{"id":230,"date":"2017-10-10T00:01:38","date_gmt":"2017-10-10T04:01:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kirabug.com\/?p=230"},"modified":"2017-09-29T22:39:58","modified_gmt":"2017-09-30T02:39:58","slug":"day-40-peace-and-boots","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/2017\/10\/day-40-peace-and-boots\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 40: Peace, and boots"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Day 40:<\/p>\n<p>When I finished yesterday&#8217;s post, I took a nap, but it wasn&#8217;t a very long nap because now that I&#8217;ve got windows in my cave house, sleeping is harder because the sun actually makes it into the room.<\/p>\n<p>Funny that. Biorhythms are difficult to defeat on any world.<\/p>\n<p>I gathered eggs, wheat, carrots, and seeds from my &#8220;farm&#8221; and fed the animals. Since feeding the animals results in more animals, I&#8217;ve got a sizable number of chicken ducks now and enough cows that fresh milk is definitely not a problem around here. (These weird cow creatures give milk all the time even though their young are only &#8220;young&#8221; for about three days. Maybe they&#8217;re always producing milk in case they accidentally eat and mate that day?)<\/p>\n<p>I discovered one of my horses had escaped, but he wasn&#8217;t very good at it. He stood on the other side of the fence and looked at me like &#8220;Yo, what am I doing out here?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I still haven&#8217;t figured out how he escaped. Sometimes I swear animals can just like slide through the fence. I know the physics folks swear that&#8217;s impossible &#8212; something about the fact that even though there&#8217;s more space in our atoms than material the atomic forces don&#8217;t actually let us slide though things &#8212; but I&#8217;m pretty sure those physicists haven&#8217;t met the\u00a0<em>vwooping<\/em> land squid of death either.<\/p>\n<p>Anyhow, Stupid Horse (his new name, he didn&#8217;t really have one before) went right back into my fenced-in yard once I caught him.<\/p>\n<p>Near the end of the day I did some fishing. I caught:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>One bone. Looks like a femur off a skeleton. (I haven&#8217;t seen any of the skeletons lately. Maybe I killed them all off. That would be both an ecological disaster and good for my health.)<\/li>\n<li>One wooden bowl. Looks like a soup bowl. Reminds me of those songs Gran used to sing about &#8220;Here&#8217;s good luck to the\u00a0pint pot, half a pint,\u00a0gill pot, half a gill, quarter gill,\u00a0nippikin and the brown bowl \/ \u00a0here&#8217;s good luck to the pint pot,\u00a0good luck to the barley mow&#8221; from way way before any of us were born.<\/li>\n<li>One pair of boots. If I didn&#8217;t think the archaeologists at The Company would flay me alive and use my corpse as a figurehead on the prow of the ship, I&#8217;d set up a boot shop at the end of all this.<\/li>\n<li>One fish.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Kind of glad for the fish, I was getting nervous they&#8217;d all died or something and the water&#8217;d gone toxic. But nope, still fish in there.<\/p>\n<p>Also, chicken ducks takes too long to write. I think I&#8217;m going to call them &#8220;duckens&#8221; from here out.<\/p>\n<p>Going to try to get a good night&#8217;s sleep tonight and then get back down into the mines tomorrow. My arm&#8217;s still sore &#8212; one day of rest isn&#8217;t enough to save it &#8212; but it&#8217;s either that or sit around watching Stupid Horse to see if I can figure out how he got out the first time, and that&#8217;s, well, boring. I&#8217;m a miner, I like to dig.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_360\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-360\" style=\"width: 2732px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-40.png?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-360 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-40.png?resize=525%2C394&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Black and white sketch from above: one femur, one wooden bowl (badly drawn), one pair of boots\" width=\"525\" height=\"394\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-40.png?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-40.png?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-40.png?resize=768%2C576&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-40.png?resize=1024%2C768&amp;ssl=1 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-360\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Bowls are really hard to draw from above.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Day 40: When I finished yesterday&#8217;s post, I took a nap, but it wasn&#8217;t a very long nap because now that I&#8217;ve got windows in my cave house, sleeping is harder because the sun actually makes it into the room. Funny that. Biorhythms are difficult to defeat on any world. I gathered eggs, wheat, carrots, &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/2017\/10\/day-40-peace-and-boots\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Day 40: Peace, and boots&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-230","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-one-among-the-dead"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pdUhYo-3I","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/230","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=230"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/230\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":775,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/230\/revisions\/775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=230"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=230"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=230"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}