On Animals and Escorts

I’ve been meaning to blog for some time, but the opportunity to do so continuously eludes me. It started off with my Mac’s music folder getting locked up and my printer refusing to work properly. Nothing builds up frustration quicker then a stubborn Mac (when a Mac doesn’t work like it should, its even more frustrating then a PC, with those machines, you get the feeling like you have more ways with which to solve a technical problem; but everyone’s telling me its just a matter of building up a rapport with my Apple.) I got drunk to calm myself down, and while I was at it, Richard asked me if I wanted a reformat, and I told him why not.

Of course I have a half written essay about the 19th Century French epistemological novel that took me a free afternoon, and I come home the next day realizing that its all gone. Along with my animations. Quite a bit of a horror trip, but I can re-did them anyway, and now I’m quite exhausted.

I’m quite getting to the projects at school actually, and the course is starting to look more and more interesting. We went to the zoo yesterday to draw the animals, and my Tigers are actually quite good, despite the fact that they don’t stop moving.

It was weird actually going back to the zoo, after not being in there for years. I’m bigger now, and the entire place feels a great deal smaller then it used to be, and its a lot more chic too. The Singapore zoo really is a strange amalgamation of the natural and the artificial; nay, it’s nature within the moulds of the artificial. The funny thing is, despite it feeling contrived, the sensation I get out of being so close to so many creatures that, despite being subjected to human whimsies, still retain the core of their individualities- the sensation is amazing.

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It isn’t something you experience everyday, especially for someone that has never been keen on looking after pets of any sort. I’ve taken care of puppies and kittens of course (all girls must do at some point in their lives) but that’s very different from looking on at a Tiger and Tigress nuzzle each other, or Baboons wrestling in the sand, or Flamingos dancing. I was completely awed by how different species had vastly different temperaments and how their societies functioned completely unlike one another. The different levels of self-awareness they had, and the way they chose to amuse themselves, it was all completely different.

The world felt different there, the entire structure of the zoo might be contrived, but the animals, despite being subdued by captivity, were not. And I realized that people that exist within a world that is rarely connected with Nature, in a city that is only tuned to human life and our capitalistic, political desires, cannot really know God, and can have no right whatsoever to criticize the paganism of the people that live within nature. It is a completely different plane, an entirely different dimension and unless you’re in it, you’ll never be able to see that what they believe in has as much credit as what we do. And the truth is, Monotheism has only become more popular the farther we move away from nature. When our only interaction with the society outside ours is through the critical, academic/scientific eye of Discovery Channel, or National Geographic with its fantastic photographs that attempt to give us a sense that we are not altogether out of touch with our roots (whilst attempting to sell Shell to us as a Green company); we simply can’t attempt to understand those cultures without understanding life without the Television, without the Frozen food, with animals that cannot be controlled. So on.

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Richard invited me to dinner at some fancy pants place, an old friend down on a stop-over suggested meeting up, and he asked R to ask me if I could find him a date (as in the * ahem * whole package; he gave me an unreasonable figure, and I told him that he must be completely crazy. High class escorting doesn’t work unless you can really dole out the dough, and I really don’t know any hookers, only girls interested in seriously improving their lot in life, already from relatively wealthy families). The date bit I could have managed though, but the girl I suggested, he didn’t quite fancy and was vaguely scathing about it. Which I thought wasn’t very nice; she would after all, have to put up with two hours of our company and it wouldn’t make any sense for her to turn up at a restaurant she didn’t necessarily want to go to, sit though a couple of hours of bullshit, and have to pick up her own tab. I’d rather skip the whole affair and share a bottle of wine with Richard and her on the couch while watching vaguely pornographic Spanish films.

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Anyway, I'd like to present Chef Fat Bastard and his chain of super bad-ass fast food restaurants.


And Druggy Drina, who's opened a little place in her basement selling Shrooms in snack packs and slender lines of pure coke, among other lovingly home-made cocotions.


The characters images are original anc copyright miss.izzyc

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