asthma, and depression, as well as prevent thrombosis and massage the liver and intestines. I don't know what that means either. But it sounds good!
Also, I think Jen was doing Tai Chi... I guess a couple years ago now, but I remember that she enjoyed it.
When my mother was a teenager, they had a horse that wanted to live in the house.
One of my grandpa's horses would drink grandpa's beer. Grandpa was an alcoholic of near-Leaving Las Vegas proportions -- he honestly drank a fifth of whiskey a DAY -- and so when he worked in the fields, he'd drink beer while he worked. If it was a bottle of beer, and he set it on a fencepost, the horse would come up, grasp the bottle in its mouth, and toss his head back to drink the beer.
They also had an evil turkey named Condor that hated everyone except the family. So whenever boys came over to date my mom and aunts, the turkey would chase the boys around the yard. This may explain why one of my aunts didn't get married until she was in her 40s.
Whenever the cows gave birth, Grandpa named them, successively, after the Apostles. Including Judas. And then the 14th calf -- no, it wasn't Jesus -- was inexplicably named Edgar. It fell down a well (obviously not one of those "wishing-well" type wells; it was a poorly thought-out well whose hole was flush with the ground, with a cement cap on it like a manhole -- but someone left the cap off and Edgar fell in), and Grandpa went in after Edgar to save him, and in doing so lost his glasses. But he saved the calf.
I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
OK, MK isn't terribly clever.
So, Mister Kitty is short for Mister Kitty Not-so-fantastico?
Hey, I found a site that claims Tai Chi can help alleviate migraines, asthma, and depression, as well as prevent thrombosis and massage the liver and intestines.
I need a liver massage.
But I want my intestines left alone.