Archive for January, 2009

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Squishy Goodness

It’s amazing how a thick layer of fat transforms the most hideous, gangly animal into something you can’t resist hugging. Plump hippos, wrinkled elephants, morbidly obese pugs, and waddling penguins are examples of animals that are all incredibly popular. This is quite possibly because of their bulbous bodies.

Fat seems to have a calming effect on the being it envelops. You may not know it, but the animal pictured above is a Chihuahua. Chihuahuas are crazed, maniacal little beasts and this one was no exception. He was born an insolent puppy who bit anything that walked by. But as the little guy grew to look more like a fuzzy watermelon with a grape for a head (thanks to a carefully formulated diet), he became too lazy to do anything but roll towards the food dish, and lie there wheezing until it was filled. What a good little boy.

fat-chihuahuaThe cat down there doesn’t seem to have such a bad life, either. His expression is that of pure joy. Not only that, but it’s claws probably don’t extend out far enough to escape the fat that encapsulates them, so the owner never has to worry about getting scratched. A cat this fat though, is too placid to scratch anything anyway. For a great video on how to overfeed your pet properly click HERE. (Ignore the message at the end)

bigfatcatOn the other hand, skinny, decrepit animals-like writhing snakes, sick hyenas or spindly legged insects, leave much to be desired. It is no surprise that evil characters in Disney cartoons bare more resemblance to a walking skeleton than anything else. Nobody is going to trust a person with eyes sunk deep into a skinny face. This is even truer when the person also has sharp cheekbones that poke out of the leathery skin stretched over their faces.

One animal in particular, the Aye-Aye, has been associated with bad luck for decades, mainly because of its long and bony finger. This finger is used for nothing more than plucking unsuspecting, fat, little grubs (also cute) out of trees, but people think it’s a symbol of death. If the aye-aye had been blessed with a big, stumpy finger instead, rest assured that it would be associated with good luck and prosperity instead of doom.

Fat isn’t just for looks either: Ducks float around on their fat chests while jiggling seals are protected from the elements thanks to their padded, buttery hides. Puffer-fish are definitely more appealing after force-feeding themselves water to turn into big spiky balls.

The question is why do we ‘oooh’ and ‘awww’ at fat animals, when we scowl at the sweaty, wheezing, human chubsters who we are forced to make a detour around on the sidewalk?

The concept that fat=cute mainly works for cartoons and animals, but there still are cultures that claim the fatter the woman, the sexier and more comfortable she is…not unlike your favorite couch (more on that in another post).

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Cursed By A Tooth

In a previous post we mentioned how the unicorn legend may have begun with the narwhal. These peculiar whales deserve a little more attention, though. They have lived in the unicorn’s shadow long enough and I’m sure they’ve gotten pretty sick and tired of rarely receiving credit for growing the giant, 10 foot long tooth out of their faces.

The narwhals are already cursed with an unflattering name: Whoever was in charge of naming them decided that their blue and grey mottled skin bore a strong resemblance to the bloated, body of a drowned sailor-’nar’ is the old Norse word for corpse-and the catchy name seems to have stuck.

Narwhals seclude themselves to the Arctic, and who could blame them with a name like corpse-whale? Since frostbite isn’t appealing to most people, these little whales were unknown to many in the past (Animal Planet wasn’t too popular at the time) and they still don’t come up in a lot of conversations.

The whale’s secluded nature helped conceal the true identity of the unicorn horns sold throughout Europe. Even Queen Elizabeth was happy to receive a diamond crusted “unicorn horn” costing about as much as the castle she lived in. If she knew that the horn actually came from something as ordinary as a blubber covered whale, she wouldn’t have been as excited about it.

 Either way, Narwhals are still pretty sensitive when it comes to the topic of unicorns.

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Tricked By A Unicorn

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In mythology and ancient literature throughout Greece, Europe and Asia, unicorns were depicted as powerful and fierce animals.

Their description varies by region and time-period, but unicorns typically galloped around on cloven hooves, while flicking away flies with a lion’s tail. Some of the more distinguished looking unicorns also sported a goat-like beard.

In Medieval times, it was noted that the only being capable of soothing the savage unicorn was a virgin.

