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When he awoke, his mate Onga was less than a hand away from his face, smiling her most dazzling smile. Somewhere, out in the forest, birds were chirping; bright light streamed through the canopy,...
View ArticleDead Wild Roses: The Common Sense of Cavemen – Lawrence Krauss
Lawrence Krauss makes an interesting point during this video about how we construct the reality around us. Consider the epistemological advantages of finding ideas and theories that fit the reality of...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag make sex toy!
Thag was preparing himself for a long hunting trip. He’d already sharpened his fire-hardened spear, and collected fresh grasses for insulating his clothes and moccasins. The last thing he needed to do...
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“Thag, don’t forget to bring home that chunk of mammoth meat you left to hang in the forest.” No response from Thag, who is knapping flint with his whacker. He is making more flint arrowheads to...
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It had been an unlucky hunting season. First of all, their big man, Grunk, got himself gored by a woolly rhinoceros in the first week of the expedition. Grunk — always the big swinging dick that Grunk...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag do meditation!
Every morning before they started the hunt, Thag would sit down away from the others, close his eyes, and listen to the wind. It was more than that, but that is what he told the other hunters. Really...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag not grok god!
The natural world was not a mystery — when it rained, they got wet. If they were in the mountains, rain was dangerous because it would swell the streams, making them difficult or impossible to cross....
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag scared at that...
Thag whistled while he packed for the next trip. He liked to organize short hunting expeditions for a certain week of the month — even if there was little chance of finding game — as it was a good idea...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag do art!
Ever since he’d started making the cave paintings, Thag had noticed that the women in the Thunka Grunka clan had been looking at him differently. Perhaps it was his position as the leader of the...
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If he were honest, Thag would say that his affair with the nubile Vunga, the half-daughter of the shaman, could not last forever. Not only was she was at least ten years younger, but eventually the...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag not like politcs!
Thag had made his decision — he was not taking Onga back, even if the shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother, insisted. Thag could see why Weasel wanted him to take her back; Onga was driving the shaman...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag sleep on it!
It had finally happened. No, the Thunka Grunka Clan was not about to finally get rid of that walking meat stick, the shaman Weasel-Scratch-Face Brother. It was not nearly such good news. His ex-mate,...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag Go Grunka...
Everyone at the Grunka Gathering was in good spirits, except Thag. Every fifth or sixth summer, depending on the position of the stars, all of the Grunka clans would gather and share their stories,...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag not grok milk!
Thag really was starting to enjoy the Grunka gathering. His mate, Onga, was behaving herself, and even the new religion of his tribe’s shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother wasn’t bothering him anymore....
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag not grok big...
The trip back to the Drunka Grunka’s lands would be a long one — of all the Grunka tribes, the Drunkas lived the farthest away from the place of the Great Gathering. But Thag was happy. For at least...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag grok cow!
Thag’s sabbatical with the Drunka Grunka tribe was not as idyllic as he thought it was going to be, but on the whole, he was quite enjoying his stay. First of all, the Drunka Grunkas had invented a...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag not talk much!
Thag’s year with the Drunka Grunka was drawing to a close, and he was almost ready to head back to his own tribe, the Thunka Grunkas. His relationship with the slender and beautiful Twigla was...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag grok free will!
The journey back to the Thunka Grunkas had been a long and difficult one, but Thag had finally returned from his sabbatical with the Drunka Grunkas, learning how to make beer. Along with this new...
View Articlemark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Thag angry!...
Having settled the issue of if the members of the Thunka Grunka tribe had free will or not, Thag settled back into life with his tribe. For once, it was almost peaceful. He and his new mate, Twigla,...
View ArticleScripturient: One Million B.C.(E.)
You can’t help but chuckle when Tumak runs down the rocky slope to battle the baby Triceratops (about the size of a Sheltie) and ends up rolling in the dirt with the all-too-obvious rubber model. I...
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