This is a guest post from Kathleen Sanderson, who just happens to be my mother. Since she taught me to read, I’m pretty sure she’s responsible for a lot of my contributions here! But last week in comments, chickens came up. Mom’s been raising chickens, goats, and various other livestock for longer than I can remember, and has become an acknowledged expert in some areas. You can find articles by her at Backwoods Home Magazine, and I’ll remind her to check in here and answer any questions.
One of Kathleen’s chickens.
So, you are heading out for Planet Four of Alpha Centauri. It’s going to take a long time to get there, maybe more than one human generation (depending on your mode of transportation) but certainly several generations of any livestock you want to take with you. You’ll need these animals for a decent protein source on the trip…
Right now what I’m thinking of is when Nimoy had to go through someone’s desk at Paramont and spilled green ink, and immediately left a note complaining of the sharp implements in the drawer, and saying he’d cut himself dangerously.
That – THAT – is the joke one of us would make. Never a mundane.
Leonard Nimoy, whatever else he was, was of our tribe.
Though I always remember Lewis’s comment: “For agnosticism is, in a sense, what I am preaching. I do not wish to reduce the sceptical element in your minds. I am only suggesting that it need not be reserved exclusively for the New Testament and the Creeds. Try doubting something else.”
In addition, a recent Meat Mythcrushers video from the American Meat Science Association addresses the misconception that beef production is a huge waste of water.
The video features Jude Capper, a sustainability researcher, who debunks the myth that it takes a whopping 2,400 gallons of water to produce 1 pound of beef. While that figure may have been accurate 40 years ago, with today’s sustainable and efficient beef production system, it truly only takes 441 gallons of water to produce that pound of burger.
After I shared the link to my Mad Genius post on Saturday, Chris Byrne offered an assortment of articles he’s written on guns in fiction and real-life use over the years, and he gave me permission to put them all in one place to find again, and share with my readers.
There is a lot of really useful information here if you plan to have guns in your character’s hands.
First it was an NAACP bombing.
Then folks actually looked, and noticed that the main effect of the bomb was discoloration, and it was on the opposite side of the building from the NAACP office– the wall of a hairdresser’s, and the only side that had a very low chance of someone driving by seeing something. So folks inclined to think of it at all figured either “dumb kids” or “attempted insurance claim.”
Well, we finally found out what caused it. There use to be a guy who did taxes in the building. One of his clients went to jail for tax fraud. The tax guy retired, and died in Arizona before the bombing… but the guy who went to jail was angry that the tax guy didn’t return calls and give him back his tax info, and so planted a bomb at the building.
The local NAACP guy is really not pleased to find out that now that they finally have an act of aggression, it had nothing to do with them and as just a crazy guy being (thank God!) ineffective.
So do you remember how last month, while the rest of us were somewhere between stunned and horrified at the savages who killed cartoonists in Paris, half of my colleagues went all sanctimonious and shrieked (I’m informed that’s a sexist word. Good. Ladies, if the harpy feathers fit, wear them) all over face book that the REAL issue — the REAL issue — was this bombing of an NAACP office in the springs which not only hadn’t killed anyone, but had barely caused any damage.
The offices are about a mile from the house we were living in at the time, and I THINK I heard the explosion, showing it’s more sound than fury.
At the time I sought out the report, complete with NAACP spokescritter screaming that it was clear it was all about race and wha wha wha poor little us, give us money to atone for your…