Sunday, June 24, 2007

Ethical Studies on Spiders (Final)

I have never been a huge fan of spiders; and I am sure at this point, you are shocked. After all, who doesn't love venom filled, creepy, eight legged monsters? Well, I suppose I would have to admit, there is probably a fairly large percentage of people that would fit that description. To my defense, I have good reason to dislike spiders (although most of the evidence for my case did not affect me directly).




My first awful experience with a spider was at the age of ten in the garage of my house. I was taking the family trash out to the curb, when my cat, Chelsea, snuck past my feet and pounced out the back door. My pleas for her to return inside were woefully in vain. She had seen something fun to play with in the corner of the garage: a black widow. How could I be so sure it was a black widow?



There was a fine, silky web about two feet in diameter crafted delicately in the corner of the dimly lit garage. The web itself was more of an oblong shape and much closer to the ground than the ceiling. Due to the fine threads, it took the correct lighting and a good angle to see it and have it stand out. In the center of the web was an eight legged creature pitch black in color and the size of my thumb. Standing out like a scarlet letter was a crimson hour-glass shape on the spider's back. And I suppose that image alone was motivation enough for my cat to whack it with her paw. The peace of the web was disrupted from the forceful stike of the cat's paw. The entire web vibrated back and forth while the spider made quick and calculated movements. The spider had almost instant revenge from having it's evening disturbed. The spider lunged at Chelsea, biting her in the very paw that caused the comotion. At this point she jumped five feet into the air making the most bizarre growl merged with a moan and a hiss. I began to panic as I worried for my can and quickly finished off the spider. To great relief, no serious problems ever came to my cat from that encounter.





I have known many other circumstances of friends and animals being bit by spiders. This includes my cousin's cat dying to a bite to the head of a brown recluse. I also had a friend almost loosing his hand due to the same brown, nasty, vile spider. His incident was the result of digging in a wood pile and having the outside of his palm bitten.



More recently, I personally experience a nasty spider bit to my neck that swelled up for about a week. Very ugly, and very unattractive. It was also quite painful and iched a great deal. And what did I deserve to have this attack thrown upon me? Did I upset a religious spider sect? Did I mistakenly wash the 'itsy-bitsy spider' down a drain. I may never know.



All of these examples of spider atrocities, compouded with my natual distrust of them, has given rise to a personal hate of spiders. But with all of this hate, could I really condone negative actions taken against them? Say, for example, scientists performing experiments on spiders?

For example, there are some individuals up in Canada that are performing tests on spiders with no noticeable conscience or regard to ethics. This is extremely frightening seeing that they are using toxins to satisfy their scientific curiositys. But I will show you what is going on up North, and I will let you be the judge.












Yes...



I know...



Spider's and drugs are actually a really, really, good thing. So I suppose I was wrong in my initial viewpoint that it could be unethical to do studies on these creepy, vile mosters that I have so many tainted memories of. After all, when drugs are used as a subject of study, to be frank, it is humorous as well as entertaining.

Just ask the viewers of YouTube:

Like cab498...


"I watched this and laughed for forty-five minutes! Absolutely the funniest stuff I have seen in weeks. I wonder what would happen if you contacted the Canadian Wildlife Service about the crack spider's bitch? "


The video does pose a very interesting question, a question that an individual by the alias of wildcat9529 asks:


"I'd like to know more about the crack spider's bitch, lol "


Yes, I would like to know the answer to this question, too. It is an interesting look that has really never been answered, even in a day in which we have Discovery Channel and Animal Planet. Even the late Steve Irwin was never able to answer such a great question, and he was the best animal enthusiast ever.


Hmm....


I think there is someone who might know... the individual called RedoranGaurd, for he must know something we don't:


"Lemme be your bitch mister Crackspider!!! "


Obviously he knows there are benefits to this classification in the animal kingdom.
But this cannot be taken for truth as tuttt99 says:


"Wouldn't want to be the crack spider's bitch. lol. "


Could this mean that RedoranGaurd is simply a crazy masochistic person?


