By now you have figured out that the biggest thing to happen to me in a decade (that was pure fun) was our recent trip to Texas.
What you do not know is the dark and seedy underbelly of Texas, at least their part in what I suspect to be a global conspiracy.
My kids were very excited at Sea World – they were getting to see Shamu. The first two pics are Shamu at Sea World, in Texas.
This next pic is Shamu in Los Angeles.
These are all three different than I remember as a kid in Los Angeles.
I suspect that this “Shamu”… is not the same whale in any of the appearances. If “Shamu” is even his real name.
Yes. It is THAT DARK.
Hey, speaking of attention whores, have a look at Lady Gaga.
Lady Gaga. The most miserable excuse for a human being since Marilyn Manson.
Now look at two non-attention-whores who were having a lot of fun with a boa. Lemurita and HackerBoy love snakes.
This still doesn’t fix the problem with the damn killer whale and the issue of the geckos in Texas having a drawl and not a cockney brit accent, which I’ve come to expect if I’m going to save 15% or more in 15minutes or less when buying my car insurance over the phone.
More later. It is 2:30am.
Lemur King's Folly 
Shhhhhh….they’re undercover! They started out as ordinary grey whales, but were recruited by the CIA while in college. Trained in the covert arts of espionage, sabotage, and backflips, they were quietly reintroduced to the world as some of the most efficient assassins known to sardines…yes…they are now killer whales. Their handler is a short little scrawny chap from somewhere in the British Isles (insurance salesman is his cover…brilliant, actually), of whom they suspect something may have happened since he no longer has his accent.
Oh, and for the record, snakes are cool.
Super cool. Youngest (Aggie’s kidlet) brought in a snake from behind when I wasn’t looking and scared me enough to poo, but otherwise I love snakes. Well, as long as the poisonous ones stay a decent distance I do.
Have you seen the assassin dolphins?
Last time we were at SeaWorld, we got to the dolphin-petting side of the park about 5 minutes after they closed it to the public. They had ropes up to keep the public away, but we found a spot where the ropes were right up next to the tank so that the kiddo could at least see them. They came up and started poking their heads up out of the water and chittering at us (probably wondering why we weren’t throwing them herrings), kiddo loved it! That was the “vacation” that Serenity and I decided to never tell our plans to family in advance…my family tends to write themselves into our plans, take over them, and thoroughly ruin them (kiddo didn’t get to pet a single critter that trip).
There were two or three dolphins that lived in the Australian naval base harbor at Garden Island (Freemantle-Perth area). Cute little guys, until you’re standing on the pier in 40F weather with the rain coming in sideways, freezing your giblets off because your home-port is Hawaii and you don’t even own a jacket anymore, and these three bass-turds pop up, laugh, and dive down again, happy and content in their blubbery turdness.
On a related note, the Starkist tuna company does not solicit tips on where tasty dolphins can be harvested. Apparently they have their own dolphin-collecting grounds. Something about “the government of Australia” and “permits” and all that.
Way cool snake pix. And yeah, there are dark things afoot with that Shamu thing.
I just had a person before you confirm my suspicions and you have nailed it down.
The damn whale is a fake.
What a disappointing shock this all was for me.
Oh, yeah… Hi Nicole!
Um, just FYI, we have Ball Pythons, not Boas 😉
And the sea pandas were still cool 😀
But I got it right that they are/were snakes, right? So why are you judging me, Sith? I mean, like, Gawd…
It was ALL cool.
You got the snake part right, so you have that going for you.
Besides, the boas he was referring to are usually made of feathers.
And in his defense, the kids *were* wearing the snakes like boas.
Uh… Yeah, that is totally what I intended. Yeah.