We don't want to doxx you. We just like sciences and plants.
I'll go back to Jurassic Park, Crichton really because it's in other books, Thintelligence is vast pools of data with little inter-relationship. Trivia and quiz lovers for example. The meat, the sex, of an idea is the relationships and application with other data. We can start with the Thintelligence and find a logical end. Then analyze and built the real meat and potatoes.
I have read all the Michael Crichton that was written up into the point I was about 30. Saw a few of the movies.
I picked up an iguana the day before and I was watching Outbreak. Those were the days we went to movies. Yes, this was in a packed movie theater.
My brother, the dead one, and he slapped me on the shoulder and coughed really hard into the audience at whatever critical moment and yelled something about me just picking up a wild animal yesterday.
Robbie could take a part in the engine. Robbie could program a computer. Robbie could play any musical instrument you could possibly imagine. Robbie could create perfect architectural drawings by hand. Robbie could rebuild his house. Robbie taught himself to repel off the side of his house so he could clear an ice dam but the sporting sports store would not sell him the gear because they said it was too dangerous. He lived in Jim Thorpe, PA. He was a wild mountain Man. He said fuck you. I got an ice damn and it's going to destroy my roof. Three stories up. He went to the climbing gym and he went through whatever it took and by the end of the day he had an instructor's certificate. He went back to the store and bought his gear after showing the instructors certificate and showing them a few knots in whatever ropes and proving the terminology. Robbie taught me to repel face first down off the climbing gym wall after we hung our own ropes because God damn it. We don't wait in line . Robbie rented motorbikes and we had a blast. Robbie took me to concerts and taught me music. Not to play, I can't play. Robbie's a master and Robbie could teach me to appreciate.
Robbie would have liked this plant but he would have had to look with a magnifying glass because he was legally blind for the last 20 years. Spinal pressure crushed his optic nerve and destroyed his ability to see. Was a nauseous kaleidoscope. Open your eyes and get confused and puke. That was Robbie's life for the final 20 years.
He ran the radio club for the local group. He taught classes at the Franklin institute. He ran the radio room at the Franklin institute and gave tours. He held the overnights.
He adopted neighbors in need. Had a series of his own charities going. Individual people of ages let's say 15 to 25 would get advice and money. None of them knew about each other and they were all were accessible successful based on Robbie's influence. They met at his funeral.. No one knew about any of the others.
So Rob coughed in that movie theater rather loudly. Robbie's got a lot of shit going. Was just one little slice of his moment of life. Enjoying kicking back with his little brother who was doing okay with his own house and had an iguana.
Robbie would have liked this plant.
I'd run the math past Rob.
I'm married to Robbie's wife's little sister. Best decision of my life.
That iguana was the largest one the vet ever saw. The healthiest one the vet ever saw. No metabolic bone disease there. I picked it up off of Craigslist. I interviewed five vets before I took it to the vet I would trust.
I had someone build a telephone booth size cage for it with a plexiglass top. I wouldn't dare do it in those days.
I took a job that involved commuting and I started leaving home early and coming back way too late. Simple as that. Too many hours at the office. I hadn't been allowed to put in the telecommuting yet. That was a couple years away.
The iguana shared a room with the computer. The wife wanted to be on the computer on AOL. The wrong wife.
The iguana got out and climbed some shelves and that's what they do there. You like their trees and it hovers by the door and you walk through the door and you have a really big fucking iguana drop on your head and that tail lashes around in the claws splay around and you've got a ripped up wife.
No salmonella. I had already done the salmonella treatments. I used to take that thing to schools. Yes, I was one of the people who took their big fucking iguana, and a red tail boa constructor, to schools and visit classes. And they were both treated for salmonella and tested fine.
Okay so now I have a ripped up bleeding wife who calls me screaming and I say I'm an hour away call. My buddy Bill and Bill came over and saved the day and locked up the iguana and patch the wife and that was the countdown. That iguana had to go.
I had a vet in Maryland meet me halfway for the transfer. They built a hell of a enclosure in their mansion under their stairs and sent me pictures. Iggy had a hell of a life.
It took me another 15 years to get rid of the wife. The wrong one.
So yeah, I know Crichton. I know wild animals.
Take care
