Blue Dreams

"I've been alive since time began
Not beast, not god, and yet not man
I am the music and the dance
I am the piper who enchants
So loose all ties to mortal kind
My pipes shall play within thy mind
I shall be thy lover"

"Creature of the Wood"

30 November 2006

[30 Nov 2006 Thursday]

"Orca attack"? Bullshit.
Current mood: angry

So I saw an article that instantly piqued my interest today on Yahoo, about an orca who "attacked" her trainer last night at the Sea World in San Diego. According to the story, when they went to the bottom of the tank so she could launch out of the water, allowing her trainer to dive off her nose, Kasatka, the orca, grabbed onto his foot with her mouth and held the man under the water for less than a minute. After they surfaced, he tried to calm her, and she did the same thing, once again letting him back up after less than a minute underwater.

What gets me is how in the news clips and the story, they described this "attack" as some kind of horrible, vicious strike against Kasatka's trainer. The trainer went away from the "attack" with a broken foot and a ripped wetsuit. This is like the time a trainer was in the water with an orca at Sea World a few years ago--if you've watched Real TV, I'm sure you saw the clip of a woman in a bikini, getting dragged around THE SURFACE of the orca tank, screaming, of course, because her leg was in the orca's mouth, but she went away from this "attack" with no more than a few small cuts in her flesh. What people fail to realize whenever this happens is that if the orca *really* wanted to attack their trainer, we'd be seeing something like this or this. If an orca *really* wanted to attack their trainer and cause them harm, the human who they decided to attack would not be leaving the tank. "Attacking", for these creatures, whether they were born in captivity or not, is not "I'll bite this human's leg gently and drag him down for a little while." "Attacking" is not "I'll bite his girl's leg gently and swim around with her on the surface of the water, 'cause I know humans can't breathe underwater." "Attacking" is "hunting". "Attacking" is building up speed and charging at a seal colony on the beach. "Attacking" is getting a group of four to five orcas together to wash a seal off an ice floe. "Attacking" is when one orca slams their fluke into a ringed school of herring to stun them so the others can eat. And make no mistake--these animals are *smart*. Orcas, while we call them whales, are truly the largest breed of dolphin in the ocean, and we all know how smart dolphins are. When I say "I know humans can't breathe underwater" from the orca's point of view, I'm not pulling that out of my nether-reigions. They *know*. What these animals are doing to their trainers is playing. If they wanted to cause harm to their trainers, they'd be causing harm, not releasing their human when they were through with their fun.

I get so sick of seeing this stuff--news stories from supposedly informed individiuals, describing such scenes as "attacks". It may seem like an attack, as the animal is about two and a half times the size of an average man and weighs several tons, but think about it this way--if a man two and a half times your size (so, round about 15-20 feet in height), weighing over 5,000 pounds, gave you a playful slug on the arm or a pat on the back, would it not hurt you more than anything else? You'd probably end up bruised, and possibly with a fracture or broken bones, but you would know that said man had not intended to harm you in such a way--he was just playing, after all. He'd find some way to apologize to you, and would avoid doing it as much as he could again--at least, until the next time he just wanted to pal around with you and forgot his own strength. Aside from this theoretical being being human, how is this situation any different from these "attacks" made on the orca trainers?

I'm just sick of seeing these videos and situations get presented as "attacks". If the orca really wanted to attack and cause harm to those humans, then the trainer last night would not have suffered a mere broken foot, and the girl years ago would have lost her leg, and possibly broken her neck. These humans are getting in the water with PREDATORS that are MUCH larger, and possibly MUCH more intelligent than they are. The trainers understand the risks they are taking. I only wish that the rest of the world could realize that as well.

~Chii-chan, the Orca-Lover

29 November 2006

[29 Nov 2006 Wednesday]

Strange.....
Current mood: *sigh*

So... I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now, or how to describe it, really.

I graduate on Friday from Options for Youth. I suppose I should be really excited about it or something, but for some reason--perhaps because I know I won't be completely done with my schoolwork by Friday--I'm simply not excited about it. Maybe it's because I know that I have work at 7:45 in the morning on Saturday, when we normally open at 10, and I know that I'll have to deal with 1,500 people--more or less maximum capacity for Scandia--at such an ungodly hour, therefore, I will have to leave the celebratory "Yay you graduated!" shindig that Jaymes is throwing me early. I also seem to have upset some of my faire friends slightly by neglecting to inform everyone all over the place of my six-month-late accomplishment. This makes me feel badly, but at the same time, if anything, it makes me feel even more apathetic about my graduation. Perhaps I'll drink myself into a stupor at the party and have Brad drive me home. Well, maybe not a stupor, but at least get drunk.

The wind today was horrible, and it's supposed to continue through tomorrow, from what I heard. My poor car and I were getting buffeted all over the 15 and the streets closest to it--however, in Upland, there was only a very slight breeze. Said horrible wind had the automatic doors at the Ontario Mills shut down, chilled me and Brad to the bone, and pretty much stopped our movement at one point when we were trying to walk back to his car. It was fun in a way, and kinda scary, especially since I could feel my jeans getting plastered to my legs.

I was hoping that this week was a pay week. It wasn't. I probably forgot to pick up my paycheck last week, which is why I was hoping for a pay week this week. Oh well. If that's the case, then I'll have two checks to cash next week, which will make me feel just slightly richer.

I ran a red light in the beginning of October, and was caught by one of those intersection cameras. We *finally* got the ticket a week or so ago. It will ultimately amount in around $400. Great. Not like I wanted to buy my car off my parents with some of that money, nor is it at all possible that I wanted to get winter holiday gifts for my friends. Now I get to either not get gifts for everyone, or I get to get everyone cheap gifts. *sigh* Doesn't help that I hate Christmas.

Mykal moved earlier this week. I'd be happy for him and all, but I'd half-hoped he'd tell me when he was leaving. I wanted to say goodbye and wish him well before he left. I know, maybe that's too much to expect from Mykal, but as he's my 'brother' and all, I had thought that maybe he'd have thought of me.

On the plus side, there is my graduation to look forward to, my self-proclaimed break from education afterwards, Yule with Brad, possibly going to the Crier pajama party with him as well, and the chance that I'll actually have some kind of party or fun on New Year's Eve for the first time in my life.

However, the leftover chocolate mousse that Mom made for Thanksgiving is sitting like a rock in my stomach.

Can I just blame the birth control pills, and chalk all this up to mood swings caused by them?