The Miracle of Flight

Come fly with me, let’s float down to Peru
In llama land there’s a one-man band
And he’ll toot his flute for you
Come on fly with me, let’s take off in the blue

(With eternal thanks to Frank Sinatra)

See,the thing is, the world is a pretty weird place on its own, and you can see this within moments when you stop to take a look at things.  WTFery doesn’t necessarily have to arise because something has been manipulated (painted, taxidermied, whatever).  Sometimes, it just happens.  Organically.  Even better, occasionally someone is there with a camera and manages to snap a picture more expressive than any words.  And we, the lucky ones, can take some time to sit back and contemplate nature’s boundless wonder.

Like this, for example.

A flying squirrel, trying out for the Martha Graham Dance Company.

A flying squirrel, trying out for the Martha Graham Dance Company.

That is a photograph, people, of the noble flying squirrel.  Not an artist’s misrepresentation.  Not an arranged taxidermy.  A photograph.  Yeah.  Crazy-ass animal kingdom.

Imagine seeing this hurtling toward your head in the woods at night.  I’m willing to bet the camera was in the right position because the photographer was swinging it by its strap in self-defense.  It goes off, everyone’s happy.  Because seriously.  WTF?

So to make us all feel better, here’s a little Frank Sinatra, Come Fly With Me, live.  Before the travesty of auto-tune.

And: today’s completely jacked suggested tag from WordPress: Mil Mi-8.  Which is apparently a troop transport helicopter-slash-gunship.  Why do you suggest these things to me, WordPress?  I don’t see a single rotor making that squirrel float.  But now I’ve mentioned it so I can tag it, all because you suggested it, WordPress.  I hope you’re pleased with yourself.

Happy WTFing!  Don’t forget your camera.

~XOT

Photo from wilderness.org

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Baby Swing: The Other White Meat

I can’t even comprehend the years…and years…of therapy this poor kid’s gonna need.

Holy hog swing!

Holy hog swing!

Yes, I put a fake mask on the baby because I couldn’t bear seeing that little face staring at me out of the middle of a hog carcass.  For the original, go here.  Remember, kids: when nothing else will do, make a fresh carcass work for you.