Don't you hate it when you want to change the channel only to find out that your remote control's battery is completely dead?
If you think about it, your remote doesn't really need a battery ... here's one that you power by manually winding it up (plus, it may be the only form of exercise for couch potatoes everywhere): Link
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Two years later, she was asking me if I knew where she could buy a whole chicken. Her usual grocery store had ceased selling them whole, only in parts.
I've plucked chickens, butchered sheep, cattle and deer. Caught and gutted fish... and fried 'em all up in a pan, and consider these skills valuable, in that I can never forget that something died to become my food. I'm concerned about what happens to us in this culture or any other, when we no longer make that connection.