Big Foot

Apparently, one of the big ethical questions in the Big Foot community is whether it is OK to shoot a Big Foot if you see one.

What? There's a Big Foot community? They've thought about the contingency of having to shoot one? Yes, and yes.

The upsides to shooting and killing one is that it will prove that Big Foots (there are more than one evidently) are real, which will allow the government to grant them endangered species status and place them under protection. The downside is that since there are so few of them, the species might end up getting obliterated if even one dies.

I guess it's never occurred to members of the Big Foot community that there's no real point in placing the species under protection, since no one has actually seen one. They must be doing a good enough job on their own. I also like that the option of using a tranquilizer dart has only picked up some steam.

The reason I'm talking about Big Foot on Valentine's by the way is because Valentine's Day itself was pretty uneventful because I'm single. I'm not saying that because I want to be one of those people that languishes in self pity about how alone they are, taking personal offense in the very idea that there's a holiday like Valentine's Day. No one wants to be single on Valentine's Day but that's only because no one wants to be single, ever. In general at least. The only people who want to be single really are people who are in crappy relationships. Since it's assumed that being single isn't anyone's first choice, I don't see any point in bringing it up around Valentine's Day. No one wants to be single any more on Valentine's Day than they do in the summer or on Halloween.

I just feel that, since it's a holiday that celebrates couples and romance, it's sort of expected that most single people have sort of average days, which is fine. After all, Jews don't really get asked if they had a good Christmas. So my roommates and I gallivanted/cavorted/went around and looked for apartments for the fall. What didn't occur to us is that most people were probably busy, since it was a holiday and all. What ended up happening is that whenever we'd talk to someone I'd say "Happy Valentine's Day" as we left. The situation of asking someone if you can live in their house is inherently awkward, so I tried to legitimize it a little bit by invoking the clout of a nationally observed holiday.