It’s too hot to blog today. Somewhere around 40 of your South African Celciusses.
I can’t even think, let alone document any of those thoughts which I’m not having.
Thanksfully, once again, someone else is doing it for me. Today, it’s WTF, Evolution?,
Honoring natural selection’s most baffling creations.
Go home, evolution, you are drunk.
And the wonderful commentary that goes with it:
“I feel awful. I think I partied a little too hard last night. I have got to stop doing that.”
“Well, yeah, you’re not exactly 21 million years old anymore. Here, have an aspirin.”
“Thanks. I just wish I remembered what I — oh. Oh no.”
“I think I may have made some animals last night.”
“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t.”
“Then why do I have ‘variable neon slug’ written on my hand? Oh god, what does that even mean?”
That, as you will no doubt be well aware, is a wonderful example of Nembrotha kubaryana.
I think it’s rather pretty. Well done, drunk Evolution.