I did not make Savory Carrot Potato Loaf yesterday for the simple fact that the word "loaf" is disgusting. Instead of ban-i-shedding it from general usage, I hereby proclaim that "loaf" will forever hence be used to refer to things I don't like.
Example that comes immediately to mind: "I have a loaf of midterms to grade."
Other examples:
"There is a loaf of Monty-hair in the corner of my room. I shall have to vacuum."
"I need to shovel the loaf of snow behind my car before I can exit my driveway."
"I have a loaf of student emails in my inbox."
Loaf is the new "buttload."
It might become my new favorite word, replacing dynamitard (you can work "loaf" into everyday conversation with much less effort). When I form an Indie band, Loaf will be its name. Not to be confused with Meat Loaf.
In other news, I've been watching Showtime and HBO series every chance I get - like it is vital that I see them all asap.
Season 2 of United States of Tara is not as good as the first season but Toni Colette is utterly amazing so I can't recommend the series enough.
Season 2 of Nurse Jackie is pure awesome. I would eat Savory Carrot Potato Loaf for a year if it meant that Dr. O'Hara would be my new colleague. Merritt Wever and Anna Deavere Smith are glorious.
Which leads me to The Sopranos through the Edie Falco connection. I'm in the middle of the third season now (aka the Disturbing Season, because it really is gratuitously violent at this point). I can't stop watching even though it's like a train wreck of aggravation. Every episode is like spending time with my parents, extended family, and self at age 15. No, we're not Italian (except for that one twig of the family tree) but holy fuck is Tony Soprano my father. And Carmella Soprano (minus the religiousity) is pretty much my mother. These bizarre familiar feelings are compounded by the fact that Tony Soprano is my father's television hero and we're all pretty sure that he, in fact, thinks that he's Tony Soprano. To the extent that my mother has banned Soprano-watching in their house because it "just encourages him."
Does everyone have this reaction to the Sopranos? Is this the secret of the show's success? The Italian mobster stuff is just the schtick - like the Dexter-serial-killer stuff is just a schtick - so what's left is an ethnography of Mad Men: the Next Generation. I'll keep watching, for sure, but I imagine that it will be some kind of cathartic relief when it's all over.
Other things I'm enjoying? WTF with Marc Maron podcasts. They're comforting somehow but I don't know why.
Okay. Now to my loaf of midterms!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Long Month
Everyone knows that February is the shortest month of the year but why the hell is it SO FUCKING LONG? It might be that I am resisting winter instead of embracing it, it might be that I have dozens of hours of midterm grading ahead of me, it might be that the job market (a misnomer if I ever heard one) seems to be fucking with everyone through the Chinese water torture of rejection letters and/or the application of impossible choices (you'll have a job but you'll never live with your loved ones again, which will it be??!?! Choose now!!!). I know I am extremely privileged to have my job and I am dearly grateful for my paycheque but if I started writing out all the ways in which living apart from E is actually physically painful I would never recover. I don't know what to do about any of this. February is horrible.
I'm sure you've all been waiting with baited breath to hear about how this ethical consumption thing is going. So first step was to buy special biodegradable, healthy, happy cleaning and grooming products: enter Barb of The Collective Conscience, owner of ecoottawa.com. I'd hotlink this post to their website except for the fact that I know Barb is watching and I don't want her to find my blog. Because Barb and I are now BFFs. E, very sweetly, ordered a bunch of shampoo and conditioner and such from Barb to have it delivered to me for Valentines Day (E is beyond totally awesome, is for certain). Thus ensued multiple email exchanges between E and Barb re: when it could be delivered and what the card should say and what kind of eco-friendly vegetable-print wrapping gift should have, etc etc. So E and Barb are now BFFs and Barb wants you to know that she supports the lesbians (as if something called The Collective Conscience could stay in business without supporting the lesbians, but I digress). I googled Barb and it turns out she was involved in a local fertility-clinic-mixes-up-sperm-so-babydaddy-is actually-the-fertility-doctor!!! scandal a couple or three years ago - Barb played the role of surrogate incubator (I totally saw this on Law & Order!!!). Objection: Irrelevant, your honor! This has nothing to do with ethical consumption. Overruled, I'll allow it counselor - even though this story is not germane to the case at hand, we can hardly expect D to just not tell it.
Anyway, a week later, I ordered a bunch of detergent products from Barb as well, so both E and I are tight with the ecolady.
