Kangaroos Don't Fart

Yes, that's what got me blogging again. Gassy kangaroos -- or, rather, the idea that they don't. Can't. Well, they don't fart. Why is that harder to write than to say? I picked up my son from a band geek activity the other day. He has an appealingly juvenile sense of humor, so as soon as he closed the car door, I announced:

"Kangaroos don't fart."

Obligingly, he cracked up laughing and listened intently to my explanation. I was, after all, discussing farting, which is serious business for most males.

So, it goes like this: When kangaroos digest their food, they produce acetate instead of methane (the smelly stuff), and then instead of emitting recklessly, they actually use the acetate as energy. Neat, huh?

"So, gNat, procrastinating again?" you might ask. Uh, yeah. No. Maybe. I have a shiny problem. I like shinies, especially stuff I find in the news or while researching less exciting topics. I'll be pursuing a serious, substantial goal, at which point I find shinies that lead to other shinies and, well, a whole lot of tangentry develops. And then I discover little treasures like this one:

Scientists want to give cows the same bacteria that live in kangaroo bellies in order to reduce emissions of methane, a greenhouse gas. Apparently cow farts are worse for the atmosphere than the atrocities emitted by my son. Go figure.

So, sure, there went another shiny.  Back to the point: Why did I start this blog? Well, I wanted to blog. I've missed blogging, to my utter shock. See, but I really hate serious posts and promotional blogging, so I'm booting that, erm, flatulence. And now I'm blogging about shinies. It was my husband's idea, I think. The kangaroo fascinated him, too.

So, hey. Long live shinies. I'm back, peoples.

gNat

P.S. I know flatulate is not in the dictionary. I was curious, so I looked it up -- ooh, shiny -- and I don't care.