1) Wet down the area with COLD water. (Always, always use cold water.)
2) Pour enough salt on the stain to make a thick paste. Scrub the paste into the stain with the tips of your fingers. Set aside.
3) Fill the sink/an appropriately sized tub with cold water. Pour in salt until the water hits saturation point. Hang the item so the stained part is dangling into the water.
4) After 3-4 hours, drain the sink/tub/etc and rinse the fabric, scrubbing it against itself or with the tips of your fingers. If the stain isn't entirely gone, you can usually get the rest of it with a mild soap and some scrubbing.
(This method gets the edges of the bloodstain, not just the center of the bloodstain: the salt denatures the proteins.)
Plot: Four mooks decide they want their political leader back and plan to use an EMP to shut down a city in order to get him. Mac and Pete have to figure out the plan and stop it.
[Frequently used Tropes are listed in the first post.]
- Mac and Pete are arguing about a botched ski trip, then they run out of gas b/c Pete forgot to fill up the Jeep.
- The bad guys are out to steal an EMP generator.
- Not sure why the woman pulls out an Uzi and fires off a dozen shots to kill two guys. She put a considerable number of holes in the wall/windows for no reason.
- I don't understand why they use the EMP to stop Mac's Jeep. Are they just testing to see if it'll work? It's a lot of effort and energy just for taking out 1 car. Though, I suppose it's less messy than shooting out the tires. But how did it not take out anything else? Was the charge that controlled?
- Dear bad guys - your plan is kinda silly. You want your political leader person released in exchange for not turning on this EMP - sure. But you kind of have ZERO margin for error. If your EMP plan doesn't work, you're kind of sunk and have no other cards.
- These four mooks think that Mac and Pete would have any interest at all in telling their story.
- Mac and Pete - sorry guys, but if Mac hadn't fit that pin in, ya'll'd be dead dead dead right now.
- It's nice that Mac saved the day and all, but he did it by destroying a pretty expensive piece of machinery. And now he and Pete are planning to spill the military's beans about this EMP? I'm not sure the gov't works that way - though it's sort of hard to cover up something that's probably already been in the news, I guess.
These are the notes I jotted down as I was rewatching this one. It's another episode that sort of plods along in the plot department. It's not really exciting, though maybe it was moreso before we had a zillion other terrorist plots come our way. Now it sort of seems old hat.
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I'm mostly nitpicking though. There is a great deal to like in The Daemons and it is almost a text-book case of how to invoke the idea that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic by showing the viewer how that works, rather than simply announcing something is technology and then having it behave just like magic.
MY BELOVED SPOUSE SENT ME THIS LINK LAST NIGHT AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY SPOT ON FOR POSTING IN ALL CAPS. THIS IS RIGHT DOWN THERE WITH THOSE GINORMOUS SNAILS SLITHERING ON PEOPLE'S FACES THAT I SHARED A LONG WHILE BACK.
STEAM AND GIRLY BITS DO NOT MIX. FULL STOP.
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For all that, the story still feels oddly throwaway. In season 2, I attributed the weakness of some of the episodes to the fact they had no real role to play in the larger story unfolding for the audience. Despite the fact that The Lazarus Experiment is anything but inconsequential to the larger narrative it still feels a little slight and I can't quite put my finger on why.
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At the end of the day, it has some interesting features but the bottom line is that it's really not very good.
I've been puttering around the house today, doing all the things like laundry and vacuuming that I won't be able to do if the power goes out. A few hours ago I had a fic-thought.
"I've been thinking about retiring," Mike said.
Jeff almost choked on his beer, and turned so that he could give Mike hell for it. ”The fuck you are," he said once he could breathe. As soon as he saw Mike's face though, he knew it wasn't a joke. He wasn't even looking at Jeff for a reaction.
But I thought - like I did a million years ago with a Fall Out Boy future fic idea - nah, I can't write that story. Don't want to jinx anything. It's not even set now! It's set after their contracts expire! Boooooo.
There's other stuff that I've been meaning to post - a few more thoughts about Scorpion, and I finally watched the rest of Lewis, but. Booooooooooooooo. *raspberry*
I don't even care how unreasonable it is to blame the Flyers for those contracts, but I'm going to focus all my grumpiness in that direction.
We are proud of our cultural diversity, and of the cultural activities that celebrate our part and our future.
Unfortunately, the next sentence is not:
In 2021 we will be commemorating the hundredth anniversary of the Tulsa race riot, in which envious, racist white residents killed at least 39 of their black neighbors and destroyed the most prosperous black community in the United States.
And the list of key city attractions -- opera, ballet, the jazz district -- doesn't mention that, as a bonus, if you visit one of Tulsa's parks, you may well be standing on a mass grave.
The scifi conference is requesting submissions of short stories. Alt-history counts....
(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)
Australia is a country sufficiently broken that we "celebrate" the beginning of the invasion by the British as "Australia Day". Local aboriginal people are unimpressed, and with the resultant health record from dispossession and endemic racism, it's no wonder that the protests will never end. Meanwhile, just to illustrate how much the current government still clings to Mother Britain's apron strings, the Prime Minister has awarded a knighthood to Prince Phillip, a rather vile individual. Even other coalition MPs can't fathom this decision. A positive upshot is the benefits it provides Australian republicanism.
Other social events for the week for caseopaya and I included having Clinton and his partner Deb over for dinner and a tour of the asylum on Saturday night. Deb was the main organiser of East Timor Women Australia and Clinton is a quietly brilliant political scientist and intelligence analyst and it had been several years (far too long!) since we had spent good time in each other's company. Somewhat related, caseopaya and I went to see The Imitation Game and the delightfully deco Balwyn Cinema today. It was a good film, a popular and somewhat fictionalised story of a one of the great contributions to ending Nazism and the invention of computing. Edit Neglected to mention that earlier this week went in to get my eyes checked, for the first time in eleven years (I'm lazy about some things). They've barely changed; if I where to get new glasses it would be pure vanity, and I wasn't vain enough to accept the $790 pair that were on offer.