I read an article yesterday. The headline was, “Wow! Monkeys can recognize their pals in photos!”
Which reminded me of a study I’d read three decades ago in which a monkey was taught to separate photos of monkeys and humans into two different piles. But when he came to his own photo, the monkey would put it in the human pile.
This confuses me because the latest article said there’s never been any proof that monkeys could recognize two-dimensional images. So, this either means the new scientists don’t know about the old study, or the old study’s an urban legend. Me, I come down in the side of the ignorance of the new scientists.
“Where do you put your picture?”
Mutant.
“I would put mine in the monkey pile.”
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If we could somehow make a mattress out of living cats and then get them all to purr at the same time, we could lie down on this pile of soft fur and be slowly vibrated to sleep.
Plus, it’d be warm. It’d be warm, vibrating, soothing furry sound. ‘Course there’s a drawback. I don’t know what it’d cost to daily feed this mattress and what about the defecation?
“You’re always thinkin.”
Yeah, but never in real time, real life, real money. It’s always absurd, other side of the mirror shit.
Smith & Lady