A bad spoon
Her name is Hikari, and if you met her, you would remember it. She’s a lady, but the vet happily reminds me that she’s built like a man. One of the techs once joked that I must have a Maine coon when she took the carrier she’s so big and heavy. But those are more recent memories, and if we want to talk about the bad spoon, I should probably start at the beginning, like any good storyteller. The first thing you need to realize is that I’m not a cat person. I prefer dogs, in all honesty. However, I can barely take care of myself, much less others. This fact, combined with the small yard space I purposefully have due to the lower maintenance requirements, led me to conclude that it would be cruel to have a dog. Or any pet, frankly. Sometimes fate plays tricks.
(more…)[Virtually] Free-range Chicken
Why can’t you eat soup in the Matrix? Because there is no spoon.
Dumb joke, I know, but I have another one for you. What do you call a free-range chicken that is mass produced? Caged.
Welcome to the matrix… for chickens. With the popular consumer demand for free-range chicken, but not enough space for all those chickens, what do you do? Like the modern society we are, we turn to technology to solve the problem.
Lunatic Laboratories 