Re: eco-special-Mc-friendly products. Here's what I've learned:
1) Don't underestimate the good work carcinogens and other nonbiodegradable chemicals are doing in your shampoo. Also, be wary of companies with names that make you feel weird, ie/ The Green Beaver Company (http://www.greenbeaver.com/). The label reads: Cranberry Shampoo; Dry, Damaged Hair. I didn't realize that meant it causes dry, damaged hair. It is like pouring an appletini on your head - smells great but makes hair weird. I would recommend it for shampoo users like Skinn.
There were other kinds of special shampoos that worked way better than the G-Beev but, in general, I haven't found anything in the shampoo or conditioner category that works as well as the nasty stuff in Pantene etc. This will be a continuing saga.
2) There is no such thing as an ecofriendly drain cleaner. Or rather, using ecofriendly drain cleaner on a slow drain is like bringing a toothpick to a knife fight. I will admit that using LiquidPlummer might be like bringing an atomic bomb to a knife fight but is there no happy medium?? Is there no knife??!?!
3) Eco-special detergents in general kinda suck. I am saving the world but my dishes are half-clean, my hair is like brown straw, my laundry smells like the dog, and my drains are slow. The one, wonderful, revelatory exception to all this is this product:
Most soaps give me rashes but Natureclean does not. I love you Natureclean 100% Natural Soap unscented hypoallergenic, you have changed my life.
In other news, my organic veg delivery has been a steady stream of carrots, potatoes, and leafy bullshit for weeks now. I am not a leafy salad person. I am a chunky vegetable salad person (ie Greek salad, marinated salad, non-lettuce salad). Because I also have a backlog of heaven-blessed organic eggs, I am seriously considering making Savory Potato Carrot Loaf (recipe came with veg delivery) today. It sounds so sick! But maybe is delicious?
This ethical stuff is hard. :/ Fuck you, February, fuck you.
I'm sure you've all been waiting with baited breath to hear about how this ethical consumption thing is going. So first step was to buy special biodegradable, healthy, happy cleaning and grooming products: enter Barb of The Collective Conscience, owner of ecoottawa.com. I'd hotlink this post to their website except for the fact that I know Barb is watching and I don't want her to find my blog. Because Barb and I are now BFFs. E, very sweetly, ordered a bunch of shampoo and conditioner and such from Barb to have it delivered to me for Valentines Day (E is beyond totally awesome, is for certain). Thus ensued multiple email exchanges between E and Barb re: when it could be delivered and what the card should say and what kind of eco-friendly vegetable-print wrapping gift should have, etc etc. So E and Barb are now BFFs and Barb wants you to know that she supports the lesbians (as if something called The Collective Conscience could stay in business without supporting the lesbians, but I digress). I googled Barb and it turns out she was involved in a local fertility-clinic-mixes-up-sperm-so-babydaddy-is actually-the-fertility-doctor!!! scandal a couple or three years ago - Barb played the role of surrogate incubator (I totally saw this on Law & Order!!!). Objection: Irrelevant, your honor! This has nothing to do with ethical consumption. Overruled, I'll allow it counselor - even though this story is not germane to the case at hand, we can hardly expect D to just not tell it.
Anyway, a week later, I ordered a bunch of detergent products from Barb as well, so both E and I are tight with the ecolady.
Re: eco-special-Mc-friendly products. Here's what I've learned:
1) Don't underestimate the good work carcinogens and other nonbiodegradable chemicals are doing in your shampoo. Also, be wary of companies with names that make you feel weird, ie/ The Green Beaver Company (http://www.greenbeaver.com/). The label reads: Cranberry Shampoo; Dry, Damaged Hair. I didn't realize that meant it causes dry, damaged hair. It is like pouring an appletini on your head - smells great but makes hair weird. I would recommend it for shampoo users like Skinn.
There were other kinds of special shampoos that worked way better than the G-Beev but, in general, I haven't found anything in the shampoo or conditioner category that works as well as the nasty stuff in Pantene etc. This will be a continuing saga.
2) There is no such thing as an ecofriendly drain cleaner. Or rather, using ecofriendly drain cleaner on a slow drain is like bringing a toothpick to a knife fight. I will admit that using LiquidPlummer might be like bringing an atomic bomb to a knife fight but is there no happy medium?? Is there no knife??!?!
