I wonder what we'll find fist:
a) A planet as inhabitable by us as Earth.
b) A way to genetically modify humans to adapt to currently inhospitable conditions.
Maybe we'll be able to breath sulfurous air, like that found on XJ93832, which is otherwise a resort planet. I've been doing my own experiments with a homemade dutch oven. My subject/wife is quite an innovator. I think she's been altered at the genetic level several times.
I was just looking for an internet radio site... I'm working from home today and I couldn't find the power cord to the old portable radio. last.fm seems cool -- based on my first try. When you first login, it asks you for what band you're interested in listening to. I figured I'd give it a challenge, so I tried Mr. Bungle. A decent song came right up (Backstrokin) and it also gave me some decent suggestions for related bands -- some I hadn't heard of. The next song is right on key, so I'll keep listening for a while.
First, let's eliminate the few cases where grandpa has buried the family fortune on an encrypted USB drive. USB won't be around anyway, and the grandkids will have to continue to hovel around in the nuclear haze, their tails brushing aside old Kids in the Hall VHS tapes.
Let's get to the more likely possibility. Let's just assume that's grandpa's fortune isn't cash-money-yo! or the original season of MST3k, the Crow Tapes. Let's assume that grandpa pulled his head out of his ass just long enough to write the key to happiness. The map to this euphoria is expressed in exquiste detail, though its embedded in the bits of an old episode of Degrassi Junior High, hidden on the recently unearthed CD. Chances are, the kids will try to eat it. They have, of course, been scrounging the Wastelands looking for the Oracle, and it's only by chance that they stumbled onto Grandpa's stash... They will, of course, have to wade through his three terabytes of child pornography (he found a way to download the family's intranet). But once they've shuddered at their youthful exploits, they will certainly be starved nearly to death. Finding the CD inedible, they will have no choice but to take it to the leader of the tribe, Bill.
Bill will insert the CD into his rectum/DVD burner, and using his telekinetic powers, will burn the contents onto the newfangled media of the day, Puffs Plus nasal tissues. The kids will each blow their snouts, and then Bill as a sign of thanks, and then ramble off with the information stored on their platter minds. They will follow the map exactly, only to find the key to happiness. They'll wonder at the notion of a "cubical" and "work" and "fat free preztel" and "coffee". They'll be sorrowfully disappointed, though, when they try to point their browers at the prophetic URL, http://slashdot.org./
They'll be thankful, though, that they had the adventure.
Perhaps it's better to encrpt nostalgia... Life stopped getting better when they shut down Inn of the Last Home.
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I wonder what we'll find fist: a) A planet as inhabitable by us as Earth. b) A way to genetically modify humans to adapt to currently inhospitable conditions. Maybe we'll be able to breath sulfurous air, like that found on XJ93832, which is otherwise a resort planet. I've been doing my own experiments with a homemade dutch oven. My subject/wife is quite an innovator. I think she's been altered at the genetic level several times.
I was just looking for an internet radio site... I'm working from home today and I couldn't find the power cord to the old portable radio. last.fm seems cool -- based on my first try. When you first login, it asks you for what band you're interested in listening to. I figured I'd give it a challenge, so I tried Mr. Bungle. A decent song came right up (Backstrokin) and it also gave me some decent suggestions for related bands -- some I hadn't heard of. The next song is right on key, so I'll keep listening for a while.
First, let's eliminate the few cases where grandpa has buried the family fortune on an encrypted USB drive. USB won't be around anyway, and the grandkids will have to continue to hovel around in the nuclear haze, their tails brushing aside old Kids in the Hall VHS tapes.
Let's get to the more likely possibility. Let's just assume that's grandpa's fortune isn't cash-money-yo! or the original season of MST3k, the Crow Tapes. Let's assume that grandpa pulled his head out of his ass just long enough to write the key to happiness. The map to this euphoria is expressed in exquiste detail, though its embedded in the bits of an old episode of Degrassi Junior High, hidden on the recently unearthed CD. Chances are, the kids will try to eat it. They have, of course, been scrounging the Wastelands looking for the Oracle, and it's only by chance that they stumbled onto Grandpa's stash... They will, of course, have to wade through his three terabytes of child pornography (he found a way to download the family's intranet). But once they've shuddered at their youthful exploits, they will certainly be starved nearly to death. Finding the CD inedible, they will have no choice but to take it to the leader of the tribe, Bill.
Bill will insert the CD into his rectum/DVD burner, and using his telekinetic powers, will burn the contents onto the newfangled media of the day, Puffs Plus nasal tissues. The kids will each blow their snouts, and then Bill as a sign of thanks, and then ramble off with the information stored on their platter minds. They will follow the map exactly, only to find the key to happiness. They'll wonder at the notion of a "cubical" and "work" and "fat free preztel" and "coffee". They'll be sorrowfully disappointed, though, when they try to point their browers at the prophetic URL, http://slashdot.org./
They'll be thankful, though, that they had the adventure.
Perhaps it's better to encrpt nostalgia... Life stopped getting better when they shut down Inn of the Last Home.