Oh man, I absolutely loved his first book, so this is a must-buy. Plus: Sharks. Could he be pandering to me any harder?
Would I be a crazy person if I spent this much money to hug and kiss a dolphin and/or sea lion? I am serious.
Real talk: dolphins are amazing. As a brat from Florida I have had dozens of actual wildlife encounters with dolphins, but have also done one of these resort-style things as well, in Hawaii. There’s a level of guilt involved — dolphins are smart as fuuuuuuck and keeping them for our amusement seems barbaric — but at the same time, dolphins are smart as fuuuuuuuck, and they seem to actively enjoy interacting with an animal as smart as they are (that would be humans), so that mitigates the guilt a bit.
I say do it, why not.
Can Kanye + Sealife please become a meme on par with Kanye + Comics? KTHXBAI
You guys. YOU GUYS.
We’re editors of the #SHARK tag on Tumblr along with Topher Grace (remember That 70’s Show?) and something called “Discovery News” which we’re assuming has something to do with Magellan or some shit.
Hopefully Discovery will try to bribe you into voting to support their corporate interests, and you can either (a.) expose them and become internet heroes or (b.) just stay quiet and make that money, yo. Win-win either way.
God how I love this site. (Thank you, KFan.)
Great piece on Alabama’s attempts to protect its nurseries of baby turtles after the oil spill, and another blast from my past — growing up in Florida, we always knew how to spot and avoid loggerhead turtle nests. I really do miss living by the ocean sometimes.
OH MY GOD HELLO MUST-WATCH.
Q. WE KNOW THAT DOLPHINS ARE HIGHLY TRAINABLE. BUT HOW SMART ARE THEY, REALLY?
A. Let me tell you a story. One of the first dolphins I ever worked with was Circe. I’d bring her a fish when I wanted her to do certain things. If she didn’t do them, I did a “time-out” where I turned my back and walked away. Well, there was a certain type of fish that Circe loathed because it had a spiny tail. So I accommodated her by cutting the spines off of the tail. One day, I forgot to do that. Circe spit it out, swam to the other side of the pool and placed herself into a vertical position that mimicked my time-out. I wanted to test this. I gave her untrimmed fish on four different days. Whenever I gave her fish with spiny tails, she gave me a time-out. What that suggested was that she saw time out as a correction and used it back on me. Well, that’s how we learn to communicate.
My complexes re: large groups of gays (I always feel like a bad gay when around others) have made me avoid Provincetown (and Fire Island) all my life, but tell me there are great white sharks and suddenly it’s my #1 most-wanted vacation destination. (My roommate is going next weekend; I hope he does not get eaten, but I hope he does get photos.) (via Phil)
I am thinking I might need a new recurring tag entitled “Horrifying Lovecraftian Sea Life.” (mustache-twirl to Craig)
This man is kind of an idiot, and yet I respect him nonetheless for providing me with probably the most intense minute and thirty-eight seconds of my day.