Hmmm, good point. I guess I should also stop using rubber products, since the process of making rubber kills birds, which are some of the most intelligent creatures on the planet. I should also stop wearing clothes and using any fabrics that were massed produced, since growing and harvesting crops kills countless thousands of animals directly or indirectly. And for that matter, I should stop eating vegetables and grains for the same reasons. I should also stop using any products that have glue in or on them in any capacity, since glues are often made from animal hooves and even those that aren't are toxic to birds. I should also stop using this computer, since the production of plastics and silicone is also toxic to birds. And any oil or kerosene products are also responsible for the deaths of countless thousands of wildlife. Also, wood products like houses, paper, and furniture deprive animals of their homes, kill the babies who were still nesting in the trees, and drive species to the brink of extinction from habitat loss.
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Well, yeah, eco-guilt is fractal, and Everything Is Wrong, but I'm no shrill evangelical aggro-vegan; you know this :) I mean only to say that one can't just dismiss the octopus as another mindless sea-thing: they've got personality.
You know I heart you like whoa, dearest. But you also know that I can't help giving you a hard time. ;-) It's just in my nature.
It's funny that you brought this up when you did, though, because I'm currently writing a book about the care and feeding of companion parrots, and for the past couple of days I've been working on the chapter about precautions that people need to take against things that can endanger their bird. And as I'm writing this chapter it turns out...everything endangers birds. So the chapter doesn't sound much different than that snarky comment I left for you up there. It's basically like, "The world will kill your bird. Instead of bringing him into your home, go live with him out in the jungle. P.S. The jungle will kill your bird, too. You're both fucked."
I guess to live is to endanger yourself and everything else in the world.
Don't you, though? We had a pygmy octopus at the bio lab where I worked in college and since I was in charge of caring for the tanks, I was his primary caretaker. He was awesome. Until he died. Then he was sadface. And so was I.
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But I will visit you in the woods.
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It's funny that you brought this up when you did, though, because I'm currently writing a book about the care and feeding of companion parrots, and for the past couple of days I've been working on the chapter about precautions that people need to take against things that can endanger their bird. And as I'm writing this chapter it turns out...everything endangers birds. So the chapter doesn't sound much different than that snarky comment I left for you up there. It's basically like, "The world will kill your bird. Instead of bringing him into your home, go live with him out in the jungle. P.S. The jungle will kill your bird, too. You're both fucked."
I guess to live is to endanger yourself and everything else in the world.
By the way, Z, how the hell have you been?
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