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Pets Redux

4 Feb

February 4, 2011

Terriers are cute dogs, and smart too. Too bad they clash with the decor.

 

In honor of the Jasmil Kennels and Cattery in Lower Halstow, near Sittingbourne, in Kent, England, (whew!) I  republish one of my classic blogs in hopes that for God’s sake, somebody learns something.

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Pets. Everyone has them.

Teachers have teacher’s pets. You know, the kids who, even when the rest of the class is stoned or asleep, they’ll have an answer and keep you from yelling at everyone else. You like those kids. (Except when those Junior Mr.-Know-It-Alls don’t stop asking annoying questions. Then you want to kill them.)

Congressmen have pet projects. They’re those pork-barrel filled legislations designed to put a lot of money in the pockets of some powerful lobby, not to mention the Congressmen, that have no use at all except to waste budget money that could be spent on better things, like a committee to determine whether pro-wrestlers use steroids. (Well duh.)

Most of us have pet peeves, those little things that bug the shit out of us until we want to rip our hair out or drop a piano on someone or claim the dingoes ate the baby. (Yeah, like that happened.) One of my numerous pet peeves is the expression “could care less.” UGH!!!!! Let me explain. If you could care less, then there is a certain level of caring present, which could conceivably dip even lower. What you mean (and yes, I’m talking to you!) to say is “I couldn’t care less.” Because if you could not care less, that’s it. You can’t get any lower. It’s rock bottom. So stop saying it or I’ll sic the dingoes on you.

However, what I’m talking about today are actual pets. You know, those little living things with fur or fins or feathers, scales, whatever. Or if you’re lucky enough to own a chimera, fur and feathers.

Before we get started, let’s make it clear- there are some bad pets out there, things that should not be pets under any circumstances. Here is a brief list:

GOOD PETS                                                  BAD PETS
Dog                                                                  Mongoose

Cat                                                                    Buffalo
Fish                                                                  Swine
Bird                                                                  Condor
Hamster                                                         Chupacabra

Here is an example of why it is a bad idea to keep a pet buffalo, taken straight from one of my favorite news sources, News of the Weird:

In Salem, Wisconsin, an 1800-pound bull that had been treated as a pet killed its owner as he tried to take it to slaughter one day after the bull trampled a farmhand to death. Said the grieving owner, “You can’t trust a buffalo.”

Indeed. Words to live by.

“But Mr. BTR,” you ask, “what kind of pet is right for me?” Thanks for the question. I love it when people leave the important questions of their life to me. It makes me feel like a big man.

The pet that’s right for you is a very subjective question. In general, if you are allergic to cats, don’t get a cat. If you sleep late and never go out, don’t get a dog. If you have friends who think its fun to dump beer into the fish tank, then by God don’t get fish.

What you should get depends on your needs. Why are you getting the pet? Want a companion? Get a dog. Want to keep a box of poop-filled sand in your house? Get a cat. Want to be annoyed by seeds tossed all over the room? Get a bird. Want a pet you can flush? A fish is right for you.

When I was a kid my brother and I had two turtles. We loved them. We’d take them out of the tanks and watch them crawl around on the floor. We’d take out our toys and pretend the trucks were racing the turtles. We loved them. We were kids. We were stupid. Turtles are bad pets. They don’t do anything. They are slow and you can’t pet them- they can’t feel it though their shells. And they live forever so you are stuck with them, unless you drop them down the sewer to fend for themselves, uh, like I heard people do. Not that I did that with my turtle.

I had a cat named Spencer when I was young. She was great and I loved her. She developed a tumor on her spine and she was put to sleep. It was very traumatic. Let’s move on.

After Spencer I had a dog named McDuff. Don’t know why we named him that, it just sounded good. We had fun with him, we walked him, we took great care of him, but ultimately we had to give him away. There were two little problems.

1-     McDuff would bark and howl when he was alone. We did whatever we could. We left the TV on, we left the radio on, we left recordings of us talking on, we played a tape in the VCR of us when we were out. Nothing worked. Of course, this wasn’t a problem for us. The barking was all when we were out. McDuff was pretty silent when we were there, but the neighbors had a little problem.