I don’t know what it is about virgins, but they seem to be the cure for all kinds of things. Back in the day, I’m sure that these rumors were spread around to encourage naïve, young women to have sex as soon as possible, lest they get thrown into a volcano or used as unicorn bait.

Either way, when a unicorn approached a young virgin, he would immediately place his head on her lap and get lulled to sleep by her super-human virgin powers. Once the animal started snoring, hunters would come in and attack. As you can see, this was all very scientific stuff, and people believed it.

Hunters supposedly killed these rare unicorns for their milk and hides, both of which could be used as an aphrodisiac. This was especially useful for men wooing the few stubborn virgins who weren’t convinced that giving up their cherries would increase their lifespan.

Obviously nothing was more unique than a unicorn’s horn, which was said to neutralize any poison. You could chug a cocktail mixed with curare and walk away feeling refreshed, as long as you sipped it out of an authentic unicorn horn mug. These novelty cups didn’t come cheap, either, and who could deny the existence of these magical creatures when their parts were available at all the higher end boutiques?

a-little-yellow-unicornFew people knew that the sharp spiral horns carefully placed in shop windows were actually narwhal tusks shipped over from the Arctic, and that the lumbering, hairy unicorns described by Marco Polo were really just rhinos. 

Unicorns have changed throughout the years, though. Nowadays we associate them with fluffy ponies that give rides to little girls while farting out sugary rainbows. But how did this major change happen?

Maybe they were sick of getting hunted down,  and as a last resort, the unicorns hatched a plan: Through extensive marketing, unicorns have managed to convince us that their body parts are useless, and better yet, don’t even exist. Not only that, but there is no longer pride associated in hunting down the modernized unicorn. These animals are now thought of as helpless, sweet, cuddly and sparkly. Unicorns are still enthralled with innocent young maidens, though, and because of this, have convinced little girls worldwide that they want nothing more than a ride on a magical unicorn.

None of this comes as a surprise since it was really just a matter of time before the entire human race was to be outwitted by an animal.

(The above comic was drawn by the incredibly talented Antonio Maldonado.)

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Pure, Undiluted, Buzzing Evil

evil-mosquito1I was lying in bed wondering how anyone could possibly fall asleep in the stifling heat. And then I heard it…

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz

My red eyes popped open, bulging out of their sockets.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I woke up and flailed around wildly.

The buzzing stopped.

The silence would have been enjoyable if it didn’t mean that a damn mosquito had landed somewhere on my body and was preparing to force its disgusting mouth through my skin for a drink.

I was furious. Nothing pisses me off more than these blood suckers flying around my head at night, waking me up like a rude neighbor and then helping themselves to a meal without even asking!

Mosquitoes have driven people insane since the beginning of time. Even the Jews and Muslims can agree on this one: The Talmud states that the Roman Emperor Titus went insane after a mosquito flew up his nose and into his brain, tormenting him with its incessant buzzing.

In Islamic legends, Nimrod had a mosquito (maybe even the same one) make its way into his skull. Nimrod was tortured by the noise and ordered his guards to hit him in the head as a means for some relief. Eventually, the request got a little old and a rambunctious guard split Nimrod’s head in half after which the mosquito flew off to go annoy someone else.

I could totally relate to these stories as I was about to knock myself out on the bed post, desperate to get some sleep. I had to destroy these damned mosquitoes to avoid injuring myself.

Throwing the sheet to the side, I stomped towards the light switch. Within seconds I was scanning my room for the greedy culprits. I was on a mission, and I wanted nothing more than to add another bloody red dot to the dozens of others that already adorned the bedroom walls.

Some people hang up moose heads and stuffed sailfish, I was satisfied with a squished mosquito.

Mosquitoes are pure evil. As if providing them with a blood meal isn’t enough, these little shits will spit up saliva full of parasites as a goodbye present before they head back to hell.

700 million people get some kind of disease caused by these pests every YEAR! Malaria, Dengue Fever and West Nile Virus are just a few of the health benefits that are associated with a mosquito bite.

