I know it seems silly, but I've discovered why I don't like to have a tan. It brings out of the battlescars from childhood. It's like a really bad roadmap. As I look at my arms, I realize I was (well kinda still am) a reckless child and all the scars from scratched mosquito bites litter my arm like polka dots. Judging from all the dots, I must be filet mignon to skeeters. Those bastards. I'm no ones blood doll. My legs are covered so I don't dare to lament about what I've done to those, especially as I scratch at a recent flea bite through the fabric.
I'm thinking now of all those times we sit outside at night with flesh exposed and we are all proned to slap, rub and scratch playing the nasty game with those nasty little bloodfeasting suckers.
I went to a midsummers festival once in Estonia out in the country with the most impressive balefire I have ever seen. Thanks to the lack of a government permit control. Much alcohol was consumed singing in foreign languages about national pride, I think. Of course part of the charm of being out in the country is enjoying nature and massive amounts alcohol to boot. This leads to leaning on trees trying not to pee on pants or shoes in the woods. If anyone is familiar, my best friend accidentally wiped herself dry with stinging nettle. It was the morning after that this long story is coming to it's point. I had huge welts all over my body from mosquito bites. Willy, our host for the night was kind to pour his really expensive russian cologne on my bites so the alcohol would kill my reaction to the bites.
Here and only here could Ron Burgundy be of use for a audial and visual aide. Remember the cologne Black Panther made from real panthers and everyone's reaction? Yup, that was me. The stinky smelly person. My friends made me ride back to the city sitting half way out the car. No, the police didn't care and simply enjoyed a good laugh as I scratched myself all the way back and my friend kept grabbing her crotch and moaning wondering what the hell she did wrong.
I'm thinking now of all those times we sit outside at night with flesh exposed and we are all proned to slap, rub and scratch playing the nasty game with those nasty little bloodfeasting suckers.
I went to a midsummers festival once in Estonia out in the country with the most impressive balefire I have ever seen. Thanks to the lack of a government permit control. Much alcohol was consumed singing in foreign languages about national pride, I think. Of course part of the charm of being out in the country is enjoying nature and massive amounts alcohol to boot. This leads to leaning on trees trying not to pee on pants or shoes in the woods. If anyone is familiar, my best friend accidentally wiped herself dry with stinging nettle. It was the morning after that this long story is coming to it's point. I had huge welts all over my body from mosquito bites. Willy, our host for the night was kind to pour his really expensive russian cologne on my bites so the alcohol would kill my reaction to the bites.
Here and only here could Ron Burgundy be of use for a audial and visual aide. Remember the cologne Black Panther made from real panthers and everyone's reaction? Yup, that was me. The stinky smelly person. My friends made me ride back to the city sitting half way out the car. No, the police didn't care and simply enjoyed a good laugh as I scratched myself all the way back and my friend kept grabbing her crotch and moaning wondering what the hell she did wrong.
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Regardless, on the issue in general, I think then that it's a question of what regulations are appropriate, i.e., what is socially responsible. For example, I see no problem with skeet shooting or anything.
What you say about the destroying is really interesting. Herzog doesn't mention that! I only took from the film that the one bear in particular was shot. Obviously that matters, too. But noone really made the literal point you make about killing the bears because of the taste. That makes sense and is very problematic for Treadwell. It actually makes him an archetypal tragic figure now.
Anyway, wait, have you actually seen Grizzly Man yet? This has already been an interesting discussion! If you haven't even seen it yet, I'm optimistic about carrying it further.