It could be so, in fact there could be a moral to these experiments being done by the Canadian scientists. geedunk seems to be onto it.


"Do drugs = become the crack spider's bitch. Let this be a lesson to all ennit? "


Darkultra agrees:


"The funny thing is, this clip might actually appeal to young people, and sway some of them away from drugs. muahaha "


We can only hope that the Canadians won't give up their fight to accomplish some very important things:


1- Get spider's completely stoned.
2- Save our children from drugs.
3- Make us laugh silly.

I may have been sarcastic at the begining by not truly stating how much I hate spiders. But I hope you see with the story of my cat and the other incendents I have seen along my life course give me goood evidence for disliking them. And this dislike cetainly would let me okay studies performed on spiders, especially if they are as comical as this YouTube video. And what could make an awesome video even better? Why, nothing more than great conversation across the internet discussing silly and trivial things, such as the idea of a "crack spider's bitch."

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As a side note...

Perhaps those thoughtful Canadian scientist offered the crack spider's bitch to Hollywood:





Where the wired and crazy crack spider could have all of his fun:


Monday, June 18, 2007

Ethical Studies on Spiders (WIP)

I have never been a huge fan of spiders, and I am sure at this point, you are shocked. After all, who doesn't love venom filled creepy eight legged monsters? Well, I suppose I would have to admit, there is probably a fairly large percentage of people that would fit that description. To my defense, I have good reason to dislike spiders (although most of the evidence for my case does did not affect me directly).



My first awful experience with a spider was at the age of 10 in the garage of my house. I was talking the family trash out to the curb, when my cat, Chelsea, snuck past my feet and pounced out the back door. My pleas for her to return inside very woefully in vain, as she saw something fun to play with in the corner of the garage: a black widow. How could I be so sure it was a black widow?



There was a fine, silky web about two feet in diameter crafted delicately in the corner of the dimly lit garage. The web itself was more of an oblong shape and much closer to the ground than the ceiling, and due to the fine threads, it took the correct lighting to see it stand out. In the center of the web was an eight legged creature pitch black in color the size of my thumb. Standing out like a scarlet letter was a crimson hour-glass shape on the spider's back. And I suppose that alone was motivation enough for my cat to whack it with her paw. I imagine it probably hurt the spider quite well to have this large feline smack it with great force, but it had almost instant revenge by biting my cat, at which point she jumped about five feet into the air making the most bizarre growl merged with a moan and hiss. I began to panic as I worried for my can and quickly finished off the spider. To great relief, no problems came to my cat.





I have know many other circumstances of friends and animals being bit by spider. This includes one cat dying to a brown recluse and a friend almost loosing his hand to the same brown, nasty vile spider.



More recently, I personally experience a nasty spider bit to my neck that swelled up for about a week. Very ugly, and very unattractive. It was also quite painful and iched a great deal. And what did I deserve to have this thrown upon me? Did I upset a religious spider sect? Did I mistakenly wash the 'itsy-bitsy spider' down a drain. I may never know.



But with all of this hate, could I really condone scientists performing experiments on spiders? There are some individuals up in Canada that are performing these sorts of tests with no noticeable conscience or regard to ethics. This is extremely frightening seeing that they are using toxins that have lead to the deaths of people, and we are much larger than a spider weighing in at a few grams. I could vent for some time about what they are doing, but I think one should see it to understand.












Yes...



I know...



Spider's and drugs are actually a really, really, good thing. Humorous and entertaining as well :D Just ask cab498...


"I watched this and laughed for forty-five minutes! Absolutely the funniest stuff I have seen in weeks. I wonder what would happen if you contacted the Canadian Wildlife Service about the crack spider's bitch? "


The video does pose a very interesting question, a question that an individual by the alias of wildcat9529 asks:


"I'd like to know more about the crack spider's bitch, lol "


Yes, I would like to know the answer to this question too. It is an interesting look that has really never been answered, even in a day in which we have Discovery Channel and Animal Planet. Even the late Steve Irwin was never able to answer such a great question, and he was the best animal enthusiast ever.


