QOTD: Is this what it felt like after Dorothy killed the Wicked Witch of the West?
I used to look at birth dates of World War One soldiers that ended in 1918 and feel like that was such a long time ago to be born - probably because I was born in the sixties, people born in the first twenty years of the century seemed like a strange time to be born. And it was, of course, from my perspectives. As a kid I used to also wonder if those people knew they’d been born in the “olden days”.
Now we’re in 2018 I realise we’re living in the “olden days”.
Of course today feels modern, doesn’t it? Privately launching rockets, self driving cars, the internet - you could be fooled into thinking we’re living in mankind’s most developed era - but those people living in 1918 also thought they were living in the “modern era”: bicycles, motor cars, electricity.
My late grandfather professed no person would ever see as much change as he had thought his 96 years. From horse-draw carts through to combustion engines and putting a man on the moon. He found it hard to believe the human race could traverse so much “change” in the next 100 years and that he’d seen us reach our developmental peak.
Your grand children will look back on this time and be incredulous of our lives. That we drove our own cars (omg how DANGEROUS!) that we interacted with a connective network called the internet via hand-held devices (omg how BIG and CLUNKY!) and that we used to eat animals (omg how BARBARIC!!).
So welcome to a New Year in the olden days, everyone.
Rabbit update
I dreamed somewhere that you could clicker-train rabbits. That by using a clicker, having the rabbit do what you need him to do (your accounts, clean the oven etc) you rewarded him with some tasty treat. Makes sense, other animals can be trained that way too. Hell, I can be trained that way!
Last time I was at the Vet Clinic, I picked up a packet of over priced rabbit treats - the ones the vet says are good for your bunny in moderation - popped them in a jar and started a daily routine of shaking the jar and dispensing one treat per rabbit.
Turns out, only half the rabbits give a damn about the overpriced treats and even then, not that much.