An interesting article in the Metro the other day about pool hygene, and while some of it’s rather sensible (don’t swim when you have the trots, don’t drink the water), some of it is rarely heeded (such as showering yourself down BEFORE getting in the pool). What was interesting was what the article noted about peeing in the pool… it’s not about how it affects water quality (as urine is sterile and any bacteria and germs are killed by the chlorine), but how it affects the air quality.
“The bigger concern is actually air quality, not water quality, which most people don’t realize.” That’s because when uric acid from urine mixes with chlorinated water, chloramines are formed. These, in turn, form into the gas trichloromethane, which is not good to breathe for long periods.
The gases tend to sit low on the water’s surface, which is where swimmers breathe, Hughes explained, adding that it’s more of an issue at indoor pools where the breezes can’t blow the gases away.
TCM stated that Notorious was “up next”, but when it came time, it was Mr. and Mrs. Smith, a not-horrendous romantic comedy which bears next to no similarities to the Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie feuding assassin spouses film of not too long ago. The film starts with the Mrs. asking the Mr. that if he had it to do all over again, would they get married. They have an established level of honesty and trust to them, so he doesn’t lie and tells her no. What he didn’t know was to come was, through a bureaucratic error, their marriage isn’t actually legal. When the Mr. teases the Mrs. with the information, she rebels against their relationship, throwing him out and allowing other men to court her, including the Mr.’s best friend/business partner (who, though it’s never stated aloud, is insinuated as being gay). The film’s 95 minutes kind of drags along especially knowing that inevitably the two will indeed patch it up. The bits of torture and cunning the two put each other through aren’t really all that clever or humorous enough to sustain the length that each one takes up. Though there are indeed a few laughs, the dialogue isn’t all that punchy nor witty. WIth it’s nonsensically abrupt ending, the film ultimately underscores why Hitch is known for his thrillers, rather than his comedies.
After nearly a full day in the pool, I could have eaten a horse, but Popeye’s fried chicken, with salty buttered biscuits, macaroni and cheese, coleslaw and rice and red beans did the trick just fine. For a while. Though my taste buds pleaded for more, my stomach wasn’t very pleased for much of the evening afterward (was it worth it… a mild “yes” but don’t make it a habit). I was surprised by the mac and cheese, coleslaw and rice’n'beans though, since I wasn’t actually expecting to like them, but I did. The biscuits are addictive, but probably the worst of the items for your body.