33, though that is merely a month ago last Friday. Though some days I feel like I am 10 years older. Why Should I grow up, even though I don't really fit the classical millennial mold (1981-1996). But I can still buy smokes and beer at the Country Store without being carded, so good on me. I don't really do the whole 'Man Bun' shit, cause I am better than that. I don't need an iPhone (idiot phone), and remember what it is like when a wireless phone meant extending the antenna on the house phone. So I am the ostracized middle child, in an age that doesn't understand that you can't be nostalgic for shit you never were alive for.
Ah, the lengths that people will go to to try to escape chicken farming. If I were a chicken farmer, I'd build a trebuchet and sproing myself onto a high-altitude weather balloon, which I would then reconfigure to summon aliens to rescue me. I love eggs, but those damn roosters make me want to leave the planet parsecs behind.
Anita is doing her escaping fast. And she has done it since 1987. http://www.anitamakela.com/index.php?k=120401
Experts tell to plant them head side up & to leave not only heads but also 5cm of their necks above the ground. Also about 30cm between each chicken and 50 cm between rows. Water twice a day and feed often. Good soil with some sand in it is ok. Don't plant chicken to clay unless you want to get king size ocarinas.
Maybe it is easier to transplant pre-started chickens, cause some people have no luck with chicken seeds.
That's like saying that you don't plant potatoes but french fries. Of course you plant chicken. You do it to get eggs. And if chicken keep eggs warm you later get omelettes. Don't you know anything?
Old enough to remember both rotary dial phones and party lines. Of course, my generation's party lines cost $2.99 a minute and were definitely not populated by lonely young women. Thank god the party lines evolved into MIRC and PIRCH so that, if you squinted carefully, you could pretend they were.
I remember the days before the internet, mobile phones, cordless phones, digital television and radio...even before cds and dvds! My childhood contained board games, power cuts and artificial colours and flavours. My mother is in her late 60s, and I'm nearly 33.5.
My first year in college, I had classes in slide-rule and drafting. When I left aerospace, we didn’t use any prints, everything was 3D solid modeling.
I took FORTRAN my first year of college and still remember those damned punch cards. And my cell phone password is the three-digit, one-letter phone "number" of my childhood best friend, burned into memory from saying it in response to the operator's "number please."
