Googly Eye Pictures

“Hey, what did the tree stump say to the other tree stump?”

“He said, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!  HAHAHA!!!  Isn’t that funny!?”

“Huh?  You don’t get the joke?  Well, I think it’s pretty – I’M GOING TO KILL YOU – easy to understand.  Hey, where you off to in such a hurry?”

Here we see a mother Googly Grizzly with her offspring.  The cubs can see but will not develop their full googly eyes until they are at least six months old.

Googlihance!

“Honey, Look!  It’s an armadillo sitting right outside our doorstop!  Should we let it in and give it some food?  It’s going to be a cold night and it looks hungry.”

“It’s a skittish little fellow!  Come on inside, little buddy!  We’ve got some nice.. umm… what do armadillos eat?”

“HEY MISTER!”

“One time my sister had the flu, and the doctor said the flu got into her foot so they had to take her foot off, but the foot wasn’t a normal foot anymore so it began talking to everyone about Star Trek all the time and it liked listening to Michael Jackson, but it didn’t like the Jackson Five which I think is weird because he’s the lead singer but he was just a little boy like I am now.  You know I always wanted to be a music singer like Michael Jackson, I mean not like when he was old and weird but when he was young.  I wish my sister’s foot liked the young Michael better because maybe then he could coach me and be my manager and we’d make a million dollars.”

“Okay, bye, mister!”

Anthropologists are all atwitter over the latest discovery of yet another undiscovered wood-age tribe: The Floater Tribe

The Floaters live high in the tree canopies harvesting food and spending a great deal of time socializing and engaging in tribal dances.

There is a very strict hierarchical social order that they all obey.  There are important social niceties and rituals for superiors and inferiors that incur great penalties if they are no followed.

This fellow is giving the traditional full stare given to a superior.  He was obviously impressed by our cameras and equipment and believed himself to be below our stature.

This higher classed individual is wearing the regal green of a leader.  His stance seems to be ambiguous towards us.  Almost giving us the submissive full-stare and yet giving the detached, quarter turn glance that a superior gives to one lesser than his or her place in their society.

You may say that such a rigid social structure is a bad thing, but who are we to judge how other civilizations decide how to run their own lives?  Now that the rest of humanity has made contact with this lost tribe it is only a matter of time until they change to match the rest of the world.  Until then, we in the anthropology community will study and learn all we can from them before they are assimilated into modern western culture.

“My name is Ducky.  I know it may sound crazy, but I live inside of your mind.”

“There’s a girl in the catacombs hidden in the basement.  She’s homeless and has been secretly living there for some time…”

“Find her and help her get started in life again.  This will be a turning point in both of your lives.”

“WHAT?!  No, doctor, I haven’t been bothering the visitors.  I’ll take my medicine.  I’m making progress and I’m going to all of my meetings.  Please don’t take my time outside away again!”