Ever since we opened the floodgates to new members the quality of FPPs has really gone downh...oops, sorry, wrong 'filter.
This is, no doubt, the best thing Livejournal has going for it.
Behind the Great Firewall of China, my kindly Communist censors keep me safe from most blogspaces on the internet. Sadly they seem to have missed Livejournal. I may have to e-mail my local Party Secretary after seeing this. It's a sugar-coated bullet if ever I saw one.
This post sucked.
This is exactly why I feel I need to leave Livejournal and get a "real" weblog.
but I don't WANT to be exposed to cuteness!
The baby scorpions were cute.
I followed the link for a baaaaaby king cheetah and thought for a moment that it was another, albeit more subtly, photoshopped version of cliché kitty, like in those domo kun/god kills a kitten images. But then I noticed it was from National Geo., which to my surprise provides the going price for such an animal ($25K - US).
On the other hand, opening the floodgates in metafilter has reduced the politicsfilter effect.
honestly, i'm more happy with monkeyfilter now because it comes up with lots of random stuff. metafilter just got to this point where all it was was politics. that gets to be a bit much.
Good fucking grief! I don't consider myself particularly squeamish, but the sight of the swarms of baby scorplings on their mother just heebies the jeebies right out of me.
I expect to hear that at some point they get hungry and devour good ol' mom on their way to soccer practice.
Good God! The Motherload!
I like this kind of post.
ooga_booga, scorpions are really good moms. Momma scorpions will starve to let their children eat.
Well if the alternative is a matricidal BBQ it makes sense.
If thou didst feed on western pains of yore,
Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet
Over some Cambrian mountains plashy moor
Or find in farmer's yard a safe retreat
From gypsy thieves, and foxes sly and fleet,
If thy grey quills, by lawyer guided, trace
Deeds big with ruin to some wretched race,
On love-sick poet;s sonnet, sad and sweet,
Wailing the rigor of his lady fair;
Or if, the drudge of housemaid's daily toil,
Cobwebs and dust thy pinions white besoil,
Departed Goose! I neither know nor care.
But this I know, that we pronounced thee fine,
Seasoned with sage and onions, and port wine.--Robert Southey, "To a Goose"
Twinlkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea-tray in the sky.-- Lewis Carroll
--Robert Southey, "To a Goose"-- Lewis Carroll