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Post by Admin on Dec 13, 2018 23:22:20 GMT -6
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Post by vitugglan on Dec 14, 2018 10:04:23 GMT -6
So, one of two scenarios, then. Thanos's race came from somewhere else in the galaxy/universe and decided that the moon, Titan, was more hospitable than Mars or Earth, and set about terraforming it OR, Titan is an exoplanet that has earth-like qualities that were more limited than Earth's and so had to be engineered to sustain the planet's population, which didn't bother looking for another planet but instead put some ugly sun-catchers in the sky.
I'll go for exoplanet, because otherwise, you have to wonder why their advanced civilization didn't just take over Earth.
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Post by Admin on Dec 14, 2018 10:54:50 GMT -6
Probably for the same reason most of us will choose a fixer upper house over your basic turn key that happens to be infested with rattlesnakes, scorpions, "killer" bees and tarantulas...
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Post by vitugglan on Dec 14, 2018 17:29:36 GMT -6
I'd call that second one a 'fixer-upper' because you'd need to do extensive work or pay for work to be done for the house to be habitable. I think that an advanced race like Thanos's race could very well come in and annihilate the entire population or drive what's left after some epic battles into the hills.
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Post by Admin on Dec 18, 2018 3:37:14 GMT -6
One of the HGTV programs with a couple flipping houses in Vegas, had an episode where they bought the house and did the walk through and (I am presuming,initial home inspection) found very little needing repairs so they did their patter on the new design for the house. Everything was going fine until they went to replace a wall outlet near the base board in one of the rooms. Suddenly, the room looked like a set from one of the Indiana Jones movies. Very large scorpions were literally coming out of the wallsocket.
Personally, I would have simply bombed the place, eaten that loss and moved on.
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Post by vitugglan on Dec 18, 2018 13:10:39 GMT -6
Yow!
When we stayed in TX back in '89, I picked up a spoon in my sink and found a scorpion. Panic much? You betcha!
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Post by Admin on Dec 19, 2018 5:03:55 GMT -6
Oh, then you would have loved living in Edna (Kingdom of the Spiders), Texas. We were there in summer of '72 I think. Woke up to dappled sunlight coming through the windows. Rolled over and saw that the dappled sunlight was because there were butt-loads and butt-loads of tarantulas doing their morning "greet the sun" on the eastern facing side of the house.
At one point, momma took a nap. She felt movement down near her foot and found one of them had climbed up to join her!
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Post by vitugglan on Dec 20, 2018 8:07:37 GMT -6
Yikes! I'm allergic to spider venom.
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Post by Admin on Dec 23, 2018 12:40:12 GMT -6
Edna, Texas is located on what is referred to as gumbo mud. That stuff is extremely fertile. But, like gumbo, it will stick to you. After a rain, walking in that stuff you can gain enough height to get a nose bleed. And, in a hot dry summer (which is what we had back that year) the stuff cracks until it looks like some thing that should be on a reptile and the cracks between each plate are huge and deep (think snap an ankle or leg bone size cracks). That's where the tarantulas would come crawling out of in the cool of the day.
Step daddy was part of a road construction crew. He drove a cement hauler and that was one of their work sites. Also lived down on the coast in Clute, Texas where they were also doing road construction. He was part of the crew that put down the original lanes of I-45 between Madisonville and up as far as just a bit north of Ennis, Texas I think.
Most of the time, we lived with his parents (Mammy and Granddaddy) and, quite frankly, I was about the right age to have been a Harry Potter story. They didn't make me sleep in a closet, but I was not the favored child. In face, step-bro would deliberately do something, be seen by Mammy and I'd still get the switch for it.
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Post by vitugglan on Dec 24, 2018 19:53:47 GMT -6
Sounds like slough mud. We had a slough near us. Since it was southern California, it was usually dry with big cracks all over it and tall stands of reeds. We'd go skulking around the reeds playing Star Trek.
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