If the petroleum deposits we’re digging up now are from all the plant and animal carcasses deposited millions of years ago, all the cemeteries we’re filling up now are going to be convenient petroleum deposits for when the cockroaches, or whatever, rule the world—assuming they require petroleum products, that is.
Every time Alex makes his special lasagna he mentions that he didn’t have real cheese. This is a subtle nod that cows are selfish jerks. They flat out refuse to acclimate to the vacuum of space. This is why Garfield won’t leave Earth, sasa ke.
The Belters, people born and raised in the asteroid belt, speak a creole language. Even with the subtitles on, I cannot understand what they’re saying. This is a subtle nod that not only am I an Earther, but so is the subtitle provider. And Google translate.
Ezekiel 25:16-17 foretold the coming of the VelociPastor (literal translation from the original Hebrew):
“Therefore saith the Lord God; Behold, I will stretch out mine hand upon the yeyo ninja.
And the velociraptor will strike down upon them with great vengeance and furious anger. And they shall know that I am the Lord when my velociraptors lay vengeance upon them.”
February 1st was my 47th birftday day. Hooray! I survived another year. And… ?
I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer. “Boo-hoo. Poor me.” It’s just 47 isn’t a noteworthy year—like 21, 30, 40, 50, etc. In other words, I’m simply a year older. So what? At this point, i.e. midlife, and after a “widowmaker” heart attack at 32, survival is about as good as it gets.
(there’s going out to eat several times on other people’s dime.)Continue reading “Happy Birftday Day, Poo Poo Pants”