3) Eco-special detergents in general kinda suck. I am saving the world but my dishes are half-clean, my hair is like brown straw, my laundry smells like the dog, and my drains are slow. The one, wonderful, revelatory exception to all this is this product:
Most soaps give me rashes but Natureclean does not. I love you Natureclean 100% Natural Soap unscented hypoallergenic, you have changed my life.In other news, my organic veg delivery has been a steady stream of carrots, potatoes, and leafy bullshit for weeks now. I am not a leafy salad person. I am a chunky vegetable salad person (ie Greek salad, marinated salad, non-lettuce salad). Because I also have a backlog of heaven-blessed organic eggs, I am seriously considering making Savory Potato Carrot Loaf (recipe came with veg delivery) today. It sounds so sick! But maybe is delicious?
This ethical stuff is hard. :/ Fuck you, February, fuck you.
Monday, February 7, 2011
I watch my numbers
The U has this thing where somehow or other funding is distributed throughout faculties based on numbers of enrollment and retention. There are other things built into the system that encourages full-time TT and senior faculty (as opposed to contract instructors) to teach large survey courses (as opposed to small specialist classes). Whether or not this is a good thing or a bad thing is debatable but also beside the point: it is my life now. So I watch my numbers. In November, my large enrollment class was at about a 60. In December, inexplicably, it swelled to around 77. After the first class in January it grew to about 88 and I felt good about myself! And slowly thereafter began the long, slow goodbye. I'm at 79 today and hoping to hold strong but the midterm is coming up so that could signal a grand reckoning.
Thus begins the annual "Is It Me Or Is It Them?" fest.
Does it matter for my job if I teach classes with high enrollment and retention? Yes.
I did an unofficial survey in my class and asked them all what kinds of courses they would want to take (they are mostly second years). Overwhelmingly the response was ancient Rome and Egypt, more military/diplomatic, more Germany/Holocaust. ie/ the comfort-food history favored by the Armchair Generals who watch the History Channel (in Canada, the H Channel actually still has history-related programming, it was kind of shocking to see at first). Some saw the survey as an opportunity to inform me of the ways in which I was teaching our class wrong: too much culture and women and slavery, not enough "real" history.
Of course, this is the issue. If you asked a hundred 20-year-olds what they'd want to eat everyday if they could eat anything at all, it would probably be pizza, McDonalds, and chocolate cake. Heck, you could do the same survey with 8-year-olds and 40-year-olds and 80-year olds and me and get the same results.
The question is: what do we do with this information?
And really, I mis-represented the responses to my original survey because, statistically, the overwhelming response was dead silence - only about a third of the class responded to the survey. Which is actual a pretty typical turnout for any Canadian election.
So, again, what do we do with this information?
Thus begins the annual "Is It Me Or Is It Them?" fest.
Does it matter for my job if I teach classes with high enrollment and retention? Yes.
I did an unofficial survey in my class and asked them all what kinds of courses they would want to take (they are mostly second years). Overwhelmingly the response was ancient Rome and Egypt, more military/diplomatic, more Germany/Holocaust. ie/ the comfort-food history favored by the Armchair Generals who watch the History Channel (in Canada, the H Channel actually still has history-related programming, it was kind of shocking to see at first). Some saw the survey as an opportunity to inform me of the ways in which I was teaching our class wrong: too much culture and women and slavery, not enough "real" history.
Of course, this is the issue. If you asked a hundred 20-year-olds what they'd want to eat everyday if they could eat anything at all, it would probably be pizza, McDonalds, and chocolate cake. Heck, you could do the same survey with 8-year-olds and 40-year-olds and 80-year olds and me and get the same results.
The question is: what do we do with this information?
And really, I mis-represented the responses to my original survey because, statistically, the overwhelming response was dead silence - only about a third of the class responded to the survey. Which is actual a pretty typical turnout for any Canadian election.
So, again, what do we do with this information?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
17
How I Met Your Mother has 17 professional, fulltime staff writers. Seriously, 17. I can't stop thinking about it, the number 17 keeps repeating in my head. It's the most depressing statistic I've ever heard. I'm sure many of you wouldn't characterize me as a particularly optimistic person, but I'm pretty sure before hearing about HIMYM I would have said that if you assigned 17 intelligent, sane people to solve any problem or produce any one thing on a full-time basis, that they could have a serious impact on the world. Seventeen people assigned to write my dissertation (they could have done it in a couple weeks!); seventeen people assigned to plan traffic flow in the Glebe (1 week?); seventeen people assigned to the question of nuclear fission or nuclear waste or even how to recycle better. I'm still in shock.
