“Haha, whew! This was fucking weird! Loved it.
Penguin was the best part. Just this lil’ fat guy who was living on the ice now. Like, why not?
I was watching nature the other night. Nature like nature shows, not actual outdoors. You know what sucks about nature? It always goes like this:
Narrator: “The baby penguins are adorable floofs for the first part of their life.”
And when you see something cute, just know it’s going to die. In front of you, on the screen.
I have thoughts:
First, I guess there’s an argument that my food comes from a dead animal, so it’s not weird. But I think it is weird. Why? Because I wouldn’t FILM it if I were killing animals for the purpose of eating them. Well, maybe I would, but that’s for a credits sequence on an indie movie that’s trying to be edgy. But I’d argue that watching a killer whale eat a penguin isn’t INFORMATION, and it doesn’t make me feel differently about eating a cow.
Maybe I’m going about this wrong. Let’s do it like this: My parents had sex. One could argue that this is necessary for me to exist (much like food). I don’t think watching it is necessary.
Second Thought, I guess if you don’t show animals eating each other and having sex, there’s not a whole lot left. It seems like elephants only paint pictures and shit when they have to, not so much in the wild. There’s not much show is what I’m saying.
Third Thought: I propose we rename the Killer Whale the Asshole Shark. Look at those things. They kill all kinds of shit. That’s a shark in my book. “