There are few things I hate more than a mosquitoes, and I’m not the only one. Maybe we should focus on hating this little insect instead of each other. Maybe that’s even the reason they exist? Or maybe they are just one of nature’s sick little jokes.

Of course, it is only the female mosquito that goes around sucking blood. So, in a sense, it’s not really the mosquito that’s evil…but the babies she carries: Female mosquitoes only stray from their diet of nectar when it is time to start a family. The guys, on the other hand, are harmless.

Sure, I’ll donate a few drops of blood for a worthy cause, but raising families of mosquitoes is NOT one of them.

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Thank You, Spontaneous Combustion!

flaming-skullLiving in the Middle East, I didn’t have a lot of English books to choose from as a kid, and for some reason or another I ended up with titles like “Weird Crap You Are Better Off Not Reading About”, “True Horror Stories”, “Haunted Houses”, “Encounters with the Paranormal” and “Top 100 unsolved mysteries”. Maybe it was the store owner’s way of punishing me for reading in English, but I bought the books anyway. Needless to say, the books I waddled out of the store with messed me up. They messed me up good.

I opened the overpriced novels as soon as we got home and was immediately uncomfortable with the material: My eyes widened as I read about poltergeists throwing knives across the room, aliens abducting teenagers driving across the country and ghosts appearing at the foot of your bed. But nothing…and I mean NOTHING…scared me more than the stories about spontaneous human combustion.

I read biographies on Robert Francis Bailey, John Irving Bentley, Mary Reeser, Henry Thomas and George Mott-All people who died by suddenly bursting into flames.

One sadistic author was gracious enough to provide a photo of the cremated remains of John Bentley-a physician who managed to explode into ashes while in the bathroom. Staring up at me was photographic proof that there was nothing left of this man but part of a scorched leg lying on the blackened tile floor. I had nightmares about that leg.

Turns out that these lonely legs are a common theme when it came to spontaneous combustion: Mary Reeser (a.k.a “the cinder lady” ) fell asleep in her chair after taking some sleeping pills. And why not wash those pills down with a nice cigarette? A lit cigarette may have fallen out of Mary’s hand, which then started a blazing fire that just used her body as a fuel source.  In the end, nothing was left of Mary except for a leg burned off at the knee, with the intact foot still nestled away in her slipper. That slipper would be worth a fortune on ebay!!

There are a few theories as to how people can turn into a flaming torch-they mixed too much meth with alcohol, their clothes sucked up some fat and are now super flammable ( body fat will burn like a wick), static electricity ignited it all-but it doesn’t make it any less scary.

I wandered around terror stricken for months after reading those horrible stories. My dad was a smoker, and I had no way of stopping myself from turning into a pile of ash if he managed to accidentally fling the cigarette in my direction. Later on, I started to think that these people had intentionally set themselves on fire. A superpower that only works once.  Peoples’ homes typically remain intact, there is no burdensome body to carry down the stairs, and hard earned money doesn’t need to be spent at the crematorium.  

Doesn’t sound that horrible. Just so long as you don’t ignite yourself on a subway or children’s hospital…

It’s a good thing I read those books, though. Nothing works better than the thought of spontaneous combustion to keep you from lighting a cigarette in bed.

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Plastic Balls For A Bigger, Better Pet

A soon as a wedding ring slides onto their quivering fingers, a lot of people just let themselves go: Eventually, the finger plumps up like a hot dog overheating in the microwave, and the ring is stuck onto the sausage-finger for good.

The simplest solution for those who can afford it,  is to just get all that fat sucked out. Many people have had their fair share of plastic surgery, so it shouldn’t be surprising that pets are sliced into better looking versions of themselves as well:

Some men sympathize with their dogs after having snipped away their manhood. So, after a visit to the vet, why not take Fido to the nearest plastic surgeon to insert a bigger, better plastic package in the now depressingly bare nether regions?

And what about the female dog? There is nothing cute about a saggy breasted bitch after she has had to nurse dozens of puppies, so why not give the overworked dog a lift and augmentation? It doesn’t end there either: Tummy tucks and face-lifts are also an option for the morbidly obese feline or droopy faced mutt.

Some people just don’t know what to do with their money…(click HERE to read a little more about a Brazilian vet specializing in pet beautifying surgeries.)

