Whales have learned to outsmart fishing fleets. [link]
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ANCHORAGE, Alaska - Years ago, the sound of a boat sometimes spelled death for the heavily hunted sperm whale. Now, some of them have figured out, it means dinner.
Scientists recently figured out that sperm whales in the Gulf of Alaska zero in on boat engines to locate miles of fishing lines hung with valuable sablefish.
I got nothing, Allyson, sorry. Spring is coming? I might actually get a job after I graduate? And probably NOT as a pimp.
I think picturing Jesse in a pink marabou-trimmed ten-gallon hat as part of her new pimptress outfit is happy-making.
I have yet more headaches (maybe I should stop frequenting b.org since headaches might be some sort of contact infection from this joint...) and it's making it even harder to get to work on the dreaded resume writing. So maybe it's happy-making that you don't have to write a resume? Maybe?
I got nothing.
I don't WANT to be a pimp! It's so hard!
Pimpin' ain't easy, Jesse.
See, I always knew it ain't easy, but it wasn't until last night that I realized just how hard it is for a pimp.
Poor pimps. We should start a Save the Pimps Foundation.
"Help us preserve these magnificent creatures in their natural habitat, their gorgeous plumage the only brightness in these drab concrete jungles! Your contribution of less than a hit of smack a day can buy a shiny new ho for a starving pimp! Be a part of the solution - donate today!"
Today's happy news - I am starting to taste more of my food. Stoopid cold
Glad it's getting a bit better, beth.