February 20th, 2010

themselves

The end of a metaphysical debate

timprov: So if you make something that's half muffin and half kangaroo, but then you only frost it inside the pouch, is it a muffin or a cupcake?
Me: Only the joey is a cupcake. The rest is a muffin.
timprov: Do the cupcakes breed true when the joey grows up?
Me: Look, I can make you a Punnett Square when you wake up--
timprov: I don't want to be a Punnett Square when I wake up! I want to be a Punnett Square now!

I do wish to clarify that while frosting is a guideline for the important existential difference between muffins and cupcakes, it is not the endpoint of the discussion, which is I think how we got to kangaroos. Either that or we got to kangaroos because timprov should have gone to bed half an hour ago. I'm not really sure.

I am just relieved that there was nothing whatsoever about frosting ducks, geese, or grey ducks. Because that would have been just silly.
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Possibly related to Illuminati of some sort

Scientific American had a blurb for The Secret History of the Mongol Queens: How the Daughters of Genghis Khan Rescued His Empire, which sounds awesome to me, so I went to see if our library had it. I typed in "Secret History" in the title field, on the theory that it would amuse me to see what things had "The Secret History of" at the beginning of their titles, and I might want to read the secret history of manhole covers or rat traps.

The library's webpage gave me a page of gibberish characters I've never gotten as an error message before, and now it's pouting and refusing to let me log in at all.

Apparently There Are Some Things Man Is Not Meant To Know, or, more to the point, Some Things Man Is Not Meant To Check Out From The Library. Cue creepy music here.
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I might have called it Sam and Milner's War, but it's still good.

I am pretty tired, and it suddenly occurred to me last night, with a ping that was nearly audible, that porphyrin had said that I would be back to eighty to ninety percent awhile back, as the pneumonia went away. And I was, and it was such a relief that I was thinking of it as, "Well, I've been tired today," for a great many days in a row, and it is now dawning on me that this is why she said 80-90% then and not 100%.

So I've gotten into that mode where I think I should post about things and then I think I should do it all at once and make a five-or-more things post, and then I am too tired for that and don't do it.

So this is not necessarily the most important thing, but here, have a thing:

elisem talked about the British TV show Foyle's War, and our library has it, so I got the first episode. I have now watched the second episode. The library is completely psychotic about which TV shows it checks out as single episodes and which as entire seasons, but the Foyle's War episodes are about 100 minutes each, just about right for my workouts, so it's not too frustrating to have to get them one at a time.

The premise of the show is that DCS Foyle is a British policeman in Hastings during WWII, going around having to solve crimes that are caused or complicated or otherwise affected by the war and its environs. It's got a Sergeant who was wounded in early action in Norway, and it's got a driver who is taking advantage of the war to take a job her family would have objected to were it not that We All Must Pitch In. And I am really enjoying it.

I think some of the buttons it presses are more or less factory-standard for people in our culture, since WWII is The Designated Good War, but it's not as simplistic as that. And also some of the buttons it presses are mine more particularly because I grew up with a mother who was reading Liddell-Hart on tank battles and various other things like that for my early childhood. (Liddell-Hart: useful for Girl Scout leaders. They should put that on his books as a blurb.) In fact I was in junior high before I read the spine and realized that Liddell-Hart was the guy's name. I sort of processed it as a statement of priorities: Daddy and I and the grands and the dog and sometimes the godfathers when we could get them, we were Mom's Great Heart, but history was her Little Heart, WWII history in particular at the time. For me getting interested in the Great War was in some ways the category of gentle rebellion that's like staying out half an hour late with a boy your parents know and like.

They are not making a fuss over the historical tidbits, is the thing. They can have food without having obligatory conversations like, "You used your ration coupons to get this for us, didn't you?" "Why yes. Yes I did. Because there is a war on, you know." "Yes, and we must use ration coupons because of this war that is on." The food is done right without being done ostentatiously, and so on with the rest. This time out, Foyle and Sam and Milner got to stop Mosleyites, and it was lovely.

I recommend Foyle's War pretty heartily. I don't know if it's on Netflix, since we don't do Netflix, but it's worth checking your local library if it isn't and if your local library carries DVDs.