Does the Dallas Aquarium have a tank for petting sting rays? My best memories of the Monterey Bay Aquarium are of watching otters do anything at all and running my fingers along the backs of sting rays and starfish.
And Kelsey — what you say about shirts is funny in this context. Before I left my friend’s house to pick up Deron for our excursion to the aquarium, I hung two or perhaps even three shirts on a picket fence and sent Deron cam-phone photos of them. I asked what would be most suitable for the shark tunnel. He replied that you never can tell when it comes to sharks.
See, now the cat’s out the bag, as it were, this is like one of those experiments in cultural perception where they show a film to, say, rural tribesmen in Cameroon, and the tribesmen take no heed of the ostensible subject of a scene but focus on a chicken pecking in the dirt off toward a corner of the frame.
Does the Dallas Aquarium have a tank for petting sting rays? My best memories of the Monterey Bay Aquarium are of watching otters do anything at all and running my fingers along the backs of sting rays and starfish.
there is a small tank with rays and turtles in which the rays are reachable, but not as photographable.
by the way, does anyone know who this is?
Oh! I’d know that profile anywhere! Though I must confess, those sting rays stole all my attention with their adorable smiles.
Okay, sting ray singular. That one sting ray keeps distracting me with his awesomeness.
That ray sure captivated me.
Wow–I looked at this a good long while, yet missed the obvious!
Sheila, I’m captivated by the colorful shirts that you and Amy wear.
Yeah I could have sworn she wasn’t in the picture when I looked at it a minute ago.
Sheila will think that’s a compliment, I suppose it is.
Oh, yes, Amae, I do take it as a compliment.
And Kelsey — what you say about shirts is funny in this context. Before I left my friend’s house to pick up Deron for our excursion to the aquarium, I hung two or perhaps even three shirts on a picket fence and sent Deron cam-phone photos of them. I asked what would be most suitable for the shark tunnel. He replied that you never can tell when it comes to sharks.
See, now the cat’s out the bag, as it were, this is like one of those experiments in cultural perception where they show a film to, say, rural tribesmen in Cameroon, and the tribesmen take no heed of the ostensible subject of a scene but focus on a chicken pecking in the dirt off toward a corner of the frame.
Sheila and I dress up for sharks.
See, this is why I want Amy to play me in “The Clusterflock Story”. She understands about dressing for sharks.