Brown Motion

Three girls puking while wearing 18th century gowns no less.   And much of this by either candlelight or dusk.  This to me was the plot for the 'Oscar for best actress winner film' called 'The Favourite'. Directed by a Greek and containing several English and American actors this story of Queen Anne was somehow a certain crowd pleaser for it garnered applause for the lead role. The protagonist is a heavy set Queen, bordering on delirium, who through postpartum depression and not having access to an iphone or Google comes off angry and capricious. Several instances of the film contain otherwise beautiful looking actresses puking their guts out in everything from expensive vases, to spittoons to the wild jungles.  I personally never enjoy period movies for a variety of reasons but humored my better half by sitting to watch this rather longish tale of woe.  It is perhaps a good capture of a period in English history in terms of costume and drama but it is ...

A visit to the dentist is ripe with blogging material.  Today was no different.  It was my biannual cleaning ritual.  This is an hour spent with a dental hygienist or a mouth sweeper.  The person, man or woman who works at the dentist office is assigned the job of using a warm water spray that is pointed into my oral cavity and with proper directional control used to remove the detritus that has accumulated with constant eating for the past several months. Today said cleaner was a British woman.  Let us call her Angie to protect her sanity.  Being persistently curious about my surroundings I like to inquire into the personal lives of the people that are in close proximity to me.  At least for the next hour.  I do not want a stranger just taking liberties with my gums and molars.   So we start with the formal pleasantries of what our parents have named us respectively.  After getting past that awkwardness Angie informs me that w...