The killer whale, whose name should have been a clear warning for everyone, has struck in California, where apparently all kinds of marine life are attacking.
Kasatka, a killer whale at Sea World in San Diego (coincidentally, Spanish for a whale’s vagina) pulled its trainer underwater twice during a performance yesterday.
Now that’s what I call entertainment, if not another battle in the War on Animals.
Or at least the brass firedogs.
“A commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles.”
No, that’s not a description of a car crash or my driving style—it’s the winner of this year’s Bad Sex in Fiction Award.
The enemy for this battlefront? A crypotozoological mishmash of mammalian proportions.
The country is finally safe, now that Sacramento police have broken up an almond-theft ring. They stole almonds. Really. That’s the big deal.
This blog just likes seeing the term “nut nabbing” in the media again.
A lone sea lion has bitten more than 14 people in one month. The sea lion has chased more from San Francisco’s Marine Mammal Center.
In the war on animals, there are no front lines, but it seems San Francisco has become a hot spot. It’s about time we flushed it out. Grab your clubs, everyone.
What is more important than what a person was wearing when they died? Nothing, this blog believes.
Key quote: “At Cockrum’s request, there will be no public services and his body will be cremated, according to Cox Funeral Home. His ashes will be spread on his property. A family friend said he will be cremated in a Green Lantern shirt.”
Daniel Craig says he’d like to see James Bond revolutionize the spy genre and have a gay film scene in his next film. Does this mean that we can forget about that remake of “Octopussy?” Say it ain’t so!
A library in Michigan turns off the internet, because too many people are just using it for porn. To be fair, that is why the internet was invented. Well, that and to put up pictures of cats.
Don’t order your camcorders at Best Buy. One family in St. Louis bought $1,600 camcorder. What they got was something a little less.
Like a jar of pasta sauce.
To the list of such parental clichés as “there are starving people in China” and “clean your room,” add “… or I will put you up for adoption on Craigslist.”
