You know, a train of thought I often entertain is: Were I to come across an alien ship, where the inhabitants were loooooooong gone, what would the ship itself tell me about the physical form of the beings that had once piloted it. Just goes to show the strength in the prejudices of etic-only data. Had one never, ever laid eyes upon a bipedal, tetrapod hominid, the arrangement of this lavatory as compared to the "throne" style equipment could easily lead one to very different conclusions regarding the what and the where of a creature's body plan.
It's a drinking fountain for quadripeds (at least) with prehensile face-thingys, with which to work the levers. Who said elephants/anteaters can't design and build spaceships?
I read somewhere - in Phillip Strongman's Novel 'Cocaine' I think - a great description of the stoned experience to paraphrase "Good dope gives you back the child like sense of wonder in the world, unfortunately since children don't generally have to feed themselves or have sex, if you aren't careful you can find you've eaten an entire loaf of bread, or got your girlfriend's sister pregnant"
That's a pretty nice Puppeteer, but didn't they have sort of a hump with their brain in it on their back? Been decades since I've read any Known Space, so I could be off.
Someone has to be the adult amongst all you stoners, so don't forget: I wonder if the filmmakers could have dreamed that marijuana would be legalized as tobacco was on its way out the door?
I was wrong the other day. Everything does not come down to about booze, food, sex and poop here. It comes down to food, booze, mary jane, sex, and poop here!
Haha... somebody said poop! ETA: and somebody please shoot me... been two hours since anybody walked through the door at work.
Playing Frankenstein I see...guess it would take a bit of bud to come up with a concoction like that. Also I think a hunter would shit himself if he saw that running around the forest.
