I like my fish cooked. Not only cooked, but long since dead, with the head and all the other junk removed. I could barely stomach watching this video of a fish that was still alive after being partially cooked – and then eaten… while the poor think continues to gasp for air.

I realize that in the wild, animals eat other animals while they are still alive, so the fact that they are eating a live fish does not disturb me – the fact that it has been deep-fried and is still alive – well, that’s just in-humane.

I have never seen a bear deep fry and then eat a still live salmon…

I saw this today and found it incredible. An unreal experience for a National Geographic photographer and his encounter with a giant leopard seal. Amazing how an animal that appears so potentially dangerous can be so kind and nurturing.

I don’t usually forward or share emails, but I got this one today from a good friend and found it very inspiring. It is one true story that must be shared and read by all. Enjoy.

In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in  Kenya after graduating from  Northwestern  University .

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.

The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully.

He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it.

As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments.

Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled.

Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away..

Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.

Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.

As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing..

The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down.

The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter could not help wondering if this was the same elephant.

Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure.

He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder.

The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter’s legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.

Probably wasn’t the same f*#&ing  elephant.

This is for everyone who sends me those heart-warming bullshit stories.

The Loch Ness Monster has been found!

If you take a look at Google Earth (57°12?52.13?N, 4°34?14.16?W) and scroll down a bit, you’ll see that this could be the discovery of the Loch Ness Monster! (To the left of the boat).

It could also be nothing. I am guessing nothing. But it could be the real thing too.

What are your thoughts? How would you explain this?

Earlier this year it was thought that Google Earth had uncovered the lost city of Atlantis.

Have you ever given much thought about the safety of sharks? I know the first thing that comes to my mind when someone says “shark” is Jaws and the idea that these creatures are nothing but dangerous predators who wouldnt give a second thought about gobbling me up for dinner (I suspect I would be quite tasty). In reality though, sharks, just like all other creatures, are a vital part of the food chain, and they in great danger due to over-fishing (if you can call it that) by some of our human counter-parts.

The practice of “shark-finning” is one that I was totally unaware of until a good friend introduced me to his personal activism website, AntiSharkFinning.com. Fisherman are catching sharks in great numbers, cutting off their fins for delicacies such as shark fin soup, and throwing the sharks back in the oceans, fin-less, to drown.

Not only is this incredibly in-humane, it has driven the shark population down by an estimated 90%, and this trickles through the food-chain to cause other issues in our oceans.

Please take a moment and visit AntiSharkFinning.com to learn more and find out what you can do to help.

So you have decided to live a life of crime – stealing cars, mugging people, armed robbery, and all that bad stuff. Whats the best way to escape being busted by the police? Well, you may think it’s turning yourself into a Goat, but the police are onto that trick – at least in Nigeria.

When I read this story I was sure it was direct from the presses over at the Onion, but after seeing it at Reuters and Yahoo News, I suspect ths story is true – sorta.

You can read the full story over at Yahoo News, but the jist of it is that a group of vigilantes hauled a goat into a police station in Nigeria claiming it was an armed robber who turned himself into a goat to escape arrest after attempting to steal a Mazda 323.

Apparently this goat is still in police custody – yet another reason I am glad to be Canadian.

Okay, so I have seen a lot of weird video’s, and a lot of strange animals, but the penis jousting of the hermaphroditic flatworm is unlike anything I have ever heard of.

I must say, it makes me very grateful to be a human and not a lasagna noodle looking worm. “Who’s the man and who’s the woman? I dunno – lets fight about it – the winner gets to injects his sperm into any part of the losers body, and the loser gets to be the mommy.” Bizarre.

The flatworm does have something on us though – they get to have two penises. This whole thing reminds me of a video that would belong on the Onion.

The other day I posted a comment on a blog about our cat. In the blog post the Author, Scott (no not me) had noted that a stray cat had moved into his car as its new home. That got me thinking about our cat Toby, and I wrote a lengthy comment. Here is an expanded version of the comment I wrote on that post.

Toby and the Car
When my wife (girlfriend at the time) first moved in together about 10 years ago or so, we got a cat. Toby. Toby is a fat white cat with blue eyes. We took Toby every where. When we would travel home for the holidays, about a 3 hour drive, Toby would come with us and ride in the back window of the car. When we’d go to the store, Toby would come for a car ride. He even came with us to the beach once, but he didn’t like the waves, they scared him. After a few years, Toby no longer came with us, and we left him at home when we traveled, but Toby has never forgotten his love for the car.

Its been years since he was last allowed in the car, (Other than the occasional trip to the vet). Whenever he gets the chance he will get in and hang out, leaving a nice white mess. Often if we leave the windows open, even just a couple inches, he will climb up on the roof and manage to get into the car – not sure how he does it with all that bulk – must be in cahoots with Santa.

There is nothing I hate more than seeing muddy footprints all over my nice clean car and a pile of cat hair on the drivers seat, but I guess its my fault, I never should have shared with him the love of the car.

We had a garage sale once, and he jumped into a few cars of thrifty shoppers… I should have let them drive away with him. Oh well – next time.

Toby’s a good cat most of the time. At 28lbs (yes 28 lbs) he outweighs our other giant cat Milo (about 18 lbs) our Shih-tzu buster (12 lbs) and our daughter Emma (19 lbs). We love Toby, but if someone came by and stole him, I probably wouldn’t lose much sleep over it. I have been converted – I am a dog person now. (If you can call a Shih-tzu a dog).

Wow, this is very cool. The video is a bit shaky, but the outcome is great. Why doesn’t this kinda stuff ever happen to me when I go whale watching?

I receive a lot of emails from friends and family containing forwarded jokes. Earlier today I was sent this one by my mom. I have not seen this one before, nor do I have any idea where it originated, but I did feel it was worth sharing. I thought about sending it out via email, but figured I would just post it here and those who care can come and read it.

Enjoy.

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm – Oooh, Bath. Bummer.
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpt from a Cat’s Diary

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For
now…