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Aug. 24th, 2003 12:43 amI was going to type up my disappointment with the ending of 'Gangs of New York' and my excitement about revisiting Brust's Dragaeran Romances, but that has all faded into 'blah' now. It's all been written and re-written inside my head for the past 2-3 days to the point where I'm no longer interested enough to even see if anyone else is interested (and you probably wouldn't be...really).
I do have one nagging question lingering from an incident of channel surfing past a baseball game:
The pitcher appears to be 'cracking the whip' as he throws, or at least approximating that motion as best he can. So for interstellar baseball, would the best pitcher have a sufficiently muscular tentacle or does an endoskeleton provide some needed leverage and fulcrums? An intriguing question in biophysical mechanics.
...and on an related note I'm not even going to try to put into context, what color would plants be if they subsisted on ionizing radiation, the kind our magnetic field channels toward the poles?
Ok, that was actually sparked by a daydream about the possibility of Arctic coral reefs...which I think came drifting in from an exercise in world-building. And now you get another taste at just how scarily random my mind works sometimes.
...well, most times.
I do have one nagging question lingering from an incident of channel surfing past a baseball game:
The pitcher appears to be 'cracking the whip' as he throws, or at least approximating that motion as best he can. So for interstellar baseball, would the best pitcher have a sufficiently muscular tentacle or does an endoskeleton provide some needed leverage and fulcrums? An intriguing question in biophysical mechanics.
...and on an related note I'm not even going to try to put into context, what color would plants be if they subsisted on ionizing radiation, the kind our magnetic field channels toward the poles?
Ok, that was actually sparked by a daydream about the possibility of Arctic coral reefs...which I think came drifting in from an exercise in world-building. And now you get another taste at just how scarily random my mind works sometimes.
...well, most times.