The Known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land.  -T.H. Huxley, 1887




Alright. Here's the plan. We are going to cook a chicken with a bolt of lightning. Items needed:





Long metal line attached to rocket

Me standing far away


I'll let you know if we get it working and don't kill ourselves.