My Mom Called

Mom, if you think about it, it's pretty obvious the chicken came first. The question isn't "Which came first, [an animal] or an egg?" What people are trying to decide is "When did the first chicken appear?"

Well, what makes a chicken? What makes any animal—or, more specifically, species—for that matter? If you hadn't been stuck in your condo for the last 25 years playing bridge, you'd know the answer:

Genetics.

DNA.

I.e., a chicken has different DNA from, say, a sparrow … or a dinosaur. See where this is headed? "Chickenness" is in the animal, not in its egg. That's just a container (think back to your last omelette).

So, underneath it all, the question is asking "How the hell do you get a chicken from a parent-animal-that's-not-a-chicken?" Answer: you sneak up on it, in the night, with that bugbear of simplisticons, natural selection.

Mutation!—just as with all new species. We know that, at some point, there was a time when there weren't any chickens. Later, there were some chickens. But at first, there had to be just one (eggs are laid, after all, one at a time).

It was an accident … but it was a chicken.

See, at some point in the past, an animal (which was probably a bird that resembled a chicken, but was at least not what-we-call-a-chicken) laid an egg, which was a normal egg for that parent (i.e., not a chicken egg; call it a dinosaur egg if you like, but it was probably a bird-egg).

Inside the egg? An animal that had undergone enough mutation(s) to hatch as what-we-call-a-chicken.

Because DNA is in the animal, not the egg.

That simple enough for ya? Chicken came first. (And myriad is an adjective, not a noun.)

Pass the salt, will you?

Too Late

Well, I didn't make it this year. But I'm only 41. There's still time.

NOTE to the guy who keeps calling me: I know who you are. You might as well quit. If you leave your car where everybody can see it and that stupid note on the window, you have to expect sooner or later somebody's going to call your bluff, but it wasn't me. And I don't manage this building, I just live here. Bug somebody else, please.

Larry, if you read this, I still have your camera.

Goddam Crows

Jesus, they're everywhere. Goddam JDs.

Found my keys

They were under the spider plant on the balcony. If you're reading this, you know this has been an issue with me.

111 days to go !!

275 Days and Counting!

I don't know exactly what I'm doing here.

This is just to start my blog. Just in case. Things can go wrong with computers, I know. 

I'll put more in here later. Hope I did this right.