Tuesday, October 14, 2014

penguin

Penguin with a pie.

This is a card for my brother. It almost turned out to be a multiple page card, still could be, the original idea was for penguin battles for supremacy in the Southern Hemisphere, battles with other species, ridiculous anthropomorphisms such as lines of penguins holding pies with their flappers, a penguin bakery, pies with fish in them, but when it got down to it there was enthusiasm for only one page.

I felt bad.

Felt bad for copping out like that. Then James said his wife flipped out. He said the first thing she focused on were the babies, she goes, "Look, he puts two baby birds that means we're going to have another baby." And they did. Like enacting a self-fulfilling prophecy or something, taking this as an omen, a confirming sign. What can you say when your wife says that?





The babies pop up and the pie comes down. There are steps up the tree for the penguin to climb, but penguins do not live in trees. It's stupid. 

It's as stupid as as the previous penguin card that took over the polar bear's area because they live in different hemispheres. 

3 comments:

Chip Ahoy said...

The photos of the previous penguin card disappeared from this here site just as my hieroglyphics disappeared from my other site.

They were hosted on a private site that expired.

But backed up elsewhere.

Eric the Fruit Bat said...

It was just yesterday (or maybe the day before) that the evolutionary psychology guy was talking about competition strategies. Parent vs. offspring. Sibling vs. sibling.

There's some species of bird that lays two eggs. The first baby to hatch then kills the second.

Stuff like that.

Kind of a bummer.

Eric the Fruit Bat said...

I mean, we have nesting boxes. If bluebirds, for example, have five eggs, that means five babies to feed. You can take a seat on the patio and watch the mom and dad fly back and forth with food. These electric green worm or caterpillar things seem to be the go-to staple.

Anyway, you can't help but imagine that there's a baby bird at the bottom of the box getting stomped on by the other baby birds clambering on top, desperate for the one bug that comes in once in every four minutes or so.

How does the mom bird or dad bird decide who gets the bug?

So . . . I'm all in favor of pie.

Abbondanza.