RE: The dawn of civilization
December 14, 2018 at 4:56 pm
(This post was last modified: December 14, 2018 at 5:10 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
Yeah, pretty much. I think it's the grandeur of the idea of hunting a mammoth (absent an understanding of how it was actually done) that leads us to imagine things about those people and how they lived their lives. On the one hand there's the scene of a guy with a spear facing down a monster...and on the other, chewing on some squirrel he killed with a deadfall.
We like to fantasize about the former even though the latter was more reliable (and with the end of the megafauna one of the only games in town). Even the business of hunting those mammoths was more like a mobile slaughterhouse than stalking some aloof and dangerous beast.
You gonna net a lion with your tree bark caster? Honestly, you just keep getting more and more ridiculous. If you want to kill a lion, go buy a big fuckin gun and do it from a helicopter. That's what uncle Ogg would have done, given the choice. Uncle Ogg would have dropped to his knees and cried at the sight of Dicks. If you were footing the bill for the things he told you he needed, on those shelves, -you'd need- a long..long line of credit. Most everything there are just versions of the things he made but done much better and out of superior materials. Then, there's the shit he could have never dreamt of.
You have a man fantasy.
We like to fantasize about the former even though the latter was more reliable (and with the end of the megafauna one of the only games in town). Even the business of hunting those mammoths was more like a mobile slaughterhouse than stalking some aloof and dangerous beast.
(December 14, 2018 at 4:42 pm)T0 Th3 M4X Wrote:A hand axe -is- a stone..........a piece of stone...about the size......of your mouse.(December 14, 2018 at 3:43 pm)Gae Bolga Wrote: They didn't have "the right equipment" Max. It took a dozen or so to kill a cat no bigger than a dog. I can't stress enough that the archaeological record indicates that both parties were practicing a strategy of avoidance...not conflict.
Our later conflicts with the fauna...as we wiped out vast tracts of flora... color our assumptions..but, at the time, there was simply no point to either of us bothering with each other.
So..for reference, the most common piece of equipment we find, in the period in question, is a handaxe. A piece of stone about the size of your mouse.
You gonna take it to fuckin mufasa with that, Max..lol?
They didn't have sticks and stones? They didn't have reeds and various plant life to build things like netting? Even animal carcasses can be used to build fibrous materials to build things like traps. You don't need Walmart and Dick's Sporting Goods. You don't need anything beyond what nature has to offer. You just need to turn on the light bulb in your head and make something work. Less time with the "I can'ts" and more time with the "I cans." But that's me. You be who you are, and I guess as long as you're happy, then more power to ya.
You gonna net a lion with your tree bark caster? Honestly, you just keep getting more and more ridiculous. If you want to kill a lion, go buy a big fuckin gun and do it from a helicopter. That's what uncle Ogg would have done, given the choice. Uncle Ogg would have dropped to his knees and cried at the sight of Dicks. If you were footing the bill for the things he told you he needed, on those shelves, -you'd need- a long..long line of credit. Most everything there are just versions of the things he made but done much better and out of superior materials. Then, there's the shit he could have never dreamt of.
You have a man fantasy.
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