A lot of the time the Manimal and I don't see eye to eye. For example, I like watching Antiques Roadshow and crying when someone finds an ancient Navajo blanket worth beaucoups bucks while the Manimal enjoys shows about zombies that (from what I can tell) are just hours of people screaming and grunting. Anyways, all this is to say that there's really only one thing that we both agree upon wholeheartedly and without reservation: our hatred of Bed and Breakfasts. Things you will never hear us saying: Let's jet up the coast and stay at some quaint B&B this weekend. I so enjoyed talking to that elderly failed actress about her concept rooms while waiting for her to cook me some subpar breakfast food. I love Bed and Breakfasts! Why on earth would you stay in a B&B when there are a plethora of hotels around? Hotels rule! Here are some things you can do in an anonymous hotel room and not in a Bed and Breakfast: Kill a man Smoke crack with a ex-girlfriend turned...
Tonight I was at a dinner party where the conversation turned to "sea mammals" and their value. As usual, my opinion was not on par with the masses (except for my ideological twin and downstairs neighbor, MC Darnell who, incidentally, also is the only other person who hates horses as much as me). * He believes they are the two animals that humans have an excessively unhealthy relationship with and made this excellent collage to illustrate our point. I outlined my disgust with the Stubenville rape bros of the sea (dolphins), as well as our society's unholy obsession with seals (sure, baby seals have soft eyes but be sure they would hold any one of us captive in an underwater torture chamber if they had their druthers) but I don't think I really made much headway. This conversation reminded me that I had been hoarding the following series of terrifying sea beasts in my blog drafts section for far too long. What is up with Mother Nature? I mean, really?...