State of the Sookie
Feb. 25th, 2013 12:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdJonner has an eye appointment tomorrow morning,
And Io9 has once again given me a "Reality Needs to NOT Resemble My Dark Future" moment
http://io9.com/5986488/will-we-ever-eat-kibble-made-for-humans
"He dug a package of WorkingMan Chow out of his locker. Purina, seeing the market for a human version of their pet foods, had developed several varieties some years back. WomanChow had more iron and calcium, KidChow had more fat. WorkingMan had more protein and enough calories to make two pouches adequate for a man who did physical labor. A lot of prisons had contracts with the company, since it saved them space, money and labor. Rumor had it Purina marketed a slave kibble in the C.S., which had all the nutrition and none of the taste. Chuck liked the chow for the same reason everyone else did, because it was cheaper than real food and easy to transport. His favorite was the beef stew flavor. He ate real food when he had a refrigerator and a stove. But when he was on the road, the chow served him fine.
He ate the kibble, which tasted of beef and carrots, potatoes and onions, one piece at a time, not really wanting it, but knowing he had to eat." --Glad Hands
He imagined Nick, rousted from bed at four, hustled through breakfast and morning count and chapel by five-thirty. Then hard labor for six and a half hours. Only the most trustworthy would be given outdoor work. Lunch would be ten minutes for a pouch of kibble and the bathroom. Another seven hours, then a tasteless dinner of processed soy and corn in the cafeteria—the C.S.A. fed its prisoners exclusively on the Prison Chow made by Purina, and gave the real food they raised to the local poor—gulped in a scant half hour, and more work until midnight.
--Nikolai
and
“There will be a few medications for you, Nicholas. You’re undernourished again and showing borderline pellagra.” He scowled at the readout. “I suspect Purina is cutting corners on the enrichment again.” He returned his attention to Nick. “You're very susceptible to any number of infections. You will follow the directions to the letter. You were fortunate to avoid the Plague.”
--Nikolai
Writing: 408, Fruits of Thine; 651, Horses;
Total for day:1059
Total for the month/year: 105145
Deadline work:
Pegging: 10177/10000, Done!
Dark Shifters: 2263/10000
Horse shifters: 9192/10,000
BBW: 16410/20,000,
Total: 38042/50000
Workout: none
Flying: none
Reading: Dreams of Steam 2: Brass and Bolts
Crafting: knitted on green striped sock
Media: none
Business: editing work
And Io9 has once again given me a "Reality Needs to NOT Resemble My Dark Future" moment
http://io9.com/5986488/will-we-ever-eat-kibble-made-for-humans
"He dug a package of WorkingMan Chow out of his locker. Purina, seeing the market for a human version of their pet foods, had developed several varieties some years back. WomanChow had more iron and calcium, KidChow had more fat. WorkingMan had more protein and enough calories to make two pouches adequate for a man who did physical labor. A lot of prisons had contracts with the company, since it saved them space, money and labor. Rumor had it Purina marketed a slave kibble in the C.S., which had all the nutrition and none of the taste. Chuck liked the chow for the same reason everyone else did, because it was cheaper than real food and easy to transport. His favorite was the beef stew flavor. He ate real food when he had a refrigerator and a stove. But when he was on the road, the chow served him fine.
He ate the kibble, which tasted of beef and carrots, potatoes and onions, one piece at a time, not really wanting it, but knowing he had to eat." --Glad Hands
He imagined Nick, rousted from bed at four, hustled through breakfast and morning count and chapel by five-thirty. Then hard labor for six and a half hours. Only the most trustworthy would be given outdoor work. Lunch would be ten minutes for a pouch of kibble and the bathroom. Another seven hours, then a tasteless dinner of processed soy and corn in the cafeteria—the C.S.A. fed its prisoners exclusively on the Prison Chow made by Purina, and gave the real food they raised to the local poor—gulped in a scant half hour, and more work until midnight.
--Nikolai
and
“There will be a few medications for you, Nicholas. You’re undernourished again and showing borderline pellagra.” He scowled at the readout. “I suspect Purina is cutting corners on the enrichment again.” He returned his attention to Nick. “You're very susceptible to any number of infections. You will follow the directions to the letter. You were fortunate to avoid the Plague.”
--Nikolai
Writing: 408, Fruits of Thine; 651, Horses;
Total for day:1059
Total for the month/year: 105145
Deadline work:
Pegging: 10177/10000, Done!
Dark Shifters: 2263/10000
Horse shifters: 9192/10,000
BBW: 16410/20,000,
Total: 38042/50000
Workout: none
Flying: none
Reading: Dreams of Steam 2: Brass and Bolts
Crafting: knitted on green striped sock
Media: none
Business: editing work
