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Yeah, the last time I got a sun stroke was when I was 13 and in summer camp, waiting out in the blazing sun for my parents to come pick me up, and they were hours late. And I hadn't slept at all the night before, because my house mates were hazing assholes who would paint your face with permanent markers if you fell asleep.
That's why I thought I'd be okay if I just stayed indoors during this heat wave. I suspect it might have been more a lack of electrolytes than the warmth, actually. I've been eating mostly homegrown veggies this last month, and our soil is really mineral poor. (I know several people who've had to have their thyroid glands removed before they turned 60, due to chronic iodine deficiency, for example. Yes, even with the iodine-enriched table salt they've been selling for years. When it happened to my mum, the non-local specialist assumed she must have grown up in the mountains, with no access to seafood whatsoever.) Add that to not buying bottled mineral water anymore, and the minor hemorrhaging... well.
So, put some salt in that apple juice, people.
My room gets pretty warm these days; not much I can do about that. In some places I'd sleep in whatever room was cool, but the current house-share doesn't allow for it. Luckily my lifelong distrust of the sun and relentless tea habit tend to work pretty well.
I remember being at a youth camp near the French-Swiss border one summer with a bunch of other English teenagers who all lived in northern Europe (and were thus not used to high summer temperatures). Every time there were mealtime announcements, one of the camp leaders would end the announcements with "and remember: it's always good to drink water!". By about day two, we were all chorusing along with him (and mimicking his lovely Irish accent *g*), which seemed like mostly fun at the time, but is something that's certainly stuck with me.
I actually still find myself internally repeating the phrase - complete with Irish accent! - when it gets hot and/or I'm thirsty.
I thought you can only get a heat/sun stroke in the actual sun, and I was spending my day in a relatively cool communal room, doing nothing strenous. But it turns out:
Sleeping (or not, as it were) in a room that doesn't drop below 25 °C at night + light blood loss + drinking less than a litre in 8 hours, and only unsweetened, unsalted tisane at that = shivers and a world of pain come morning.
Thankfully, the shivering fit and some of the more unusual pain symptoms (skin feeling like sunburnt, UTI-like cramps of hell) were odd enough to get me worried (the joint pain, stiff neck, headache and dizziness could just be put down to my insomnia) and to seek out my mum for help, instead of trying to get some late-morning sleep in that rapidly heating room. Apparently the shivers are the last symptom before your core temperature rises to 40°C and your brain starts cooking. I wasn't even sweating anymore, or really noticing the warmth of the room. Even now, as I've slept most of it off in a cellar room with wet towels on my legs, and have rehydrated, my bedroom just felt pleasantly cozy when I was getting my laptop. The thermometer says it's 31°C.
Time to disappear into the ether for another four months!
The ones that have made me laugh most so far have actually been the ones with the worst titles/text as opposed to the worst cover art. (Well, cover "art".) Like The Legend of Oescienne: The Beginning, which as the post points out, is book two of a series. Or The Forgotten Ones (also book two of a series, as it turns out), which has the delightfully implausible tagline: "urban fantasy... by the seaside".
There's also a memorable one from mid-July where the image is blatantly ripped from one of those online RPG banner ads you get on sites like TV tropes. Not as in retraced from the ad, as in reproducing the actual banner image.
@Alice - why would they make coffins from lead? And it does sound rather creepy - we don't know what's in it, so we'll just cut it open. Said every horror script ever. :)
However, traditional techniques, such as X-rays and Cat scans, will not work due to the lead casing and scientists will only discover who is inside once they cut it open.
Was anyone else's immediate thought: "yeah, this is going to end well..."?
Looking forward to the article, anyway!
Funny though..."unrealistic expectations" is key thematic element of this movie...and played into its critical reception.
Tomorrow I will write something I have wanted to write for at least a year.
It will not be about those six movies. Those are just research.
Gunna be a looong day.
In Branagh's version (which I've seen years ago and actually liked, in a mindless fluff sort of way), they are played by Branagh and Emma Thompson, wheras Hero was played by some bland young actress and I can't even remember her male counterpart.
Kate Beckinsdale and Robert Sean Leonard, iirc.
(Okay, this is old, but the concept tickled my funny bone.)
He's not the Captain Archer Trek fans need, but he's the Captain Archer we deserve.
Completely without proof, I could imagine that Shakespeare possibly even *intended* H & C to be the alpha characters, but got carried away with how enjoyable writing B & B scenes and dialogue was. (Or random actor dynamics might have figured into how everything turned out, as Robinson says. I do tend to regard Shakespeare's plays as I do TV programs -- one big name on the package at the end, many people's input, critique, and tweaking along the way.)
Honestly, though, I look at this like one of those university thesis topics that could be argued either way, if one has the time and focus, and still get good marks.