Let’s finish the week seven days closer to death than we were last week, but maybe a bit happier. Have a river otter sliding on the snow. (I wonder if he’s having fun or doing what penguins do: sometimes moving by sliding on the belly.)
I didn’t know what a “dubstep” was before, but now I know—from Wikipedia, which describes it as a musical genre that’s been around since the ’90s:
The music generally features sparse, syncopated drum and percussion patterns with bass lines that contain prominent sub bass frequencies.
Well, here’s a dubstep made from bird sounds (and a soupçon of drums), and I quite like it:
And for your Friday fun reading, the Guardian has a wonderful story called “I accidentally bought a giant pig,” about a man who thought he was buying a miniature porker, but it grew into a beloved 500-pound house pet. Read it—it will make you smile.
But what about he is asked .
Oh the pig doesn’t mind he replies .
YUK YUK .
Lets try that again .
But what about the smell he is asked .
Oh the pig doesn’t mind he replies.
My father grew up on a farm and claimed the pigs were extremely clean when unconfined. They used a special area for excretion and were never smelly. The mud they are famous for is not necessarily worse than a cosmetic mud pack. He claimed the were clever enough to do simple arithmetic, but that was after he’d had a few beers.
…that is my dad had had a few beers.
Hi ,i know pigs are clean ,it was just a joke.
I seems today, people want bacon on everything.
A Friday trifecta!
I adore all things otter!
I have spent years watching river otters. trust me they are having fun.
The pig story is especially nice for me.
The pets in our lives just make us better.
Couldn’t agree more.
I thought maybe I would finally figure out what dubstep means. As usual, couldn’t stand listening long enough to figure it out.
On PBS NewsHour yesterday. First snow @ Oregon Zoo.
🐾🐾
Six months later the Guardian repoters return for a follow-up story, only to find that the pig only has three legs.
“What happened to the leg?”, they ask the man.
“Well, I really like the companionship” he replies, “So I decided not to eat him all in one go”.
Dub’tep = syncopated riddim.
Oh, like Scott Joplin?
Don’t know about Scott Joplin, but it’s more like this:
Esther, the pig, who lives on a farm near Campbellford, Ontario, now weighs 650 pounds. She lives in a farm house with her two dads (and 2 dogs & a couple of cats), and has quite the online following. They regularly post videos of her opening the patio door by herself, wearing her winter apparel (hat & coat), eating meals (often fed with a fork by one of the dads) and other interesting and humorous situations.
The guys had to move out of their bungalow when a) Esther got too big for it, and b) local bylaws dictated that Esther couldn’t live in town. They fund-raised and bought a farm and now have a plethora of rescued animals from a peacock to a donkey and everything in-between.
One of my sisters is besotted with her story, and has been to the farm twice as a volunteer. I don’t dare serve bacon or pork chops when she comes to dinner (my sister that is, not the pig).
The pig has her own website and the guys have turned it into a successful business while at the same time rescuing animals from the slaughter house or bone factory.
They are quite the heroes among the animal activist set in Ontario.
That otter is just setting it up for one of those WEIT ‘What made the tracks?’ contests.
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It otter be a tummy.
I can’t help but feel the Otter is having fun.