Well, today was a pretty standard day. Took a run along the Knik Arm "coast" (aka mudflat). Then passed a moose family on a bike ride to a bike shop. You know, another standard day in Anchorage.
OK, I'll admit it was a little novel seeing my first mooses (I may have taken a couple 50 pictures), but I played it cool. It got me wondering, by the end of the summer will seeing a moose be like seeing another deer in Ohio? But that got me to thinking, how are moose different from deer?
When you see a deer you think, "Huh, that's kind of cute, at the very least its proportional," while it gracefully skips through the forest running away from you. When you see a moose, you all stand around taking pictures, speaking quietly trying not to spook it, while it just stands there munching on grass not showing any sign of running away. And it seems ironic that the proportional, graceful deer runs away while we all stand around looking at God's attempt at abstract expressionism, making a living Picasso painting. Looking at the cute calves, I really wanted to tell them, "Going by "The Mom Test," your looks have definitely peaked at a young age." Maybe the rapid degradation of appearance at an early age is what instills the aggressive response of kicking you in the face and stomping you to a pulp when you piss them off. Or I guess it could be that other minor bear issue that moose's face. I'm betting its mainly the insecurity of their looks. But I mean honestly, looking at a moose is enough support that even God get wasted at work once and a while and totally screws up a project.
To make a long story short, a moose is like Chuck Norris. Its ugly and oddly haired, and we all know it, but we're still going to admire it because otherwise its going to kick you in the face. (A slide show coming once I figure out how to do that).
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