College of Awesome – Velociraptors ain’t got shit on Pingu
I’ll be honest right from the outset: dinosaurs gave me the world’s biggest pre-teen boner. When I was a kid I was subscribed to magazine on dinosaurs, had dinosaur posters in my room, collected glow in the dark dinosaur skeleton models – the works.
And when Jurassic Park came out in 1993 I literally wet my pants in anticipation. The folks said I couldn’t see it at the cinema because they thought the scary monsters on the big screen would damage my fragile psyche (but regularly having me hunt down and strangle wild rabbits with my bare hands while I was 7 was somehow okay – good one Dad), so I had to wait for the VHS rental release before I could watch my favourite animals systematically hunting down those pitiful humans.
And within minutes of finally popping the tape in I knew I had witnessed the greatest movie intro in cinema history…
after Jurassic Park was cool
I settled in for the night with coffee, icecream and icemagic and flashed-back to my childhood the moment that black guy starts lifting the gate and winds up as raptor shit. But in the back of my mind I knew something wasn’t right. It was still Jurassic Park – it hadn’t changed one bit (except when they raped the francise by going back for number 3, and soon number 4). But seeing the Velociraptors again I couldn’t get this total sense of dread out of my chest that had never been there before.
I’d never been scared of the raptors as a kid, but looking into their eyes now scared the shit out of me. And then I worked out what it was – I’d seen those eyes just days before, staring out unblinkingly from the one animal I now truly do hate and fear.
Melbourne Aquarium recently opened their new penguin exhibit, and I was lucky enough to see these beady-eyed little bastards before the general public smeared their themselves all over the glass to the exhibit. No one else there seemed to see their tiny black un-blinking eyes staring out through the glass, or their goose-stepping around in formation like some kind of tiny penguin Schutzstaffel….. oh no, it was all “Ohhh, arn’t they adorable!” and “Look at their little feathers, they all look like they’re wearing tiny suits!”
I fucking hate penguins – they’re creepy, covert little footballs of terror, waiting to strike when we ignorant humans least expect it. They run a damn good PR campaign too, with a variety of different movies, documentaries and TV spots showing how “adorable” and non-threatening they are.
saved you, down like the dogs you all are
So congratulations penguins, you managed to fuck up a cherished childhood memory and make an enemy for life. Atleast the ones in the aquarium exhibit will be fairly easy to get rid of – flame throwers were designed for clearing out tightly enclosed places. In the meantime I’ll go back to looking for more pictures like this -



