agentblack

I don't often make a fuss about stuff, because I'm fairly easy going.
I'm essentialy - despite the toxically macho exterior - an gentle and relaxed sort, who likes happy things, like rhubarb crumble and my mum's thick custard, Staring at clouds, and whales.



Look at them.



Awesome.

I like whales a lot. They're fairly mysterious animals. They travel all over the world to eat and breed. They're the worlds largest mammals, but they eat creatures that are microscopic.

There is a lot we don't know about them. They're not like dolphins, who are fairly easy to stick in a pool and study close up and conduct all sorts of tests on, so we have no real idea of how intelligent they are, or how they conduct and regulate relationships within and between their family groups.

Vitally though, we don't know how many there are.

So this sort of fucks me off.

(Can someone let me know if I'm being really really insensitive and Japan, Iceland and Norway are actually suffering from really bad biblical level famines? The kind that can only be solved by eating whales.)