Tupperware Kills?

I have somehow totally convinced myself that Tupperware is going to kill me. A long while ago I read somewhere that chemicals in plastic containers were able to leach into the various foodstuffs and that extreme heat or cold can sort of activate this process. I'm guessing that they mean stuff like Microwaving and Refridgeration.

So I have been pushing this into the back of my mind for months now until certain 'ocd' like symptons managed to dig it back up and now I can't get rid of it. It might have been the Tomato soup that I warmed up in my plastic tupperware-like dish the other day. Who knows.

I just know that my plastic microwavable container is now a permanate pink color. So if my tomato soup can forever permeate the side of that plastic container wouldn't it be reasonable to assume that the same container would leach into my food. And while I'm on the subject, what the heck is up with styrofome?

Here in my part of the country we burn our trash. Burning Styrofome cups lets lose a not entirely agreable chemically noxious gas that can't be good for anyone and I drink multiple cups of coffee out of these every day.

So anywho.

Glass. Old fashioned. Non Permeable. Hard to find. Drop it and watch-your-step Glass. Why did we ever stop using this stuff? At one time everything I bought or had delivered came in glass. Soda, milk, juice and beer. Well beer is still sold in glass and I find myself wondering why. Not for long mind you, as if I went to the store and had to choose between a box of beer and a bottle of beer I know what I'd pick but it still deserves to be asked. Why is beer not sold in plastic bottles and everything else is?

Of course now that I said that someone will have first hand knowledge of plastic beer bottles but I went to three different local stores and found nothing but Tin, Glass and Tin and Glass. I even asked one clerk if there was anything and she said they had actually tried to sell wine-a-box once but they couldn't sell it. So they chose to pass and chose Glass.

Now that I've looked for Milk, Juice and Soda in my area and only found that IBC Cola sells four or so flavors and that Coke sells some kind of a novelty pocket sized 6oz bottle, how am I going to leave my plastic habit behind me and return to the days of old where I could walk into a store buy a 'Bottle' of soda, drink it as I walk through the store and then return it on my way out for a 5 cent refund. Now all of the bottles that I have found say Canada and Michigan. Which has me wondering what is so special about Michigan, because last time I checked, it was a part of the same glass hating country that I'm in. I mean we all know that Canada is freaking awesome but Michigan too?

So I finally found non-colored glass soup bowls that I can take to work. Pyrex. They come with a lid and everything. They are more expensive but my tomato soup is now presumably non-toxic. At least I hope since the lid is still plastic. I just won't nuke the lid and it'll all be good.

Right?

Week of Wow - On a cracker..

I've been playing Wow again pretty constantly. I'm not sure how or why I picked up the torch again. Probably because The Wife and a friend of mine were playing and the constant competition is kinda cool. I'm still a pretty casual player and haven't even ever koined a guild but I did recently reach 80 (nearly solo, or duo with my wife) and I have started going to the dungeons I wasn't able to at lower levels..or is that lvls. Here are screenshots of the last week or so in no particular order..

Movie Myths

Since I've gotten a little older in life and all of the swirling hufla in my head has somewhat cleared, I have come to a conclusion. We as men have a totally unrealistic expectation of women.

I also feel that this is in large part due to America's favorite past time. Movies. We watch action movies and SciFi shows with amply busted women, with perfectly blond hair as they cater to the every need of their 'Manly Man' leads. So in real life we expect our women to be all Sandra Bullocks and Megan Foxs with perfect bodies and to be all teary eyed when we have to leave the room for a minute or two. We expect them to always have nice things to say about us and understand when we forget the fact that today was the 9th anniversary of that one time, when we did that one thing.

You know the one.

I cannot count the number of times I have heard someone of the opposite sex, comment on the a cover girl at the check stand. "She is soo Airbrushed!".

Soo.

Ladies, what about us men?

I propose that the female race has an almost equally repressive and unrealistic ideal of Men. Largely for the same reasons. In fact I would go as far as saying that the Universe would be an infinitely better place without the likes of the Lifetime and Hallmark channels.

Those channels do indeed make my butt look big. Not to mention the fact that they also portrait the average 'worth having' man as someone who would chase your speeding car through the rain, just to stand in your front yard with a boom box blaring your favorite song.

