Preach. 35 is a lot of chickens. Making a garden produce enough food to feed a family is a JOB. And that doesn’t even get into the issues of storage, distribution, etc. And I say this as someone who loves to garden and who has space!
Their next stage is “if that family also kept two hogs.”
Friends, there is no power on earth that could entice me to keep hogs. If you put a gun to my head and pointed at a pair of shoats, I would commend my soul to the saints and tell you to pull the trigger.
Wait, I misread. TEN hogs?!
I’d load the gun for you. Hogs are not hobby livestock.
The human being I know who is closest to Dr. Doolittle, who loves every species on earth with a broad and profound love, who is a Disney Princess to make Kevin look like a wicked stepsister, burned out on hogs. She tried so hard, and that was the animal that broke her.
And the thing is, I haaaaate industrial farming. I do! I would love if everybody was able to keep a couple hens if they wanted to! I would love to end the feedlot and the hog waste lagoon tomorrow!
And if I had an easy solution, believe me, I wouldn’t be keeping it to myself! But the drive to place responsibility on the individual never gets us anywhere good.
Support your local small farmer, but don’t beat yourself up if you can’t be one.
Yeah, this also conveniently leaves out slaughter and butchery. Which is HARD, and I don’t just mean emotionally, I mean it is a lot of goddamn work, processing a large mammal.
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Also, most Pokémon games are super cheery and life-affirming and random strangers tell you that life is about learning to live in harmony with people and nature and Pokémon.
In this game, you are informed repeatedly that if you don’t work, you don’t eat.
(I personally find this contrast hilarious, but I’m me.)
That horrible moment when you realize that you should have worked out a timeline for the fantasy series ages ago, and are now grimly trying to work out, based on the mention of people’s ages, what year X must have happened.
(I am trying to figure out what year the Saint of Steel died and it’s turned into a complex algebra equation with a lot of “Stephen is 37 in X+3 and Galen is 20 in Year 0 (the Clocktaur War) so solve for X…” while I dig through manuscripts trying to find people’s ages.)
Have arrived at the RV repair place in Maryland to pick up the repaired Lizardmobile. @LizardbethArt is doing the careful twenty point checklist. I am taking random photos of broken buses.
The problem is that the supply chain is so borked that the parts for all the big vehicles are backordered to hell, so it took like three months to get the Lizardmobile fixed.
Right, so I was at a con. A terrible doomed con. A con which was held in an abandoned department store in a small town in North Carolina, organized by a local comic shop that was…ah…peculiar.
Somehow or other, the con organizers had convinced Lou Ferrigno, the former Incredible Hulk, to come out, and believed this would be a big draw. Also the guy who played Captain Marvel on Shazam! in the Seventies, and a couple other even more obscure actors.
So this weekend, armed with a couple of AI art programs, I started noodling around to see what I could do, and if I could put together one of my Weird Little Comic ideas using mostly retouched computer generated imagery.
These nine pages were the result.
Using one program to render line work on the output from other programs leaves some fairly obvious no-human-involved artifact in places, even retouched. (I drew the figures, obviously.)
It works better in some places than others. Since most of the AI art programs output very small, I was splicing and dicing a lot to get enough to fit—this is 8.5 x 11, 300 dpi.