Sunday, October 22, 2006

Winter Coats and Animal Facts

Hello, Readers.

Today, Cupcake went to meet a friend. To Cupcake's surprise, the friend showed up in a Winter Coat.

Recently, the weather has been capricious. On brisk days, Cupcake has here and there espied the occasional Winter Coat on the sidewalks of Jersey City and Manhattan. But today was this seasons first face-to-face encounter with a Winter Coat, which is undeniable proof that yes, Winter is upon us.

Cupcake discovered that this encounter with Old Man Winter (in his disguise as her friends grey wool coat) wasn't as bad as she'd anticipated. It was rather like turning thirty: having long braced herself against its inevitability, she found that once it occured- there was actually something enjoyable about it.

And so we beat on, boats against the current....

Cupcake also wants to apologize for the long weeks between her postings. When you don't hear from her, it usually means that Cupcake is keeping busy and happy. Perhaps, reader, you guessed that already, having already noticed that Cupcake frequently uses this blog to compensate for her not playing the piano. Meaning that, if she did play the piano, Cupcake's pretty sure that many of her late-night angst-ridden postings would have showed up as thirty minutes of Beethhoven pounded vehemently out into the night.

Then, Cupcake's angst would have drifted like bubbles into the night, leaving, a few seconds later, no evidence of their ever having been, rather than sticking around on her blog to make Cupcake roll her eyes at her own occasional penchant for melodrama.

Nevertheless, there must be a reason that Cupcake never learned to play the piano and turned out to be someone who bangs away at a typewriter keyboard instead. Perhaps it’s that she likes leaving a paper trail (because she's thorough) though she squirms at that trails entrapment(because she's a commitmentphobe).

However, today,-- perhaps out of guilt for not having posted in several weeks, Cupcake has decided to entertain and edify her readers with a few Fascinating Animal Facts. As Cupcake delights in obscure facts, she believes everyone else does too. So here are some interesting zoological tidbits to titillate you until time passes enough that Cupcake posts again. (Perhaps that will even be before all this year’s Winter Coats have been put away.)

Fascinating Animal Facts:

- the tongue of a blue whale weighs as much as a Volkswagon.

- urination is not an instinct in rats.

- The first thing a baby giraffe experiences is a six foot drop to the ground.

- In Malasia, a breed of boar has horns that wrap around its head like Princess Leia. The horns grow for the boar’s entire life. If the boar lives long enough, avoiding being prey to man or other animals, surviving drought or flash flood, earthquake or any other natural disaster or illness—it will eventual die from its horns impaling themselves into its brain.l

- The intelligence of an elephant is 90% learned and 10% instinct.

- The dog sat on the tucker box nine mines from Gundagai.

That last one is a shout out to my Aussie readership. I have been to Gundagai, so you can count that I fact-checked the assertion, at least so far as a sculpture memorial and a plaque count as fact-checking. Austalia rocks!


Blogger Spud Mack said...

Thanks for the aussie shout-out. You are right, we do rock!

I have also been to 'the tuckerbox' and can confirm this fact.

1:24 AM  
Blogger Michael Manning said...

I've always wanted to visit Oz! Oh and you are Linked!


2:48 PM  
Blogger peefer said...

Then how, praytell, does a rat urinate for the very first time?

3:43 PM  
Blogger cupcakegrrl said...

If a rat is lucky, his Momma stimulates her urethra. (One likes to think of her using her little ratty hands, but probably that's not the way.)

Apparently once she gets the waterworks going, he can take it from there.

If a rat is not lucky, say by being removed from Momma at birth by biologists with enquiring minds, he dies of an exploded bladder.

By the way, these fascinating animal facts are pretty much all I remember from my Freshman year at a fairly expensive college where I had no financial aid. That was some time ago and tuition was cheaper then than now...but I think you could safely assume that my Dad paid $8000 or so a fact.

The dog sitting on the tucker box however I paid for myself on a trip to Oz.

Some people think time = money. I see that. But I think of it more as information = money. I wonder why.

Next shout out, Peefer, goes to our Neighbors to the North. Just so you know.

4:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually, she licks know...thing. Apparently there is a chemical in baby rats urine that mommy rat likes the taste of. Gross.

3:58 AM  

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