Showing posts with label sailors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sailors. Show all posts

Monday, January 28, 2013

beetles of the caribbean


I have heard that sailors from ye olden days used the stars to navigate the world. In my head, all sailors from those days were also pirates. Because that's cool.

Therefore, anything that uses the stars to navigate is a pirate. Like the dung beetle. The PIRATE dung beetle!

Turns out they use the Milky Way to navigate their way around South Africa! People who study dung beetles (fun job) noticed that they use the moon and the sun to get directions. But what about those nights the moon is hiding? The Milky Way does the job!

They do a little dance to figure out where they are in the galaxy. The Milky Way is kinda like a dung disco ball for the beetles. Once they know where they need to go, they make a run for it! Dung beetles are very possessive of their dung balls.

Researchers grabbed a bunch of dung beetles and brought them to a planetarium. When they turned the Milky Way on, the beetles knew where to go. When they turned it off, they got lost and ended up in the Jupiter exhibit 2 floors down.

This was, literally, stinky for Jupiter. Since they now have to clean up dung balls not JUST in the planetarium room, but in the elevator and on Jupiter, too!

Of course, as pirates, the dung beetles were kind of ignored. Their "booty" (as pirates would say) was less a pile of gold and jewels and more a pile of dung.

They did have great galactic disco parties, though. Andromeda is totally jealous.

I'm off to disco under the Milky Way.

Enjoy Everything.

-dj

Friday, April 13, 2012

sink so low

I have an issue with sinks. I've noticed it for years but didn't want to bring it up. I will be quiet NO LONGER! The Secret Society of Stealthy Sink Sailors have scared me for long enough! I don't care how many sailors they send after me. I WILL BE HEARD!

Sinks are too low.

There. I said it. It's out there now. You can't deny it. Every time I wash my hands, my back hurts. Every time I wash my dishes, my back hurts.

It's a conspiracy. I have absolutely no proof, but I'm pretty much completely certain that sink makers and chiropractors have a back-alley deal going on.

I'm not sure which alley they backed in, but I imagine it was a nice one with ergonomic chairs and chrome handles.

OH! And I bet the sponge people are involved with them too. Because, you know, sponges are needed a lot when you do dishes. So maybe they wanted in on this action.

This runs deep. Really deep. Maybe all they way past the lower mantle.

That's pretty deep.

Almost as deep as my sink is. Which, by the way, IS TOO LOW.

So yeah, that's really all I wanted to talk about today. I wish there could be sinks just a little bit higher. So I could stand up straight and wash my hands. Maybe rest my elbows on the counter because I'm lazy.

Unfortunately, none of these things will happen because the SSofSSS will probably kidnap me and erase your memory of this entire conversation.

I'm off to see what those guys want in that white van over there.

Enjoy Everything.

-dj