After weeks of calculation and consideration, I feel confident in delivering to you, faithful reader, this important information about Canada:
1) Within an error margin of +/-3%, 37% of my students look almost exactly like this:
2) Another 22% look like this:
If I had the power, I would mandate DNA tests to see if, in fact, 59% of Canadians are somehow related to n8.
3) Most people here are named Dave. Sometimes I call Monty, "Dave," but he doesn't like it.
4) The anchorperson who *might* replace Lloyd Robertson on The National (b/c Lloyd is somewhere between 65 and 125 years of age) is named Lisa LaFlamme. In a different country, that would be a stripper's name. Okay, it's probably a stripper's name in Canada, too.
5) Canadians *love* extremely disturbing public service announcements and we lead the world in producing them. The high quality of our PSAs sit in stark contrast to almost every other Canadian-produced movie or TV show which - with very few exceptions - suck ass. This is puzzling because Canadian actors, when they are acting in Hollywood productions, are usually very good (Rachel McAdams, Ryan Gosling,Pacey from Dawson's Crack, Sandra Oh) and Canada, when it's masquerading as L.A. or New York or the planet Caprica, looks like a land of gravitas. And yet Canadian-produced shows have been hit with the you-can't-believe-this-because-it-looks-like-an-after-school-special stick like you wouldn't believe. Why?
A public service announcement runs every other commercial break. Here are two of my favorites, both of which are traumatizing and will take you a minimum of 10 minutes to recover from (you were warned!):
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
*spoiler alert! This will fuck you up! seriously, for realz, seriously!!!*
If only we could channel some of our PSA-making talents into normal programming! I don't even think it would take a writing staff of 17 to accomplish. And I think we could reach higher than HIMYM.
After weeks of calculation and consideration, I feel confident in delivering to you, faithful reader, this important information about Canada:
1) Within an error margin of +/-3%, 37% of my students look almost exactly like this:
2) Another 22% look like this:
If I had the power, I would mandate DNA tests to see if, in fact, 59% of Canadians are somehow related to n8.
3) Most people here are named Dave. Sometimes I call Monty, "Dave," but he doesn't like it.
4) The anchorperson who *might* replace Lloyd Robertson on The National (b/c Lloyd is somewhere between 65 and 125 years of age) is named Lisa LaFlamme. In a different country, that would be a stripper's name. Okay, it's probably a stripper's name in Canada, too.
5) Canadians *love* extremely disturbing public service announcements and we lead the world in producing them. The high quality of our PSAs sit in stark contrast to almost every other Canadian-produced movie or TV show which - with very few exceptions - suck ass. This is puzzling because Canadian actors, when they are acting in Hollywood productions, are usually very good (Rachel McAdams, Ryan Gosling,
A public service announcement runs every other commercial break. Here are two of my favorites, both of which are traumatizing and will take you a minimum of 10 minutes to recover from (you were warned!):
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
*spoiler alert! This will fuck you up! seriously, for realz, seriously!!!*
If only we could channel some of our PSA-making talents into normal programming! I don't even think it would take a writing staff of 17 to accomplish. And I think we could reach higher than HIMYM.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Stumped
Got the organic delivery yesterday and was mostly delighted with all the new veg. Was good to see the usual suspects (apples, carrots), a couple humdingers (tatsoi), and some nice surprises (blood oranges).
But there was one inclusion that has me totally stumped:
A bag of purply-red plants that come with what appear to be their potting soil.
At first I thought it was some sort of herb, maybe basil. But the leaves don't smell like anything (except potting soil) and I ate a leaf and it didn't taste like anything (except leaf).
You wise gardeny-growy epicurious people out there, got any guesses?
The potting-soil part is a bit weird. Am I supposed to plant these again? If so, wtf because it's the middle of winter. Has my organic vegetable company sent me some kind of awesome drug plant that I am too tragically uncool to recognize?
Again: totally stumped. All thoughts very much appreciated.
But there was one inclusion that has me totally stumped:
A bag of purply-red plants that come with what appear to be their potting soil.
At first I thought it was some sort of herb, maybe basil. But the leaves don't smell like anything (except potting soil) and I ate a leaf and it didn't taste like anything (except leaf). 
You wise gardeny-growy epicurious people out there, got any guesses?
