NYT: We Live in an Ultraprocessed World
NYT: We Live in an Ultraprocessed World
NYT: There’s a Good Reason You Can’t Concentrate
NYT: There’s a Good Reason You Can’t Concentrate
Junk food is bad for your body, junk stimuli is bad for your brain.
What the hell is going on in Korea?
Teach You a Lesson is a Korean Death Wish plot set in high schools. Some high schools are so dysfunctional, the government established the Educational Rights Protection Agency. The ERPA team is authorized to go undercover into high schools, and do whatever they think is necessary.
The old guy is the head of the Federal Department of Education and started the program because his daughter was a teacher who was killed by a student two years ago. Her fiance was the young suave guy. He was in Special Forces, leads the team, and usually goes in as new teacher. The sloppy guy and hot girl go in as students. With that background, the show does a good job setting up the team’s motivation to clean up schools.
The students are awful. The actors do a good job of making them loathsome. All the students are predators or prey, and there never seem to be any adults around to stop the abuse. The school staff are powerless to manage the students or maintain order, so the ERPA team is called in.
The pyscho students learn that payback is a bitch. In the first episode, the team leader slaps the shit out of the big man on campus. In the third episode, the social media mean-girl bully gets her accounts hacked and humiliated.
It’s okay, they deserve it. By that point, the bullies have driven their victim to leave the school or commit suicide.
Teach You a Lesson is on Netflix and dubbed in English. It’s good for the genre. 8/10.
It’s a cold and rainy Fall day, so I want a nap, and Sparky wants to help.
These are Sparky’s cousins. From the left, Chumley, Grumpy, Cueball and Snowflake. Sparky came up with those names. It took a while for me to figure out that Sparky is a mean girl. I don’t know if Sparky has even met Spunky and Cooper. Maybe when I had gallbladder surgery.
Just checked the election results for my precinct. Both of my issues were approved.
This is the vexatious project that took three times longer than it should have.
My bed platform has a tunnel down the center. There is an IKEA chest of drawers under each side of the platform, and the bed is wider than both of them. I did use that space for storage, but long things tend to be narrow, so there was a lot of wasted space.
Spam season is ending, but we have to get through election day. Social media and corporate media will be jammed up with fraught political commentary. Consider today to be a day of contemplation. Unplug. Rake your leaves. Wash your beagle.
If you aren’t remedial, you should vote.
I’ve been vexed by a project that’s taken three times longer than it should have, so I haven’t posted for a couple of days.
Sparky hasn’t been getting as much attention as he should. He can work around that by taking more naps, but he is concerned that the last couple of posts make him sound like a feeble dotard.
Sparky wanted me to set the record straight by getting video of him tearing up this bully stick like a puppy half his age.
I thought about adding music or wisecracks to the video, but sometimes it’s enough to see Sparky use his little paws like people hands.
That’s his sheepish grin. He’s playing it cool, but Sparky is flustered.
Sparky was excited to go for a car ride. Going down the stairs to the garage, he almost lost it.
Sparky has two crates, two additional beds, a ball pit and his own couch. He figured the best move was to spend the night on my couch on the clean laundry that I didn’t get around to folding last night.
I don’t mind. Not even a little bit. Sparky isn’t a young fella anymore, so we make allowances.
When Sparky finally gets out of bed, do I put away my laundry or throw it back in the washing machine?
I don’t want to be a filthy beast man or dog boy, so I suppose I will do a load of laundry.