2-     We could not housebreak McDuff. We’d walk him for hours and hours, stop at every tree, every hydrant, watch him sniff everything in existence, and still the dog would crap on the rug as soon as he got upstairs. We read all the books, talked to the vets, nothing worked. This was a problem. Eventually the combination of noise and crap got to be too much and he had to go. (For the same reasons, some of my students will have to go too.)

I also used to have a fish tank. Fish are calming and nice to look at, provided you buy interesting fish. I had some very beautiful fish and they were nice in their tank, until they got the Ick. I am not making that up. Ick is a fish disease and it is short for icthyosomethingIdon’tknow. It is some kind of fungus that looks like white spots on the fish, and once it gets in your tank forget it. I lost all my fish and had to sterilize the tank and everything in it. I never knew how it got started but I was sure I ended it. Until the next group of fish caught the Ick. So the tank went out in the trash.

Pets are wonderful for so many reasons. In fact, there are so many reasons that I won’t list them here- they’re just too obvious and it would be beneath you to read them.

Just remember that having a pet is a big responsibility. If you don’t pay your phone bill it’ll get cut off, but you can still get it turned back on. If you don’t feed your pet it will die, and there is no coming back from that. (Unless your pet is a Buddhist.) And frankly, a dead pet is more trouble than a live pet. They smell. They attract flies. They have to be dumped on someone’s doorstep and then what about the money you wasted on the leash, bowl, and getting the thing spayed? Take it from me; it is a good idea to keep your pets alive.

In Search of… The India Monkey Man of New Delhi

12 Oct

October 13, 2010

This is the third in an occasional October series of reports about famous “monsters” and cryptoids. The Chupacabra Caper, er, report can be found HERE and Loch Ness Monster HERE.

New Delhi. Famous for pastrami for and salami, New Delhi, whose sauerkraut oh, sorry, That’s the New Delhi Deli on East 36th.

This New Delhi is the capital of India. It has a human population of over 179,000 and also a lot of cows. Everywhere cows! It is a city of beauty and culture, and no less an esteemed personage than Robin Quivers, (news hack and designated laugher for Howard Stern), upon stepping off the plane for a two-week vacation in India, declared “it reeks like Hell here!” and promptly turned back to the terminal and booked a plane for France. It apparently had a ton of flies too.

India! Land of beauty and culture.
India! Land of stink and flies.
We can all agree, it is a land of contradictions.

It is also the land of mass panic and general nuttiness. Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce, the India Monkey Man!

No, not that Monkey Man, this Monkey Man, from actual police sketches:

In 2001, hysteria, fear, and panic swept the city. Residents believed that a steel-clawed, pants-wearing, button-pushing, helmeted monkey was after them. Really, they did. Seemingly random, a pattern soon developed in the mysterious attacks.

We are not talking about ordinary monkeys, which seem to run rampant across the city. This news article should illustrate the attitudes of both the people and the monkeys of New Delhi.

HOSPITAL EXORCISES “GHOST” MONKEY

NEW DELHI- Doctors at an Indian hospital are breathing more easily after a monkey trapped in its air-conditioning ducts was caught, the Hindustan Times reported.

 The monkey, which was trapped for three days, threatened large-scale contamination of seven operating rooms at the All India Institute of Medical Sciences in New Delhi before it was captured on Friday.

 Some on the hospital staff feared that the strange noises coming from the air-conditioning ducts were caused by a ghost. Then surgeons saw a small face and pair of eyes peering a vent during an operation.

Far be it from me to cast aspersions, but if I come down sick in India, get me on a plane to a Western country, pronto.

At any rate, we are not talking about normal monkeys which spook surgeons in hospitals. No, we are talking about some sort of alien monkey/human hybrid with the ability to turn invisible and wear pants. Not cute little circus monkey pants, some sort of devilish Evil Monkey pants.

To begin, here are some excerpts of an actual newspaper article chronicling the first Monkey Man attacks, with my own added emphasis:

2 dead, dozens hurt as panic spreads over night horror

Dozens of people in India’s capital city of New Delhi say they have been bitten and flayed by a mysterious steel-clawed monkey-man who strikes in the dead of night.

