Baby Shark Doot Doot Baby Shark

[itsallovernow]

So anyone who's been hanging out here for any length of time knows of my love for the baby White Shark hosted by the Monterey Bay Aquarium a few years ago. She was on display for several months, and thrived, and eventually was released successfully back into the wild after she started eating the other sharks. (Apparently, top of the food chain is top of the food chain no matter when or where).

And now, they've got a brand new baby, a boy this time, swimming in the outer bay. Go here to meet him and watch him swim, eat and terrify the other fish, may of whom are twice his size.

While I have a paralyzing fear of sharks in the ocean, I'm also fascinated and compelled by them. I chalk this up to my determination at a young age to learn as much as possible about the things that scared me (at that time those things covered the S's: Snakes, Sharks and Sex. My research was vast and informative, and eventually evolved into a hands on approach. Certain subjects involving far more hands on than others).

raithen gave me "B for Ten Things I Love Starting With..."

They are as follows:

1. Baths. I could sit in the bath for hours and hours until I turned into a stew. Hot water, music and a book is pretty much all I need out of life 8 or 9 (weather dependent) months out of the year.

2. Books. All books. Some I like to own, some I like to read, some I just like to hold in my hands, all revved up on anticipation.

3. Brains. It's been said before, "Smart is sexy." This is never more true than now. Plus, brains = zombies, right? And who doesn't love zombies. Although since Zombies are the new black, we're all gonna have to find another mindless set of flesh eating anti-heroes to adore.

4. Bombay. Not the place, the state of mind. No, not even that. A Bombay Sapphire Martini with a twist is truly a happy making thing for me.

5. Babies. Not all babies, not even babies in theory. But the one's in my life, the one's beloved of my friends and family. They are rockin' babies and are going to grow into crazy, complex little thinking machines and I just can't wait.

6. Bellydance. Sometimes, in the flurry of teaching and rehearsing and attending shows, I forget that I actually love the art form. There are huge portions of the "fandom" that make me uncomfortable, but watching a really great dancer captivate the audience, tell a story with her body? Very little beats this.

7. Bruce. The Great White Shark from Jaws, because without his malfunctions, Spielberg wouldn't have learned (if he's since forgotten) that less is more and sometimes what you can't see is way fucking scarier than what you can.

8. Boys. And what I mean by that is the part of men who still retain enthusiasm and silliness and snark and playfulness and lust and need and dumb humor and intense sweetness and utterly frustrating habits and the unwillingness to read minds and the absolute willingness to tell you when you're being ridiculous.

9. Booty. In all senses of the word. Pirate loot (god I love junk). Junk in the trunk (I'm way too white to say that in all seriousness, but there's something really lovely about the curve of an ass, male or female.) The way my godchild says the word on the phone and then laughs like a hyena as I giggle and giggle.

10. Burrata or buffalo mozzarella. Mmmmm, cheesy goodness.

Comments

[scrubschick.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the link. I find sharks fascinating to watch but not to swim with and since I love the ocean in all her forms and phases and being on it or in it, I am forever telling myself "Humans are not the natural prey of sharks." But still, when the water's murky, my anxiety level rises. ScrubsHub was horrified a couple of years ago when he took the boys deep sea fishing and the place where they stopped to go shark fishing was about a mile off shore, the closest approach of the trip. Eep!

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Yup!! They are crafty, those sharks. But not fond of human as food, still. Once they bite, it kind of doesn't matter.