Correct! and beautiful math. That's how I solved it, too. I still remember learning how to do this in grade 9 math and thought that I had learned a magical language!
Al Gebra. A cousin of Kalil Gibran who was an epic failure as a poet. Al was forced to take math classes because his mother wanted him to be an accountant, but he was as bad at basic math skills as he was at poetry. He eventually excelled in figuring out the relative heights of cats, turtles, and tables, and made a bad name for himself among eighth grade poets who were forced to take algebra (named for our AL) because math teachers and school administrators are sadists.
Why cats have a hankering for tuna in the first place remains a mystery. They evolved in the deserts of the Middle East about 10,000 years ago, where fish of any kind was unlikely to be on the menu. https://www.science.org/content/article/why-do-cats-love-tuna-so-much-scientists-may-finally-know
Civilizations in the Middle East developed along major waterways like the Tigris, Euphrates, and Nile. Lots of fish in them-there waters.
My brother sent a message today about a 1960s show that I have absolutely no recollection watching – but the theme song was stored in my brain! How is it that I remembered the theme song but not the actual show? Not the characters, nothing about it, but the song was as familiar as if I heard it yesterday. We have a strong memory for music. Hearing music in your head is called auditory imagery. It is what accounts for that song playing in your head. So I had to google auditory imagery as a literary device and came up with To Autumn by John Keats. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-- While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
It's about time, it's about space, about two guys in the craziest place... I don't remember the show, either, or more than those first lines.
I have no memory of that one either (including the theme song), but it seems like a Gilligan's Island thing, only they're lost in time. The actors even give off Gilligan and The Skipper vibes (but sort of a poor man's version). Love the cartoon opening—classic 60's or early 70's TV.
Good catch! Both shows were actually by the same creator, Sherwood Schwartz https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%27s_About_Time_(TV_series)
Looking at that page of moths some posts back reminds me of this awful critter from Texas. They're actually quite common and like certain kinds of shady trees. They climb up the trunks to eat the leaves. It looks like a Rip Taylor hairpiece, but it's not that big. This critter is on a tiny leaf. It's basically a delightful, fuzzy Tribble creepy-crawly shaped like a garden slug. Texans call is an "asp." Touch it, I dare you. What follows, and I speak from experience, is the most ferocious poison you will ever suffer. You just have to brush those hairs and it will sting the hell out of you. It burns for hours upon hours. And it's not like some sad, pitiful sting you've known. Not like a bee sting, which I think I've mentioned here before is something I'm familiar with since I've done many springs and summers of beekeeping with my family. It's not like the sting of a harmless paper wasp (Last season I got stung by one of those living under my mailbox and just laughed at it. I wasn't even annoyed. But for the glory of the human species, I smashed it to pulp and then flexed mightily.) An asp sting feels like someone's burning you with a cigarette. It's like holding a hot ember that keeps sizzling for the whole afternoon. It is white-hot, blinding pain. I found in my research that this is the second worst sting you can get in America. The worst is from the tarantula wasp. I've only ever seen one of those in the wild. I did not let it land on me.
Okay, so he is batting .6 with his shows. He got the second hit by abandoning his first trick. So he learned from experience.
When I was four, we lived in Brownsville, TX. I sat down on an outside step and the back of my thigh made contact with a bright green asp. I'd still be screaming 64 years later if I hadn't run out of breath. Same place about the same age, I sat down on a water meter cover and was immediately swarmed by what we called cinnamon ants but are now known as fire ants. Same thing- only quit screaming because I ran out of breath. Then there was the big black bee that stung me in the face when I was picking flowers... I have some fond memories of Brownsville, but those aren't them.
That's the terrible thing about them. You just happen to accidentally touch them, and then you look down and realize what you've done, and it's over.
I remembered it, though not in great detail. I remember the two main cave people were pretty well known character actors. Imogene Coca was the one whose, name I remember. The other was, I think, known for earlier work in a show called Car 54 Where Are You, which starred Fred Gwynne-Herman Munster. We watched every episode. There weren't very many.
Don't microwave food in plastic containers Nebraska study finds billions of nanoplastics released when microwaving containers
