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may help establish life on the red plane

We should… ya know, make sure there is no life there first. Even a small planet is a big place, and we’ve looked in very few places. Also even if there is no life there’s still a lot Mars could tell us about what a pre-biotic Earth was like.

I just think we need to examine the only other terrestrial planet in the system that won’t light you on fire fairly thoroughly before trying to terraform it into a Wish-dot-com version of Earth.

Eh… I dunno. You’d be comparing the power consumption of the laser etching machine to the energy cost of shipping oil to make the plastic to make the label, shipping the raw plastic to a facility to actually print the labels, making the adhesive, then (probably) shipping the labels and adhesive to the packing plant and then adding in the power of the machinery to that actually sticks the label on.

I have no real numbers here but I could see zapping a avocado with a laser being the more energy efficient one.

Death to non-compostable produce stickers.

God I hate those. They constantly end up in the compost despite my best efforts. God only knows how many of them are part of the soil in my garden now.

If you liked the SNES Megaman X games you’ll like 20XX.

I’m planning on growing some normal petunias first. Then once the price has come down a bit (and I have some experience keeping petunias alive and overwintering them indoors) I’ll grab a Firefly plant.

I did however buy some of those new purple tomatoes. Hopefully they’ll do well enough I’ll be able to make some crosses I want to try (Early Girl and San Marzano).

Link works for me maybe they fixed it?

If you want to search for it yourself it’s “Live-attenuated virus vaccine defective in RNAi suppression induces rapid protection in neonatal and adult mice lacking mature B and T cells” by Gang Chen, Qingxia Han, Wan-Xiang Li, and Shou-Wei Ding

The funny thing is that some medieval bricklayer made a conscious choice here, he could have put that brick paw-print down and made a flawless floor. Now, here we are getting a chuckle out of some unknown bricklayer’s little gag centuries later.