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Hair Curling Its Way Into Your Life

Over the past few centuries people have supposedly become less hairy. If you believe Darwin’s theory, it’s all because men with puffy clumps of hair popping out of their collars don’t really get it on as much as their smooth counterparts. Women who sport a hairy chest have even less luck procreating.

Unfortunately, with all the waxing, shaving, stringing, lasering, trimming and cutting that goes on these days, there is no way of knowing who actually has something to hide.

If you’re really unlucky, thick fur that has been hidden away during the courting phase makes an aggressive comeback and curls around the piece of jewelry you wish you could now rip off of the yeti you seem to have married. This is impossible, though, because the little baby hairballs-to-be would be heartbroken.

It is interesting that we can appreciate hair on very specific areas of our bodies, but are horrified when we find stubborn fuzz growing anywhere else. Armpits and crotches will always be trouble spots, but the patches there may help control heat and naturally suck sweat away from the skin. Sexy!

Eyebrows and mustaches also ensure that sweat stays out of the eyes and mouth. Maybe that’s why uni-brows (a.k.a reinforced brows) are so common in hotter climates? Just a thought…

Hair may even help us explain someone’s personality: Men with abnormal amounts of body hair tend to have a higher level of testosterone. Guys may see this has something to brag about, but the irony is that a lot of testosterone can also account for a shiny, bald cranium…So watch out for bald guys that look like they’re wearing a gorilla suit. They can have a temper.

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Cry If You Want To Live

elephantcrying1I often cried in front of my father and he would just look away, disgusted at the sight of a bawling kid.

“What,” he would sputter,” are you doing?”

“How is crying going to solve anything?”

He saw tears as a sign of weakness, or he may just have been insulted at my reaction to what he thought was ‘good parenting’, but the fact that I couldn’t control myself just made me cry even harder.

Math was usually the culprit: My dad often reprimanded me for not understanding the math problems that he casually slid in front of my face after school. My muscles tensed up every time I saw a sheet of paper with the deceptively simple looking equations listed on it.

Forced to sit on a chair for hours and staring at what might as well have been gibberish was not how a 10 year old wants to spend their afternoon. That’s when the tears would come and the sniffing started. But how was crying going to help me? What is the DAMN point of turning into a red faced, hyperventilating, drooling mess?

My father had learned foreign languages within 6 months, graduated with honors and had teachers look to him when they were stumped…especially when it came to math or engineering. Math was god in our house. I hated math because of the stress it brought to my life. Obviously my dad took offense to my attitude, but crying probably saved my life.

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Most mammals have tear ducts that squirt liquid onto their eyeballs, but elephants, gorillas and camels are the only species besides us with the ability to cry over something emotional. I’m not sure what would bring a camel to tear up, though. (A saggy hump maybe?)

Emotional tears are a little different from the ones normally excreted. Science tells us that when you cry over something emotional-like over a sappy movie-the tears glazing over your puffy eyes are actually full of ACTH or adrenocorticotrophic hormone. This is a hormone associated with stress. Apparently crying is nature’s way of avoiding a heart attack by forcing out excess stress hormones through your eyes.

You don’t see a lot of men blubber over their kids finally taking their place on the crapper, or wipe away tears while watching baby seals get attacked by killer whales on Animal Planet.

This may be another reason why women live so much longer: Women get to cry freely without any stigma attached, while men force those ACTH rich tears back into their systems, and reaffirm their manliness with a quick fart or nonchalant burp (Just to break the tension).

Some women even get PAID to cry at funerals. (Men provide the flatulence for free.) These strangers ensure that there are enough wailing mourners to make the corpse feel truly missed. Everybody wins with crying!….sort of.

People who cry are usually considered to be weak little pansies, but you couldn’t be farther from the truth. Individuals with something to actually cry about-like burning ulcers and colitis-may suffer from those conditions because they don’t cry enough! Ironic, eh? It’s science!!!

If I hadn’t cried over my dad’s lessons, I’m sure all the bottled up stress would have induced a stroke. So go cry, people!

Sniff…Ah, sweet, sweet relief.

(Math still makes me cry FYI.)