Hmm....


I think there is someone who might know... the individual called RedoranGaurd, for he must know something we don't:


"Lemme be your bitch mister Crackspider!!! "


Obviously he know's there are benefits to this classification in the animal kingdom.
But this cannot be taken for truth as tuttt99 says:


"Wouldn't want to be the crack spider's bitch. lol. "


Could this mean that RedoranGaurd is simply a crazy masochistic person?


It could be so, in fact there could be a moral to these experiments being done by the Canadian scientists. geedunk seems to be onto it.


"Do drugs = become the crack spider's bitch. Let this be a lesson to all, ennit? "

Darkultra agrees:


"The funny thing is, this clip might actually appeal to young people, and sway some of them away from drugs. muahaha "


We can only hope that the Canadians won't give up their fight to accomplish some very important things:


1- Get spider's completely stoned.
2- Save our children from drugs.
3- Make us laugh silly.

Perhaps those thoughtful Canadian scientist offered the crack spider's bitch to Hollywood:

Monday, June 4, 2007

Going down to the Shore (Revised)

Ahhh good times to be had with Jack and his Rod. These are the singers from the band Dead Milkmen. (That band name alone warrents it's own blog post, I mean... who names a band after their deceased father? That's just sorta creepy ;p )

The following conversation is from their killa' song 'Bitchin Camaro.' Enjoy!

"Hey Jack, what's happening?"


"I dunno."


"Well, uh, rumor around town says you might be thinking of going down to the shore."


"Uh, yeah. I think I'm going to go down to the shore."


"What are you gonna do down there?"


"Uh, I dunno. Play some video games, buy some Def Leopard T-Shirts."


"Don't forget your Motley Crew T-Shirt. You know all proceeds go to get their lead singer out of jail."


"Uh, huh."


"Can't wait to go down. Hey, uh, you gonna check out the sand bar while you're down there?"


"Uh, what's the sand bar?"


"Ah, it's a place that lets 16 year old kids drink."


"Ah, cool."


"Yeah, hey, guess who's going to be there?"


"Ah... who?"


"My favorite cover band: Crystal Shit."


"Wow!"


"Yeah they do a Door's show. You'd be really impressed. In fact it goes a little like this: 'Love me two times baby, love me twice today. Love me two times girl, cause I got aids. Love me two times baby, once for tomorrow, once cause I got aids.' (Pretty good Jim Morrison impression there. I hope those guys have a good sense of humor and don't take us into court.)


"Uh, what's the court?"


"Nevermind that. The important thing here is that we get to the part where that you ask me how I am going to get down to the shore."


"Oh, how you gettin' down to the shore?"


"Funny you should ask. I've got a car now."


"Ah wow! How did ya get a car?"


"Ah, my folks drove it up here from the Bahamas."


"You're kidding..."


"I must be, the Bahama's are islands. Okay, the important thing here is that you ask me what kind of car it is."


"Uh... uh... what kind of car do ya got?"


"I've got a bitchin Camaro!"


(Song)




Ahh... to be young again... wait I am still young...
--- scratch ---
Ahh... to be young and innocent again... wait... grrr these guy's don't seem that innocnent. Hrm.
--- scratch ---
Ahh... the crazy days of high school. You have to love anything that takes you back to the days of you and you're buddy having one focus: fun. Nothing will quite be like those days so absent of responsibility and full of such mischief and questing for the next great excuse to act completely crazy.

I am not sure if everyone has such fond memories, but my best friend Jon and I used to make 'pilgramiges' down to Gray Whale CD-Exchange right when we turned 16 and I got my 1st car. Most of our conversations were quite like this, well, minus the completely stoned tone of voice, but close. The style of this song is often what we searched for amoung the bins of used CD's, and when we found one that we loved, then a quest to see them in 'concert' in some underground location. And we were excited, just as Rod and Jack are here in going down to the shore.