“Of course, [the machine] needed energy, for cultivating the algae, and this was produced, we postulate, by a small nuclear reactor,” says Rodney Dale, a wild-eyed madman.
All one has to do is dig deep, several feet underground, inside a nest of the voracious Odontotermes formosanus termite to find a compact cinnamon-brown, filamentous mass of Wulinshen.
“Anyway,” I said, giving my messenger bee a good kick – it’s always dozing off and falling on me in the street, usually when hordes of people are about – “I’ve brought you some ecstasy pills and a sixth-dimensional cube to contemplate.”
New favorite thing I’ve learned in my wildlife classes:
There is a “device” used to scare away problem wildlife (mostly avian) that’s just literally called Scarey Man®
here he is. The Scarey Man
®
honestly he is so…..entrancing….…
Y'all sciencey types now what a scarecrow is, right? Y'all don’t need to go making up new fangled names for them.
as both a hillbilly and a scientist I take issue with this rejection of Scarey Man®. He is protecting my crops and my science.
I am also a hillbilly and grew up a dirt crop level farmer, and I can assure you i know my goddamned scarecrows and that is no goddamn scarecrow. That’s a bona-fide Scarey Man®.
They married in 1952 and divorced shortly afterwards. “He begins working calculus problems in his head as soon as he awakens,” Bell complained to a divorce judge. “He did calculus while driving, while sitting in the living room and while lying in bed at night.”
