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Such drastic measures, even if imposed equally on all countries around the world, would reduce total human greenhouse contributions from CO2 by about 0.035%.

This is much less than the natural variability of Earth’s climate system!

While the greenhouse reductions would exact a high human price, in terms of sacrifices to our standard of living, they would yield statistically negligible results in terms of measurable impacts to climate change. There is no expectation that any statistically significant global warming reductions would come from the Kyoto Protocol.

May you have many more and much success with Twilight Agency.

I was reading the other day where a number of States volunteered to reduce CO2 emissions. There is, of course, much applause from our local green knight eco-nazis.

Strange that all of them assume that our civilization put more junk in the air than this.

I know whats driving those US States, all of them have a nuclear infrastructure and they would like to sell power to those that don’t have one and, for reasons of varying political stupidity, can’t build one. Measures like the Kyoto protocols are a boon for them.

Armageddon online is pretty cool. This one about the Super Volcano makes you think.

Doing some research for the story, I ran across “Ki mo Sa be” which had a number of hilarious links.
The one that I gave you here totally missed the fact that “Apache” is the Dineh (Navajo) word for enemy. Yes, I don’t use it that way either, on purpose.

But wait! A respected researcher at the Smithsonian Institute claims that Kemo Sabe comes from the Tewa Indian dialect where “Kema” means “friend” and “Sabe” means “Apache.” Another scholar claims that in the Yavapai Indian language the word “kinmasaba” means “one who is white.”

The hilarity comes from the definition chain “Sabe” = “Apache” = “Enemy” connected to “Kema” = “Friend” and thus making “Ki mo Sa be” to mean “friendly enemy” or “Enemy friend”, which semantically could be construed as “enemy who acts like friend”. The latter, given the history of the Navajo, would make a lot of sense but that’s way too much irony for this eurasian to handle

Update: Jay Silverheels “Tanto” was not a Navajo like the article suggests. He was a full-blooded Mohawk born on the Six Nations Indian Reservation in Brantford, Ontario, Canada.

[Yes, writers sometimes get caught up in obscure and inconsequential amusements]

The stats for today:

• 130,610 words
• 2,600 paragraphs
• 359 pages at 12pt Times New Roman
• 359 pages real story content.
• 363 words per page, avg.

This is after I pulled 6,489 words out as 37 pages of appendices
Note: The appendices are really background notes, character bios, species dox, and cultural background notes.

Tired and very glad to be back home.

is in the kitchen making mince pies with her dad.
I’m up in the computer room working on the book.
We’re having a good time.

Merry Merry everyone.

BIKERNET GUNFIGHTER LESSONS AVAILABLE– A young man in the Old West wanted to be the best gunfighter alive. He practiced every day, but knew he was still missing something that would make him the best. One night in a saloon, he spotted an old man who was the greatest gunfighter in his day.

So he asked the old man and told him his dream. Bandit said, “Tie the bottom of your holster lower onto your leg.”

The young gunman did what he was told, then in a flash he drew his gun and shot the bow tie off the piano player. “Wow, that really helped. Do you have more suggestions?”

“Yeah, if you cut a notch in the top of your holster where the hammer hits, the gun will come out smoother.” The young guy did what he was told, drew his gun in a blur and shot the cuff-link off the piano player.”Anything else?

“One more thing,” said the old man, “get that can of axle grease over there in the corner and rub it all over your gun.”

“Will it make me a better gun fighter?”

“No,” said the old man, “but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing that piano he’s going to shove that gun up your ass, and it won’t hurt nearly as much.”

–from Tripp