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First of all, I just found out that this is a real thing.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Goblin Shark.


 In Other News...
Pretend I could talk about this song I heard on the radio without really admitting that I listened to all of it.  Okay so I didn't listen to this Nikki Minaj song all the way through (not).  As I was listening, I heard a catchy background vocal and wondered what the words were, so I listened a little closer and they were actually really good.

"The night is still young, How dare we sit quietly and watch the world pass us by."

Well said, Nikki Minaj (or whoever wrote that part of the song). Well said.

How does this all tie together, you may ask?  Well I could just leave them as two completely separate stories, but where's the fun in that.  Also, if you've read my blog before, you know that's just not how I do around here. I philosophize like it's my job. So I'll tell you how they relate.

I mean, did you know something as hideous and exquisite and unique as the Goblin Shark existed before today?  I didn't.  And my point isn't even, "You learn something new everyday" (although that's true).  
My point is that even if they are as off-the-charts hideous as the Goblin Shark, there are so SOOO many amazing things out there.  We will never know everything, but how dare we just sit quietly and let this crazy, off-the-charts world pass us by.  Don't let it.  Whatever that looks like for you today.

Anna Out.

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