Sunday, August 8, 2010

David Attenborough.

Lost my manager thread..I need to hang more with the suits, like anthropologically..

The boring crested grebe wears it's plumage with pride. It's gibbering cries make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but only the beta males understand what its calls mean, or at least they pretend to.

(Cut to long slow sweeping shot of bony carcasses half dug into mudflats)

Out here it's survival of the fittest. However, the fittest of this genus is not necessarily strong, nor clever.. It's a different meaning of the word "fittest" and not as we know it Jim.

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