Opening Ceremonies$

The OPENING CEREMONIE$ are on!

Russia is 'Putin' on a good show and the whole world is watching...
Good Luck SoCHIC!

Shark Weak

I believe it was William Sharkspeare who wrote; "All good things must come to an end". 

It breaks my heart to think that the corporate intere$t$ may have finally "jumped the shark" and killed the golden Galeocerdo cuvier, but obviously all of this long-lining & shortchanging is scaring off the hardcore purists of this event? We know it is a business, but is all of this excessive, irrelevant, cross promotional programming really necessary? 


Shark Week was evolving nicely from pure 'gorified' sensationalism but now this televisual feeding frenzy is in danger of extinction from over commercialization... and sinking like a toxic corpse lazily spiraling into the abyss like a de-finned shark. 

We are all too aware that TVland is no place for stuff that is too scientificky, but maybe, just maybe, it is time to stop chumming? I am grateful that part of Shark Week has evolved in 25 years. 
At first it was all "JAWSmania" chomping on people..sharks were treated as mythical supernatural monsters from another world that hated us and waited for their chance to kill us...but now most of us geddit! We know that eaach species are just the apex fish at the top of the food chain that have evolved into their own amazing niche. 

We are not surprised that 7 humans become accidental prey items every year, but considering how close humans splash around sharks you'd think that casualties would number in the thousands?
Sharkpocalypse was informative, fun & beautifully recorded> What IF our overfishing and killing 3 sharks/second-100 million sharks per year for a $100 bowl of sharkfin soup, was leaving 100 million decomposing corpses at the bottom, ( natural deterrents) begins to motivate remaining sharks towards shore in search of new prey items..preferably slow, clumsy, splashy prey items? 
Karma comin' back to literally bite us in the ass.

I believe that most of the people who have been watching over the years are getting a more realistic picture of how awful and terrifying WE are, not them. 
btw: All of this cross-promotional program nonsense is dreadful.

Vicky & Tennisanyone

I've taken the liberty of posting a handful of photographs that I nicked from my great-grandfather's collection of memorabilia. 

After my great-grandmama passed, Lord Tennisanyone enjoyed a long, a very l o n g, and happy Second Act with his very "special friend" Vicky.

We didn't know much aboot her except that she was a well-to-do Widow from jolly old England.They hit it off like a house on fire and became inseperable...and except for the World Wars, a handful of exploration escapades and the early years of the Space Program, the two of them rarely missed an opportunity to be together. 

As you can see they shared a rich adventurous life for several decades longer than one would expect. We should all be so lucky eh?

Hip Hip Hippo!

This photo taken back in 1901 is the only picture of my great-grandfather Lord Tennisanyone and his irascible acquisition Henry Moto-Moto.

The name Hippopotamus means "river horse" so naturally Lord T figured why not race the buggers and tried to run Henry at Ascot...but freshly crowned King Eddy 7th would have nothing to do with it.

Unfortunately Hippo Racing never really caught on because like most Westerners at the time Tennisanyone was largely unaware that the 2 ton "river horse" is one of the most aggressive creatures on Earth capable of unprovoked charges at 25 miles per hour! I dare say that Hippos kills more people in Africa than any of the other large animals.

After Tennisanyone removed the harness Henry Moto-Moto took a nip at the old boy and so he was unceremoniously sold off to King Eddy's cousin Kaiser Wilhelm II to be processed into several hundred pounds of Old High German Brätwurst.