There's a strange herd of elephant seals up in here. Some of the usual ones are getting pretty territorial. I've seen one confrontation end with the victim acutally losing her life. I thought she'd give up after her opponent's tooth ripped through her polyester suitjacket, but no, she kept coming on. I've seen the victor in action, I call her RS#553 (RS for 'research subject') and she's vicious. The newcomer didn't really stand a chance. Especially when 553 (coincidentally, that's also her weight, in kilograms) got up on her desk and performed what could only be described as a top-rope elbow drop like you see in pro wrestling. Well, under the combined weight of 553 and her own massive girth, the newcomer lost her life. She's over there in the corner and I suppose she'll be washed out to sea once the tide comes in. The floor remains very quiet after this territorial dispute and the visiting herd of seals is now on eggshells. P>R
later that day....
Whoa, this place just when eerie calm. The potluck is in effect and man, the floor is dead. I like it like this... The beach is dead quiet. Gone are the usual barkings of the elephant seals. The parasite eating birds have also removed themselves from the shore. It's a wasteland, beautiful in its desolation. Stark and blubber-free. Is this the same place? Perceptions perceptions perceptions.
I heard one of the ESs talking about, 'oh, you missed a great potluck.' I almost stood up in my chair and screamed. I coulda flipped. Now, I was easily the most uncomfortable person there, but NO ONE looked like they were having a good time, yo. Frontin'! People be FRONTIN'! Elephant seals tell LIES!
