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makes sense -- absence of oxygen means absence of oxidation :)

"Hey you woodchucks!! Quit chucking my wood!"

thanks!

exactly! that distinction *totally* justifies putting their [human] life at risk!

he's at John McAffee's place learning survival and evasion (and comparing recipes for 'bath salts')

Forget that noise. Become a bowyer, learn archery; you're more assured to have raw material for ammunition and for the delivery system itself.

In fact, I'm late to my atlatl design class as we speak...

If only the mouse were able to defend itself... say with a 3-D PRINTED GUN!!1

It's a vicious circle man. A vicious circle.

I'm going with "potato" on this one. Definitely potato.

I have to exert some willpower now and again to not become annoyed at all of the garbage on YouTube (or the Internet for that matter).

The wisdom of George Carlin is immensely helpful in this regard: "Have you ever noticed that their stuff is **** and your **** is stuff?"

RIP, sir.

right. Because that's how we've done for the past few 100,000 years. Screw digital computers! We should be using clay tablets and scratches in the dirt for computation. Antibiotics? For weak losers! Because all of us such He-Men (but more to the point, that's not how our ancient ancestors did it)... mmm. Not so much.

Dragon Knight books: astounding in their sadness and beauty. The ending was killer.

I always thought that the Book of the New Sun series was like Thundarr the Barbarian for adults -- magic and super science in the future (albeit minus the post apocalyptic Earth).

Soldier in the Mist was pretty good.

Free Live Free was pretty good.

The Sorcerer's House was good, but I consider it 'Wolfe-lite'.

I met Larry Niven and Howard Chaykin in Houston last year. I've met Neal Stephenson. Meeting Gene Wolfe and Neil Gaiman would complete my experience of having met favorite authors.

thanks for that. Let me ask you then: where would you move to? Or what is your top 5 for places to relocate to?

I was smitten by a llama once. Her name was Doris. She was an accountant. We met at one of those speed dating things, and just hit it off. Ah, Doris...

hey

Love most of your comments, BTW. You have a good mind.

Having said that, I think this is more about mental break-though; self-awareness, teleological mechanisms.