February 14, 2012

It "IS" Better Than Delivery!

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Today, for whatever reason, I just craved pizza. I haven’t had it in quite a while, but I was thinking about it all the way home. I even wanted pizza from Pizza Hut, and I haven’t had that since my sister worked there as a teenager. That’d be two decades ago.

I drove past one which was close to home, but it was too early in the evening. When I got home I went to their website, and perused the offerings. Right away the classic “Meat Lovers” came to mind.

However, I’ve been trying to avoid meat during the week… and the more I looked at the pizza the less I wanted it. Processed meat and way too much cheese… and even with a small I would eat too much of it, and yet not finish it. Lose, lose. Same for Chicago Deep Dish… way too much terrible awesomeness.

So I looked up Panago, Papa John’s, and even went to Urban Spoon to check out which pizza places rated the highest. The more I looked, the less I wanted it. Then I thought… maybe I’d just like to meet a buddy at Brewster’s next door and have some Won Ton Soup. I called him, but there was no answer.

So, to hell with it. I went into the fridge and came out with seared cajun prawns on a bed of celery, carrots, caramelized onions, and pineapple chunks sauted in a small amount of grapeseed oil.

I’m glad I’m learning to cook.

Cranky

My dinner.

December 13, 2010

Weightlessness and Methane

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So it occurred to me today that I have no idea how they handle farting on the international space station. What’s the etiquette? It must be explicitly defined, especially since one of the physiological effects of prolonged weightlessness is excessive flatulence.

What do you suppose they do? My first guess is that they discretely go to an unoccupied module to let one off. I mean, talk about your confined spaces. Maybe, though, some forward-thinking (or backward-thinking, depending on your mindset) engineer thought of this scenario, and there are little fart capturing suction ports that one could sidle up to and use. That doesn’t fix the audio issue, but it could alleviate the odour problem.

Whatever the solution, I’m sure that their diet doesn’t include a lot of beans, cabbage, or eggplant. Maybe they are expected to just save them up and use the space station sealed toilet system. If that’s the case I think the astronauts spend a lot of time with mild stomach issues.

Now that I think about it, the astronauts on the space station have it easy. What about those on the shuttle? Or even the capsules from the 1960’s? Good heavens, I wonder how they handled the etiquette in those confined spaces? Probably just fire and forget, really. Ignore it. Actually, they wore space suits, so if the helmet is on it’s probably your own personal dutch oven. “Give me a second. I need to fart, so I’m putting my helmet on.” Talk about throwing yourself on a grenade to save your friends.

One thing’s for sure, farts in space are sure to be problematic.

Cranky