Via Rightwingstuff
Yes, it’s real. And the Bristol Zoo will let you adopt it too, if you like. Because, let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to wake in the morning to find this little cutie sitting on your chest…
Meet Kintana’ ("star" in Malagasy): the first aye-aye [Daubentonia madagascariensis] born in the UK. Its kin are indigenous to Madagascar…a place I had thought I’d enjoy traveling to until I realized it’s crawling with these critters. Despite appearances, the aye-aye is a primate, not a rodent. Score one for the creationists.
UPDATE: Blame Harley at Tacitus for inspiring this childishness…I couldn’t help myself.
*rushes to register the domain ratemyaye-aye.com*
And these critters!
*rushes to register the domain ratemyaye-aye.com*
LOL
Hot or Not redesigns scale with with negative triple digits.
ewwww!
Sidereal…you’ve just given me a new phobia.
At least they’re not Madagascar Hissing Whales.
Hey, is that a finger?
If Ann Coulter were Dorian Grey…
Madagascar Hissing Whales.
heh.
My partner wanted to go see the Gregory Colbert Ashes and Snow exhibition, which I had only marginal interest in (obligatory jaded art dealer caveat), but went anyway. There’s this plodding (but projected to be huge) video at the back with beautiful enough imagery, elephants, cheetahs, etc. etc. then the fools start swimming with these enormous whales and I’m totally freakin’ out. I paid money for this torture.
sidereal: Hey, is that a finger?
Or Wendy’s Chili… macro version?
I’d forgotten about that phobia of yours. Sounds as if you got your money’s worth and then some.
In Bristol Zoo Kintana’s born.
Someday I’d like to ask her,
How do her parents like it there
Compared to Madagascar.
“the fat one wants to steal the preciousss!”
I don’t know…I think it’s kind of cute in a semi-hairless sort of way. I’d adopt one if it’s friendly, can be housebroken, and can cope with living in Manhattan with 2 million much larger primates, including three in the same apartment.
For clarification, I’m pretty sure they’re talking about zoo-style adoption, where you pledge some money that goes to its care and you get your name on a plaque and private viewings in return. Not shelter-style adoption, where you have to house-train it :).
Yeah, as if you wouldn’t catch that thing looking from you to the knife block and back to you. You know, workin things out.
Ann’s looks are much improved in your photo, but I *still* don’t understand why anyone would crave to sleep with her.
Harley at Tacitus put it nicely:
Frankly, Coulter is the kind of woman who is ‘hot’ only in Washington D.C. In the same way that certain politicians are thought to be ‘funny.’ Again. Only in D.C.
Scrunching the eyes a little, the aye-aye reminds me a little of these guys.
Wow. For some reason I’m now craving a toasted sub. And lots of PEPPERS.
Edward,
You might also want to read this book by Gerald Durrell.
“I’m pretty sure they’re talking about zoo-style adoption,”
I know. Just fantasizing.
And now Billmon at the wiskey bar gives us his take on Mrs Right.
Concise and to the point as always!
Atrios had a caption contest for that critter picture. My favorite entry? “Tom DeLay’s Soul.”
I think the aye-aye’s kinda cute. Big eyes.
I think the aye-aye’s kinda cute. Big eyes
A face only a votermom could love? 😉
Those claws undo any cute factor the eyes lend it. I just imagine waking up to find that creature breathing into my face, wanting me to feed it, but being flung across the room by reflex instead. It’s like something from the Twilight Zone.
It’s cuter than Coulter, at any rate. 🙂