Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Back Online

Good afternoon, you wild motherflackers. Pardon the euphemism, but I'm trying to keep this thing as PG13 as possible. I will indubitably let some shit go (it's inevitable), but blatant fucking swearing is just out of the question.

Anyways, I'm sorry for missing Monday's update, but I've been having some issues with my computer lately. We can rack that one up to technical difficulties. But I'm back with another edition of the Wild World and I know you guys could barely wait.

As I mentioned before, I came to some fantastic existential conclusions this weekend. A lot of them had to do with the nature of religion, but since I don't want to get all weird and confrontational, I'm opting to exclude them from today's conversation. If you're extremely curious as to my feelings on religion, etc., leave me a comment and I'll share if there is a positive enough response.

My realizations weren't confined to the religious end of the spectrum, however, and I'd like to share one with you that is very dear to my heart. I sincerely, truly hope that sometime in the near future we encounter intelligent alien life. I feel that it would be the best possible thing that could happen to humanity. Let me explain... Humanity is plagued by an extremely bad case of the Mondays that lasts all week long. We're constantly fighting and discriminating. One of the main reasons for this, our tendency as a species to seek out differences and dwell on them, is an intrinsic part of our humanity. It's a result of how the human mind works and is in part responsible for our success as a species. The ability to differentiate, categorize, and generalize allowed our brainy ape ancestors to learn more efficiently and survive to pass on their mental gifts. There are, however, unfortunate consequences to these amazing cognitive abilities: for example, racism. Now, I promise this is going somewhere. You see, if we made contact with aliens, friend or foe, humanity would be the better for it. If they were friendly, we could learn so much from them (space travel, for example, or in the case of ET, love). If they were mean aliens that wanted to enslave/ annihilate our race, humans would be forced to band together and forget their differences to overcome the threat in the way that only humans can (I've seen it done a hundred times in the movies, trust me...). Either way, when faced with completely different beings from us, we would all be united under the banner of humanity and all within-species discrimination would (presumably) disappear. Now doesn't that just make you want to get invaded?




Now that I've got that out of the way, let me tell you guys about work. I killed two more mice today, not even 30 minutes apart. Now I want to stress to you people that I really do, in fact, love animals. Although it seems contrary to my beliefs, let me explain my reasoning. The mice live in the same quarters as the animals I'm caring for, which are all endangered to varying degrees, but endangered all the same. The mice spread disease, and if they're getting my animals sick, they're hurting the future of an endangered species. Now, there are plenty of mice in the world (I wouldn't be surprised if they outnumber us humans), so they can stand to lose a few in the ranks. That doesn't make it an easier to me to kill 'em, though. The strategy is spraying them with the hose to disorient them, and the picking them up by the tail and whipping them down to break their necks. It's a fairly quick death (I hope...), but after reading the Redwall books I can't help imagining them with little swords and suits of armor like Martin of Redwall. At first I had a lot of trouble dealing with this heart-breaking idea, but then I thought about Mouse Hunt instead and I felt a lot better. What a shitty movie...



Anyways, I hope this was entirely interesting and entertaining. I've still got a lot of stuff that I want to share with you guys, but this post is already huge so I'll save it all for subsequent (I hope I used that right...) updates. Let me know what you think, guys! Peace out

1 comment:

Cory Dean said...

I fucking loved Redwall when I was younger.

I never had to kill mice when I worked at the zoo (when I was thirteen), but we did have to train them to climb ladders or cross bridges to show we could work with animals. Of course then the mice were fed to one of the numerous snakes.