The potting-soil part is a bit weird. Am I supposed to plant these again? If so, wtf because it's the middle of winter. Has my organic vegetable company sent me some kind of awesome drug plant that I am too tragically uncool to recognize?
Again: totally stumped. All thoughts very much appreciated.
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Vicissitudes of Lecture Writing
First off, three revelations:
1) My tagine.
Yes, essentially it's an expensive slow cooker. But it makes everything delicious and all you have to do is put stuff in it, fry it for a while, add water or stock or, um, leftover New Years champagne, put the lid on it and simmer for an hour or something. And voila! Comforting, soupy hot food!
2) Olives (related to revelation #1)
Aren't olives fucking amazing?? Nothing else in the entire world tastes like an olive and how can you describe what an olive tastes like to someone who hasn't had one? They are perfectly unique. And they produce delicious, delicious oil! And green ones grow on the same tree as black ones! Olea europaea, I love you. (E disagrees and wishes this revelation would go away)
3) Mustard greens
Who knew? Brassica juncea, I thought you would just be a lot of work with little reward, like your cousin, Kale, but I was so, so wrong. You are the spinach that I am happy to see! You are a leafy green with a pleasant kick that does not taste like bile (I'm looking at you, arugala). You are spicy and sweet and delicious and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize it.
Now that that's out of the way, let me share my lecture writing process.
Stage 1: Denial (Sunday night, 42 hours before lecture)
"No problem. Tomorrow I'll just get up and write a lecture about the Enlightenment. Easy."
Stage 2: Confusion (Monday morning, 31 hours)
"How the hell do you teach the Enlightenment in 45 minutes? No one could ever do this."
Stage 3: Crippling Self-Doubt (Monday morning, 30.5 hours before lecture)
"WTF do I know about the Enlightenment? If I wasn't such a shitty grad student, I would have read all the books on the Enlightenment that were on my reading lists and I only pretended to read. Why am I teaching the Enlightenment? I should be subverting everything. I am bad at my job. This is going to be a disaster. No one told me it would be like this, I did not do this to lecture to 84 snotty punks about the Enlightenment, this is bullshit. I am gripped by fear. I must go to the bathroom."
Stage 4: Avoidance (Monday morning, 30 hours before lecture)
"It is imperative that I update my blog. I believe that I know about the Enlightenment but the knowledge will take time to resurface in my brain. I will be mulling over this problem in my subconscious while I play MarioKart in close proximity to a book about the Enlightenment. I still have HOURS before I need to do this. The day is young. The glory of this job is that I can choose my own schedule. I need to live my bestest life possible, perhaps I'll do some theraputic yoga."
Stage 5: Pressure (Monday afternoon, 24 hours before lecture, after checking email)
"Holy shit, I have a lot to do. There's not enough time. I should be in my office. I am bad at my job. I need to do all this other stuff now. If only I had more time to work on my lecture! The vehemience with which I do not want to write my lecture is startling."
Stage 6: Impotence (Monday evening, 20 hours before lecture)
"What is the definition of humanism? Why is wikipedia so hard to understand? How can I relate humanism to the Pugachev rebellion? Why am I talking about the Pugachev rebellion? What visual can I show for humanism? I will skip humanism and go on to individualism. No one will know. Except maybe the TAs. Fuck the TAs. This is karma."
Stage 7: Panic (Tuesday morning, 5 hours until class)
Fucking motherfucking fuck bullshit fuck cock balls
Stage 7: Embracing the Problem (4 hours until class)
"I am the professor. I can say whatever I want. I am in control. I am in my tree with the Dixie Chicks. This is just a nice talk about the Enlightenment. They are only children. My TAs aren't thinking about me. I can say whatever I want. Be the ball. I am in control. I can say whatever I want."
Stage 8: Mad, Blind Lecture-Writing (1-4 hours before class)
[thoughts irretrivable]
Stage 9: Delirium (giving lecture)
[memories can only be accessed by deep hypnosis]
Resolution: I need to implement a new process!! One with fewer steps and also better steps.
1) My tagine.
