-I was in DC last week for shows. On Thursday, my friend Jay asked me to come by his work to help him with some computer stuff. I got there, along with my friend Al, only to discover that he didn't need help. So I thought Al and I would get lunch and hang out with Jay when he got off work. Couldn't do that either. Jay had rehab after work. If you're keeping score, Jay has tried to ruin my day three times thus far. First, getting me to help him. Secondly, telling me he didn't need help once I was there. Thirdly, having to go to rehab, which caused Al and I to have five hours to kill before my show. So we did what any two late-20s males would do. We went to the zoo.
Zoo notes, in the order in which I wrote them, as we walked through the zoo:
*A group of about 15 women were on a Christian group zoo retreat. I'm not making that up. They had on shirts that said this. Who knew? Maybe it was a Noah's Ark study group or something. (If you haven't already read it, read my blog on Noah's Ark. You can search for it at the top of the page.)
The women were standing at the cheetah habitat. I read the cheetah information sign. It said that I could never take a cheetah in a staring contest. I didn't doubt this, as I'm an avid blinker, especially during allergy season. The sign boasted that cheetahs never blink. I looked over at the cheetahs. All of them had their eyes closed.
The women were teasing the cheetahs, saying things like, "Here kitty," and other assorted phrases that sounded like the beginning of a horror movie in which the world is overtaken by cheetahs. I was seriously terrified. I turned to Al, and said, "If they attack, we hide in the reeds behind us. You have to see the habitat. It really looks like the cheetahs could jump out anytime they want. Nothing about it seemed safe. I'm not saying they would jump out, and could do so easily. But if they missed a meal, I think they could figure it out. Stay away from the cheetahs.
*The Stanley Crane doesn't fuck around. It will fight you. It's billed as "a ferocious kickfighter." Never mess with a ferocious kickfighter, of any species.
*All cranes are dicks.
*"Dusty Baker works at the panda exhibit." - Al
*They have only a couple of most bird species, but they have about 60 flamingos. When we arrived, there was a 2v2 fight going on. It was crazy. Like WWF meets a prison riot. It WAS 2v2, like I said, until Mr Fuji (the manager of two of the flamingos) jumped in and dominated.
*I was sneezing and looking for a bathroom to blow my nose for over an hour, when we had a Dumb and Dumber moment. Al said, "I have tissues in my pocket, if you want some."
*There was a Vietnamese Fishing Cat habitat. Now, you're probably thinking, this must be some sort of lynx or something. Nope. Just a cat. It looked like a house cat, only slightly larger, like 5%. It was basically a homeless cat, which presents this question: Aren't all cats
fishing cats if that's their source of food. If the cat lived in Saigon, it would be The Vietnamese Trash Rummaging Cat. It was a bullshit exhibit. But we watched this cat stalk fish for about 15-20 minutes. It never pounced though. It seemed like every time it was about to pounce, it looked over it's shoulder, as if to say, "Can't you just give me some food?" Every other animal is given their food. This is the only one who still has to hunt. That's pretty shitty, considering all this cat is, is a homeless cat. It has relatively no lifestyle upgrade. Then again, an exhibit of a cat eating Meow Mix might be pretty boring.
This presented the question of the humanity of zoos. People constantly protest animal captivity. They say it degrades the animals and is anti-instinctual. Sure, it's anti-instinctual, but is that bad? My argument for captivity is it eliminates survival as the basis for their lives. Their lifespans are extended exponentially, as they aren't constantly looking out for predators. They don't have to constantly hunt for food, and fight for it. They are almost the only non-human, non-domesticated animals who will die of old age. On the contrary, they must get pretty bored. Very bored. Then again, so must domesticated pets. If I had my choice of living a short, instinctual life, in constant danger, or being bored, in captivity, I'll take the zoo life. And don't anyone leave any comments equating this to A Brave New World. I'm talking about wild animals only.
*Al and I had to leave, but wanted to see the Primate House first. We asked two tourists if they knew where the primate house is. One of them responded, "Not sure where the primate house is, but if you go straight, and turn left right up there, you'll see the flamingos." I'm not sure that flamingos have ever been a suitable substitute for primates. If he said he didn't know where the primates were, but told me where the Great Cat House is, fine. I'll take a lion any day. That's an acceptable substitute. That's "Do you know where a Burger King is?" "No, but there's a Chipotle around the corner." Fine. Good substitute. The flamingo recommendation is, "Not sure about Burger King, but if you go straight, and turn left right up there, you'll see the flamingos."
-The older you get, the more important stool consistency becomes in your life. It continues to climb the ladder of important issues, until the last year of your life, when it is the most important thing in the world to you. Your life is a constant game of Metamucil measurement. I hope I die before stool consistency cracks my top 5. I don't think I could take it.
On a related, and possibly gross note to many of my readers (skip to the next paragraph if you are squeamish), I just dropped deuce that was roughly 24 inches long. I must have lost 5 pounds, at least - gained six inches on my vertical, as if I had removed ankle weights. It spiraled around the toilet like a pinwheel. I was very pleased with myself. I guess at this point in my life, I'm more of a stool length, instead of consistency guy. And stool length is firmly in my Top 5. I think this may have been the second most impressive thing my body has ever done, behind dunking on three people from nine feet out, during college. Yes, that was bragging.
-I saw an ad in Times Square for a movie called, "Made of Honor," with the tagline, "It takes a real man to become maid of honor." It was then that I questioned my career choice.
-Who likes coincidences?
Someone called from an unrecognized number yesterday. I answered. They said, "What's up, Ryan?"
"Not much, just reading."
"Did you go to South Riding yet?"
I didn't know who it was, but they knew who I was. So I thought I was supposed to go to South Riding, and played along. "No, not yet."
"I'm about to go over there now."
"Why do I need to go to South Riding?"
"For your paycheck. Wait, is this Hoss?"
"No. You must have the wrong number."
Then we both hung up. What are the odds that someone would call the wrong number and get the name right? They have to be slim. I'm glad I believe in coincidences and not signs. Otherwise, I would be in South Riding today, looking for paychecks and someone named Hoss. "Are you Hoss? I'm Ryan. The universe sent me."
I thought this section was going to be funny. It wasn't. But it was too long to delete. My apologies for you spending time to read it.
-Larry Poon had one of the funniest lines of ever, last week. He did something that had the crowd laughing hard, then he said, "Thank you. I'll be selling sweat after the show."
-My friend, Al, saw a guy on a unicycle last week. His reaction was, "There should never be technology that's worse than basic human function." And to that, I say 'Good point, sir.' It's almost impossible to walk slower than a unicycle. So what's the purpose of the unicycle? To let people know that deep-down, you're an asshole?
-I was watching Fox News for a few seconds, to see how long it would take until I was appalled. The answer was about five seconds. I don't remember the details of the story. There was a state delegate, or city councilwoman named Something Hooker. She said something that upset someone. Fox News posted a picture of her, in which she looked a little frazzled, with the caption, "Hooker touched a nerve."