Walk the dogs or pick up the birthday cake from the bakery. Doing both at the same time is just asking for it. Especially if you like playing with statues.
Two last packages
Maybe I’ll make my own Christmas list while I’m waiting for those two last packages that really should have come in the mail by now. Those two packages make the difference between grim empty-handedness and mirthful generosity on Christmas morning. Well, I’m going to stop worrying about what the USPS is or isn’t going to bring me. I’m going to focus on what Santa is or isn’t going to bring me. Let’s see; where was my Christmas list? Oh, here:
- ice bird
- sixfinger
- fashion face
- presto paints
- fantastic flowers
- fembot and maskatron
- gyromite
- wheelie bar
I actually got a wheelie bar for Benny. I hope he likes it. I hope it gets here…
Ninety-nine monkeys
I just learned about the Hundredth-monkey Effect yesterday:
“…unidentified scientists were conducting a study of macaques monkeys on the Japanese island of Koshima in 1952.[2] These scientists purportedly observed that some of these monkeys learned to wash sweet potatoes, and gradually this new behavior spread through the younger generation of monkeys—in the usual fashion, through observation and repetition. Watson then claimed that the researchers observed that once a critical number of monkeys was reached—the so-called hundredth monkey—this previously learned behavior instantly spread across the water to monkeys on nearby islands…”
Probably the most important thing I learned about the Hundredth-monkey Effect yesterday is that it’s a bunch of hogwash.
Beware of Fred
The AP reporting from South Africa early last week:
As a primate who loves a good sandwich, I’m impressed. I’m not yet at the point where I’m able to jump through a window to get one. Score one more for the baboons.
Photo by gremionis on flickr
Another genus enters the fray
According to some news out of Merseyside this summer, baboons have joined in on the ever-escalating human vs. primate war that I have been keeping my eye on. And it goes without saying that they’re not on our side.
The Daily Mail is reporting that the baboons at the Knowsley Safari Park, previously thought merely to be petty vandals and license plate thieves, have now taken to exhibiting deviant sexual behavior in the form of stealing bras and panties from car rooftop luggage racks and rolling around in a semi-engorged state while drooling over said garments. They also are apparently on the lookout for inflatable sex toys:
So far, the park has issued “Anti Social Baboon Orders” on the animals and there are rumors of military deployment, but there are no confirmed reports about the latter. I will of course continue to follow the story; feel free to post any tips of your own in the comment section.
Happy Labor Day
Normally I would consider using this moving company based solely on the beauty of its logo:
and knowing that they have experience transporting monkey and gladiator leg tables
would seal the deal for me. However, today I’m needing help with some furniture with rather unusual dimensions
so I think I’m going to go with these people instead:
especially if this guy
is working today.
All photos taken on York Blvd. in Highland Park. Thanks for the tip, Wag!
The future is Plastic
I’m sure you’ve seen Whiplash the dog-riding monkey before, and while he cracks me up, his steed always makes me a little sad. That poor dog seems so terrified to have a monkey on his back. I guess I can’t blame him. Nobody wants a monkey on their back, except for maybe the Great Dane in this film:
Of course, the Lonesome Stranger is no ordinary monkey.
Back from the portal
Sorry for the late posting today, but I spent yesterday building a City of The Future with some friends and I just got back. Sometimes it takes a while to get back from the future.
For a while, it seemed like the city was going to be a crowded and violent dystopia
ruled by a giant silver head named Zubox,
but then this other guy came along
and everything was good again.
Hooray for our monkey overlord of the future!
First and last photos by Benny, photos of Zubox and Smart Chimpgod by Michael R. Perry; other photos by me
That makes it unanimous
I guess we don’t have live stage shows featuring monkeys acting like humans anymore because it would be kind of boring to watch a monkey wearing skinny jeans constantly checking his iPhone. The resurgence of spats would improve things greatly, I think.
A larger version featuring very droll copy can be found on the WFMU blog here.
Luney toons
You’ve got your Japanese moon, your Chinese moon, your German moon, your Soviet-era Russian moon, your British prog moon, but today I’m in the mood for a good old Disney moon.