So I've started a small list. Movie Myths that women covet and that men can't live up to.

1) Prince Charming.

Let's face it. There is no Prince Charming. Even if there was. He would inevitably become just like every other Man. A balding, overly tired version of his previous self.

In romantic movies the leads are fashioned and formed for your benefit. Well yours, ours and the 50 million other people in our respective targeted age groups. The real thing just can't compete.

2) Men don't talk like that.

As we've learned throughout years of watching movies and TV, if a man loves you He should be able to spout a perfect poetic profession of that love in front of you and possibly 100 other people while carrying you off of your nine-to-five factory job and promising that you'll never have to work again.

As it turns out. Not so much.

There are men out there who will shower you with affection. Recite poetry and be perfectly loyal. Yes, there are. However, for some reason it's absolutely nothing that a Blue-Jean wearing, motorcycle riding bad boy who's a week away from his GED can't easily cure.

Hollywood has defined the perfect man as a ruggedly handsome, yet dangerous, affectionate, poetic, loyalist, who rides a Harley and is capable (but somewhat unwilling) of exerting extreme violence at a moments notice.

In reality, It'd be like having three men fighting over you. Three specific men. Clint Eastwood, John Wayne and Mr. Rogers. One would die immediately, the winner is simply quickest draw and It really wouldn't matter that the one that died first probably loved you the most. It just means that he thought you'd like him more if he didn't have a gun.

3) Theatrical Sex.

Ok. for the most part. We men don't have a teleprompter. A choreographer. A room full of writers and a perfect knowledge of the female anatomy. I mean some might, Brad Pitt and George Clooney do obviously come to mind but there are only two of them and 3 billion of you.

So don't expect the first time or the following 15,000 to be anything more than a direct result of how much sleep we've had, what we've ate for dinner and rather you've been talking to your mother again.

4) Romantic Gestures

Seriously. An all important romantic gesture. There's no such thing. They're just to easily forgotten. Romantic gestures are as as common as .. well .. Movie Endings. As men we really can't compete with anything that you see on the Big screen. Sure we can buy roses. We can even put the seat down but just like the other millions of little things that we do they just get smothered by the unrealistic romantic comedy and no matter what it is it's only as good as the next big Movie .. err real life romantic gesture. Most of the romantic movie endings involve things that would certainly get us arrested anyways.

For instance.you really don't want us standing in your parent's yard staring through your bedroom window. You certainly don't want us running through an airport yelling for them to 'stop the plane' and who in their right mind want us to hire a private detective to follow them around, so we could later pretend to be their soul mate.

Feel free to leave your own Movie Myths..

Our Kids and Critical Thought

I was searching Google News this morning, as I often do and I came up on this article.

Apparently the Middle School Teacher , as part of the curriculum, felt the need to introduce his students to what they call Critical Thinking and has been using these same exercises for 3 years. Copying the questions from a book called “Critical Thinking (The Daily Spark)" for his classroom of 12 year olds.

Now the part of the article that gets me is that one of the "Theoretical" exercises involves an 'enraged' Middle School Teacher shooting a rifle at a Student.

Here is the excerpt from The Harrison Daily Times.

The “Critical thinking practice” assignment sent home Friday, Aug. 21, had 10 questions dealing with such topics as number sequence, geographical directions and logic. One presented the following scenario:

“You are sailing on a lake. Suddenly, an enraged middle school teacher standing on the shore points a rifle at you and fires. Fortunately, the shot misses and the bullet enters the water right next to your boat. In what order do you experience the following?

It then lists the splash of water, the flash of the rifle firing and the sound of the gunshot.

Now I admit that I am going to have to side with the Grandmother here but I would really like to hear what everyone thinks if they have time to read the article.



Critical Thinking

Dictionary.com Defines the term as: the mental process of actively and skillfully conceptualizing, applying, analyzing, synthesizing, and evaluating information to reach an answer or conclusion

An article on Wikipedia goes into great depth about the term and tries to begin to define the term here: Critical thinking is purposeful and reflective judgment about what to believe or what to do in response to observations, experience, verbal or written expressions, or arguments.

The Butterfly and the Interruption of Workflow

Just posting a small picture of a non-colorfull Butterfly takin' off of my wife's Index Finger..