I’m with you. I think monkeys are just disgusting. They look greasy and creepy to me. I don’t think they’re cute or funny at all.
Ohh hooo…urk! I can picture this way too well.
That poor dog…(err dog?) what happened to it?
The BONOBO!! My god. I’ve kind of read about them, seen you know like, head shots. That photo! The musculature! IT WAS SO BAD! I actually felt physically ill, and irrationally, I wanted to kill them all. I know evolution now. The niche thing. It’s JUST TOO CLOSE! God all I can think about is that thing walking towards me, perfectly upright like a man, with that terrible monkey head. Everloving JESUS. I didn’t like chimps before, not THAT fond of monkeys, but man, chimps seem so wonderful in comparison…
For the record, I’m afraid of dogs. I just don’t think we should be keeping close to us things that could eat us. Like, wouldn’t mind eating us. Kind of should want to eat us, really. Seeing really big, friendly dogs doesn’t seem right somehow. Like you know there is a killer in there somewhere, it’s just been sedated, and it might go off at some time. Cats, on the other hand, are not large enough to hunt things our size, do hunt smaller things to vent agression, and seem smart enough to sort of have…an agreement with you.
The agreement we have with cats is to sleep with our bedroom doors closed so they don’t kill us in our sleep. (They don’t actualy know they’re tiny.)
Hey! Who stole my ‘L’?
dancing La la la la la!
Nothing. That’s just the type of dog that he is: a Chinese Crested. They’re naturally ugly, but Sam stood out for being* remarkably *ugly.
R.I.P little buddy!
I’ve been creeped out by Empire Penguins (or any of the larger penguin varieties ever since reading H. P. Lovecraft’s At the Mountains of Madness when I was 13.
March of the Penguins? I don’t think so. <shudder>
I have to at least partially agree with the cats thing–while I’m not afraid of them, and I don’t hate them, I am not overly fond of the little beasties. They piss in the house and there is not a single goddamned thing I can do about it, short of shooting them, which Mr. Armadillo would frown upon. So… my I guess my guest bedroom will just have to smell like cat piss for the next fifteen years or so.
That’s the spirit!