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PZ’s Friday Cephalopod is an octopus putting on a fantastic threat display.

If you live in Dallas like I do, and if you have children, DON’T send them to this day school.  That is unless you’re into that kind of thing.

Utility companies in the U.S. are conspiring together on “a new disinformation campaign on climate change”.  How pathetic.  And a bit more on the memo, including a link to the full text and a WaPo story.  I seriously doubt they wanted anyone to see that letter.

Friday Ark #97 will grow throughout the weekend.  Be sure to visit often for an expanding list of great blogging, photos, and news from the animal kingdom.

New photographs show galaxies which have been violently reshaped through “interactions with gas clouds and other galaxies”.

For those who have already received the e-mail and those who will probably receive it in the near future, let me shoot down a stupid astronomical hoax winding its way through the internet.  In August, Mars will absolutely not look as large as the full moon.  Period.  If you get the e-mail, delete it like all other junk mail.  And this is a good reminder of why I hate chain letters: they are almost certainly untrue and a waste of time.

What’s your Celtic horoscope?

For this week’s internet quiz, here’s a test that wouldn’t even intimidate xocobra.  It’s quick and simple — all you need know is your own birth month and day.  That’s it.

As for my response…


You Are A Fig Tree
Fig tree


You are very independent and strong minded.
A hard worker when you want to be, you play hard too.
You are honest and loyal. You hate contradiction or arguments.
You love life, and you live for your friends, children, and animals.
A great sense of humor, artistic talent, and intelligence are all gifts you possess.

Downfall

Downfall

Der Untergang, as it is titled in the original German, is far more than just another movie about Adolph Hitler and World War II.  It is a compelling and enlightening view of the last days of the German war machine as viewed from within the Berlin bunker sheltering the Nazi dictator.  Based upon the diary and recollections of Traudl Junge, Hitler’s last secretary before his suicide, as well as other sources, Downfall is a sober look at the final days of the Third Reich and its eventual self-decapitation and defeat.

This is not specifically about World War II or the atrocities perpetrated throughout the conflict.  Only a few minor glancing blows are given to those issues, and only insomuch as they support events within the bunker itself.  The movie is instead a telling of Hitler’s mental breakdown as the Russian and Allied armies squeeze Berlin between them, and the effect he had on those around him.  While filmed in German, it is subtitled in English.

Empowered by a phenomenal portrayal of Der Führer as his country is destroyed around him and his own mind begins to break, it is both interesting and disturbing to see the man’s emotional state as it swings like a pendulum between fierce defiance and suicidal depression.  His control over the war and his own officers continually slips away as each day passes, yet Hitler himself struggles both with denial of the truth and betrayal by his own military leaders.  That betrayal is, however, equal parts reality and imagination for the once great dictator.  Trapped in the bunker by his own decision to remain in Berlin as a sign of strength and impending victory for the German people, the outrageous psychological mayhem he experiences makes clear his own lack of mental stability.

Yet it is not solely about Hitler and his end, although that is the primary focus.  Also brought to the forefront is the horrific mindset that befell Germany’s upper echelon and military leadership as they realized the hopelessness of their own master plan.  A significant aspect of this is demonstrated through the waining grip on reality shared amongst many in the bunker.  There is the blind resolution to follow their leader regardless of his apparent mental disintegration.  There is the throwing of parties filled with drinking and dancing as bombs explode all around them.  There is the decision by many, as part of an admission of the horrors they inflicted upon the world, to end their own lives when the hopelessness became undeniable.  There is the self-deluded compassion that brings some to murder their own children as a form of protection.  And the list goes on.

It is both disturbing and enlightening to see the events unfold.  It also raises a great many questions about the course of the war had the Nazi leader not encountered such all-consuming psychosis, an affliction shared with many in his closest circle of advisers, officers, and friends.  With the human aspect so vividly displayed, it is almost possible to feel sorry for some involved in those final days and hours.

Opening and closing remarks by the real Traudl Junge masterfully encapsulate the film with the heartfelt reflections of someone who still struggles with her own involvement, even as a personal secretary, and punctuate the emotional mayhem caused by a single man focused on world domination.

I can not recommend this movie enough.  It is a superbly acted and directed masterpiece.

Random Thought

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

— Charles Bukowski

5 raccoons + 2 cats + 1 human = mayhem (part 2)

I leaned over the fence and spoke warnings to the raccoons while waving a hand in the air from time to time so they would not approach.  Sadly, their hunger seemed to be overriding their fear and common sense.  All five of them kept edging closer and closer to Larenti and the tiny bit of food she had left, and now she was cornered against the fence with no way to escape without having to run right through the horde of marauders.

The string of expletives spewing from my mouth exceeded an R rating.  It was looking more and more like I’d have to jump the fence to keep the cat out of trouble, and that didn’t sound like fun since I was barefoot and wearing only a pair of shorts.  If any of the raccoons decided to push their luck, I’d be in trouble.

Therefore, I hastily grabbed more food from Vazra‘s dish and tossed it behind the raccoons.  The diversion was a success.  They all turned around and walked to the new supply, happily began eating, and didn’t notice the female cat’s hasty retreat around the other corner.

“Clever girl,” I said.  My smile turned into a frown when I saw she only moved a short distance away before lying down where she could watch the wildlife show.  Well, at least now she wasn’t cornered.  She was smart enough to get out of the way if they approached her.

While the two adults and two of the babies ate the food, the third baby found its way to the small pile the cat had been eating.  It was consumed rapidly.

Within a minute or so, all of the food was gone and the raccoons began foraging for more.  I had no intention of giving them additional cat food since it’s not really the best thing for them.  Besides, it was a diversionary tactic anyway, not a strategic one, and I didn’t want to keep feeding them while they could see me doing it.

To my dismay, however, the damage was already done.  The recently arrived adult raccoon obviously had taken note of my throwing food out.  He came directly to the fence where I was standing and sniffed madly.  He undoubtedly smelled the rest of the cat food in Vazra’s bowl.  He began reaching through the fence and sticking his face through it as well.  I could hear the repetitive sniffing and knew precisely what he was up to.  But he wasn’t getting that food.

I kept telling them it was over, time to go, no more food, and whatever other silliness I could think of, yet that didn’t stop his search.  The mother and babies could also smell the food but kept their distance — somewhat.  But the other adult…

Not willing to accept that no more food was forthcoming, and certainly well aware that I still had some, the critter began to scale the fence.  And I was standing right there.  That’s what I was afraid of, so I spoke louder and moved quickly to frighten it.  For a moment at least, the plan worked and the raccoon backed down the fence in a hurry.

I took a few steps to one side and picked up the cat food bowl, and then I stepped away from the fence and placed it next to the door.  In the meantime, realizing there was real jeopardy here, Vazra backed away from the fence and sat down quietly behind me.  In this case, I don’t mind being a human shield.  I also thought it was nice to see he trusted me enough to consider me protection.

While mother and babies foraged a bit while keeping an eye on me in case more food was to be offered, the other raccoon worked his way to and fro at the foot of the fence, constantly reaching in (and grabbing leaves and other small items to see if they were edible).  And then be began to climb again.

“No,” I said sternly as I moved forcefully toward the fence.  He again reversed course and got down as quickly as possible.  After a few minutes of roaming back and forth, he eventually turned and walked back the way he came.  I was relieved.

It was short-lived.

[Part 1 | Part 3]