Yes, essentially it's an expensive slow cooker. But it makes everything delicious and all you have to do is put stuff in it, fry it for a while, add water or stock or, um, leftover New Years champagne, put the lid on it and simmer for an hour or something. And voila! Comforting, soupy hot food!2) Olives (related to revelation #1)
Aren't olives fucking amazing?? Nothing else in the entire world tastes like an olive and how can you describe what an olive tastes like to someone who hasn't had one? They are perfectly unique. And they produce delicious, delicious oil! And green ones grow on the same tree as black ones! Olea europaea, I love you. (E disagrees and wishes this revelation would go away)3) Mustard greens
Who knew? Brassica juncea, I thought you would just be a lot of work with little reward, like your cousin, Kale, but I was so, so wrong. You are the spinach that I am happy to see! You are a leafy green with a pleasant kick that does not taste like bile (I'm looking at you, arugala). You are spicy and sweet and delicious and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize it.Now that that's out of the way, let me share my lecture writing process.
Stage 1: Denial (Sunday night, 42 hours before lecture)
"No problem. Tomorrow I'll just get up and write a lecture about the Enlightenment. Easy."
Stage 2: Confusion (Monday morning, 31 hours)
"How the hell do you teach the Enlightenment in 45 minutes? No one could ever do this."
Stage 3: Crippling Self-Doubt (Monday morning, 30.5 hours before lecture)
"WTF do I know about the Enlightenment? If I wasn't such a shitty grad student, I would have read all the books on the Enlightenment that were on my reading lists and I only pretended to read. Why am I teaching the Enlightenment? I should be subverting everything. I am bad at my job. This is going to be a disaster. No one told me it would be like this, I did not do this to lecture to 84 snotty punks about the Enlightenment, this is bullshit. I am gripped by fear. I must go to the bathroom."
Stage 4: Avoidance (Monday morning, 30 hours before lecture)
"It is imperative that I update my blog. I believe that I know about the Enlightenment but the knowledge will take time to resurface in my brain. I will be mulling over this problem in my subconscious while I play MarioKart in close proximity to a book about the Enlightenment. I still have HOURS before I need to do this. The day is young. The glory of this job is that I can choose my own schedule. I need to live my bestest life possible, perhaps I'll do some theraputic yoga."
Stage 5: Pressure (Monday afternoon, 24 hours before lecture, after checking email)
"Holy shit, I have a lot to do. There's not enough time. I should be in my office. I am bad at my job. I need to do all this other stuff now. If only I had more time to work on my lecture! The vehemience with which I do not want to write my lecture is startling."
Stage 6: Impotence (Monday evening, 20 hours before lecture)
"What is the definition of humanism? Why is wikipedia so hard to understand? How can I relate humanism to the Pugachev rebellion? Why am I talking about the Pugachev rebellion? What visual can I show for humanism? I will skip humanism and go on to individualism. No one will know. Except maybe the TAs. Fuck the TAs. This is karma."
Stage 7: Panic (Tuesday morning, 5 hours until class)
Fucking motherfucking fuck bullshit fuck cock balls
Stage 7: Embracing the Problem (4 hours until class)
"I am the professor. I can say whatever I want. I am in control. I am in my tree with the Dixie Chicks. This is just a nice talk about the Enlightenment. They are only children. My TAs aren't thinking about me. I can say whatever I want. Be the ball. I am in control. I can say whatever I want."
Stage 8: Mad, Blind Lecture-Writing (1-4 hours before class)
[thoughts irretrivable]
Stage 9: Delirium (giving lecture)
[memories can only be accessed by deep hypnosis]
Resolution: I need to implement a new process!! One with fewer steps and also better steps.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Last Day of the Dinosaurs
Last night E and I watched a movie that literally had us on the edge of our soft, cushy seats. Reader, you will mock me when I reveal the details, but that's fine because you just don't know the truth: this show totally effing rocks. Like, it's amazing. Every two minutes we would turn to one another and say, "Holy shit!!!" I'm talking about Last Day of the Dinosaurs:
There's more video at: http://dsc.discovery.com/videos/last-day-dinosaurs/
Yeah, it's on Discovery Channel. Yeah, it's about dinosaurs. Yeah, we're not 7. But we came away from the viewing completely captivated and traumatized. When it was over we just held Monty and shook and cried. They made us care about the dinosaurs and then they. . . well, I won't spoil the ending for you.
Turns out, we came a bit late to the party-o-saurus as the video has been out for months now. It was the most-watched non-sporting specialty viewing event on the November 2010 Sunday night it aired in Canada! It raked in 2 million viewers! That's like 7% of the entire population of Canada and there was probably hockey on that night, alls I'm sayin. Perhaps these powerful statistics aren't helping me make my point.
Find it. Watch it. Experience it. It will rock your effing world.
[SQUEEEE!!! I just found out it's available in 3D!!!!]
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