Totem Destroyer

Okay, someone needs to save me from Totem Destroyer.

On one of my many pointless forays across the internet over my Xmas vacation, I stumbled onto Totem Destroyer and I must say I am completely hooked.

How to describe Totem Destroyer....hmm, well, it's kind of like life really.  There is a golden idol atop a swaying conglomeration of solid and jelly blocks and your job is to destroy the totem pole while lowering the idol gently and safely to the ground.

Think of moving children safely through the minefield of adolescence or trying to keep your job in a shrinking economy.

You have to have excellent timing, knowing when to do something fast and also knowing when to wait until the swaying structure is in just the right spot. You have to have forethought, thinking ahead to what happens to the idol if you destroy that particular block. You have to know what will happen after, if the idol hits a solid block or a jelly block.  You also have to act just enough, destroying only the blocks you are required to, to move to the next level.  I must admit it took me some time before I realized that.

I think it's good practice for real life (or maybe I'm just trying to justify my addiction?)

Also, the satisfaction when you succeed, after several traumatic attempts where your golden idol comes crashing to the ground, releases a little burst of soma in your brain.

Here's the link, don't blame me for the wasted time....

http://cache.armorgames.com/files/games/totem-destroyer-1871.swf

P.S. Turn the sound down, the popping sound of the totem pole blocks annoys your friends.

Slings and Arrows

I discovered a truly wonderful Canadian television show, Slings and Arrows, on Netflix.

It's about a small Canadian drama festival and it's been a delight to watch.


Check it out.

The Last Mistress

I've just watched "The Last Mistress" on Netflix.



Yes, I will watch any film set in the 18th century.  I feel keenly that I missed out on that century.  The clothes, the furniture, the manners, and let us not forget the best of all, the servants!  Oh, to be rich in the 18th century!  I'm sure I would have been a scandal....

But I digress. 

I'm not sure how I feel about this movie, which is about an all-consuming passion for another.

Quite frankly, at my age and experience, it all seems so histrionic.

Is this age, I wonder, or the triumph of sense over passion?

Have the fires themselves simply burnt low and are now incapable of such flames or do I know, all too well, the inevitable ending of all such passions?

 I just don't know...

Simon's Cat

Oh, this is just too brilliant!

Simon has got cat behavior down pat.

Enjoy!

Max Wants to Go Home

So Max had to go to the vet because he had a cold.  Max, not the vet.  Anyway, the vet office is about 20 minutes away.  After Max was poked and prodded and given a shot, he wasn't too happy about another 20 minute ride home.  So he whined all the way home.  I shot this with my phone just before I parked the car. 

If I do say so myself, it's hilarious. 

Poor Max!

Every old house deserves a madman...

Most of my dining room furniture is in the kitchen.

All of my living room furniture is in the dining room.

Why?  Because my madman of an electrician and I decided to put recessed lighting in the living room.

Since I have a plaster and lath ceiling, the mess of creating holes and running wire necessitated removal of all furniture and breakable objects.

My housemate, who is nearly autistic when it comes to order and routine, is slowly coming apart at the seams because of the mess.

It doesn't bother me at all because I never got that gene.  You know, the everything in it's place, oh God, there's a speck of dust, quick get a broom gene.  Can't say that I miss not having it either.

The madman has already rewired the upstairs and added recessed lighting to the hallway.

Apparently my 80-year-old house is full of wiring that's about to ignite and burn the house down.

Sigh.

He's not really mad, by the way, he's just a little crazy and never ever on time.  Which doesn't bother me, but drives the housemate crazy.

I wonder what she'll do when I renovate the kitchen.....

mmm, Philly Pretzels....

Having no time to eat breakfast this morning, after many appointments and errands, I found myself at Wawa at 2:30, absolutely starving.

I truly wanted to avoid carbs but refused to pay $3.09 for a power bar. (Okay, sometimes I'm cheap, but really, $3.09, that's highway robbery.)

So I grab a diet iced tea and head for the cash register, then I see them...pretzels.  Yes, mmm, warm soft Philadelphia pretzels, covered in coarse salt.

I could not resist.

So I bought one.

I bit into in the car and nearly swooned.  Oh, low-carb, be damned!

Cervantes said that hunger is the best sauce but, honestly, this was heavenly.

The delicate crust that has to be bitten through, the soft doughy middle, the agreeable underlying slight sweetness mingled with the coarse kosher salt.

Ah, what a combination!

Each bite somehow surpassed the last.

I swear, if I had mustard for that pretzel, I just might have achieved satori and kicked the frame right there in the car.

Ah, Philadelphia, there's no place like home....