The mystery of the bear cub found dead on Monday in Central Park is one step closer to being solved: It was revealed on Tuesday that she died after being hit by a car.
The state’s Department of Environmental Conservation announced that the results of a necropsy showed that the cause of death was "blunt force injuries consistent with a motor vehicle collision."
I rest my case.
The road, which seems vast and open, but is in truth bounded and finite, designed to hurl vaguely aerodynamic rectangular projectiles recklessly, endlessly forward, is the world we live in. The tiny bear is us. And we wish, no, we hope, that somewhere out there, a bigger bear is watching, waiting to save us, perhaps right now, on a Friday, this Friday, at this moment, 5:30 p.m. It's over. This week is over. Where is our bear?
"The creative team over at London-based DBLG recently released this in-house animation titled Bears on Stairs that involed old school stop motion techniques paired with modern 3D printing. The painstaking process involved printing a sequence of 50 tiny sculptures which had to be photographed one by one over a period of 4 weeks—all for a mere two seconds of animation." —[...]
This is much more enjoyable if you mute it and watch the bears do their thing unaccompanied by the excitable narration from BBC guy. It is BEARS FISHING, there does not need to be anything said. Enjoy!
Look at them go! Get that food, bears!
Should we look to bears for the answer to our growing obesity crisis? Normally I would say yes, but given what I know about how we work the odds are we will be looking to the bears on our giant flatscreen TVs nestled in the comfy repose of our couches as we graze on the Dominos Artisan™ Chicken & Bacon Carbonara Pizza we have had delivered to our door, so it probably won't make much of a difference.
"There was a time when the Super Bowl was not only synonymous with funny advertising, but synonymous with funny monkey advertising. Now, it looks like bears may be taking monkeys' place."