Pop culture and some news put through a filter of optimistic cynicism. Also, lots of vanity. And seemingly a great deal about children. More than some might expect.
Written by John Moe
Monday, April 18, 2005
A Very Brief Conversation with Charlie (age 4)
ME: Hey it's lunchtime. What do you want for lunch? Sandwich? HIM: No! I want extinct cat meat.
Two ways spring to mind. One, is the classic time-machine/steal a sabre-tooth tiger skeleton and scrape out some bone-marrow and clone it deal. The second, which is more labour intensive but slightly feasible, is that you put seven cats in a freezer and then systematically wipe out all other cats. You could start with one subspecies, such as the Manx cat, which lives on a tiny crap island near Britain and has no tail. There can't be more than thirty thousand Manx cats in the world...
Or, you could give him hamburger and slip a whisker in there for faux authenticity.
Is there any way to respond to that culinary request?
ReplyDeleteTwo ways spring to mind. One, is the classic time-machine/steal a sabre-tooth tiger skeleton and scrape out some bone-marrow and clone it deal. The second, which is more labour intensive but slightly feasible, is that you put seven cats in a freezer and then systematically wipe out all other cats. You could start with one subspecies, such as the Manx cat, which lives on a tiny crap island near Britain and has no tail. There can't be more than thirty thousand Manx cats in the world...
ReplyDeleteOr, you could give him hamburger and slip a whisker in there for faux authenticity.