Be weird! It's good for you. I'm just drifting around in a technobubble above the Puget Sound, tossing random little parachute-clad missives down to earth. As you do. Occasionally dispensing random life lessons for anyone who wants them. I used to be cosmicfunpalace on that other place. The smell got too musky, so I departed. Ironically enough, to a place where everyone toots. [Avatar image: a doodled cat with a silly Cheshire grin]
Be weird! It's good for you. I'm just drifting around in a technobubble above the Puget Sound, tossing random little parachute-clad missives down to earth. As you do. Occasionally dispensing random life lessons for anyone who wants them. I used to be cosmicfunpalace on that other place. The smell got too musky, so I departed. Ironically enough, to a place where everyone toots. [Avatar image: a doodled cat with a silly Cheshire grin]
This evening the Smithsonian Roulette artbot served up a George Catlin portrait of a Pawnee warrior. I discovered that at the time Catlin made his portrait, the Pawnee had lost about half their numbers to smallpox, picked up from the fur traders.
And I recalled the Harry Turtledove alternate history "The Guns of the South," where apartheid bungholes time travel to the past to provide AK-47s to the Confederacy, ensuring they win the Civil War.
And I thought, well, what if an infectious disease specialist went back to the 1600s and gave a range of vaccines to as many Native Americans as possible? How would that change history?