Monkey-man mass hysteria over the past 2 weeks has claimed 2 lives: a pregnant woman who fell down a flight of stairs when neighbors shouted that the beast had struck, and a panicked man who leaped from a roof.

His final words: “The monkey has come!

Descriptions of the monkey-man vary widely. Witnesses have said he is 4 feet tall with a hairy body and metallic claws. A few have reported he wears dark goggles and a helmet.

The media has printed suggestions on how to subdue the slippery simian:

“Shining a light on it scares it away. Its night vision glasses become ineffective.”

“You could also rob it of its gymnastic powers by throwing water on its chest- the creature’s motherboard heart, concealed beneath its black coat of hair, gets short-circuited.”

The monkey-man has been reported to wear pants.

He has three buttons on his chest. One turns him invisible, one turns him into a man, and the third gives him super-strength.

He has attacked people sleeping on rooftops or near open windows, scratching their heads and hands.

Police throughout India have set up night patrols, but have so-far been unable to capture the elusive creature.

Another caller told police that the monkey-man had taken away his mobile-phone.

Bandar aayaa -The monkey-man has come!”

“The Monkey-Man has come!” And he’s stealing cell phones! (He can have mine with its lousy Verizon service.)  What would a creature with a button to turn himself, and his pants, presumably, invisible want with a cell phone? I’d expect he’d just need another button on his chest.

While most experts scoff at the notion of a pantsed primate phantasm and chalk it up to mass hysteria, there is another possible explanation.

A Phil Tucker connection?

In 1953, Phil Tucker filmed the 3D epic Robot Monster. Of course, I mean “epic” in the sense that “as much as he tried, Phil Tucker could only stretch the budget so far.” The budget was so small that the monster was a guy in an ape suit with a diving helmet on his head. And the monster’s controller? Same guy on a TV screen.

So what was that film about anyway?

The evil alien “Ro-Man” (RObot-MAN, get it?) has destroyed all but eight humans on Earth with his “Calcinator death ray”. Survivors include a family of five, a scientist, and two unseen assistants in a spacecraft bound for an orbiting space platform carrying a garrison of human soldiers.  So although we only see six people onscreen, trust me, there are hundreds and hundreds more just off screen. Face it, you have a lot of  disbelief to suspend.

All eight have developed an immunity to the death ray as a side effect of an antibiotic serum developed by the scientist. Also assume that the hundreds and hundreds of off screen soldiers are also immune.

Ro-Man must destroy these survivors before his invasion of Earth is complete. He is waylaid in his mission after developing an attraction towards Alice, the eldest daughter of the family. What else did you expect?  He refuses to eliminate her, forcing the leader of the aliens to personally finish the task. Ignore the fact, please, the leader is the same guy in the same gorilla suit/diving helmet mix. Finally the young boy apparently wakes up, revealing the entire film was presumably a dream. Man, I wish someone had beat Phil Tucker over the head with a baseball bat for that.

As you can see from the chart below, the Robot Monster and the Monkey Man of Delhi share a startlingly close appearance.

Furthermore, Phil Tucker Jr. announced plans in 2001 to remake his father’s masterpiece. Filming began in….. wait for it….. you guessed it…. New Delhi!

Coincidence? Hmmmm.

Did residents confuse a cheap movie monster in a flea-bitten ape suit for a mysterious Monkey Man?

Probably yes.

AND THEY DID IT AGAIN!!!
WILL THEY NEVER LEARN???

Now ‘Bearman’ Hysteria Sweeps Northeast India

Nalbari, India – With New Delhi still cowering in terror at reports of a marauding “monkeyman”, a new menace has struck terror among villagers in India‘s remote northeast – the “bearman”.

“We first heard a loud bang at night. Then we saw something black and furry resembling a bear, and before the beast could attack, we switched on the lights and the creature disappeared,” Ramani Nath, a school teacher in Tihu village, said.

Panic-stricken villagers have formed vigilante groups, armed with bows and arrows and machetes, to capture the “bearman”, who reportedly has metallic claws similar to those of the monkeyman.  

I wonder if the Chicago Bears were in town?

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