This may surprise you but I don’t spend all of my time sitting around thinking of cynical sentences to string together into senseless articles for the purpose of publishing on this blog. I made a decision a while ago not to use Crunkfish as a link dump. This was mostly because I enjoy banging on too much in these posts to find the time to present the entire multitude of awesome stuff I encounter daily on teh ‘netz. Therefore random (and frankly brilliant) rants from the frenetic maelstrom that is my imagination end up on these pages while articles, videos, images, and other stuff I find across the web go elsewhere.
One of these channels which I only just latched on to relatively recently but instantly lurved is Tumblr, which I use as a sort of inspiration dump/mood board. My tumblog (Deadlamb’s Giblets, as I’ve termed it for reasons that aren’t entirely important) is almost wholly free of troublesome words and is instead populated mostly by images I happen upon. Don’t read into it too much that the majority of these pics are of scantily-clad women – so’s the rest of the internet, it’s just proportionately representative that’s all…
The sly, roguish, rugged-looking hyena has fascinated me since long before Mufasa’s treacherous brother warned them to be prepared (damn, another Disney reference; Megatron was right!). Mainly because of the almost instinctive way they’re dismissed as ‘baddie’ animals. At least that’s the way I always perceived it. Whenever the hyena pack appeared on a BBC wildlife documentary, warily confronting Lionesses’ses in the African savanna with David Attenborough’s emollient tones representing the most fitting of soundtracks, you couldn’t help but favour the feline – even though the poor, stumpy-legged hyena’s were probably starving to death and the greedy bastard lion mother-fuckers could spare a gazelle rib or two. Is this a modern aspect of the cultural consciousness or does this distaste go deeper? I don’t know, but what I do know is that if I was wandering about Nigeria and saw a group of well-muscled men walking along with a huge hyena on the end of a needlessly intimidating chain, I’d also want to stop and take a few photos. Possibly. Fortunately, someone else has done something like this for me so I don’t have to prove my cojones.
Matt Harding spent over a year travelling across the world and dancing like an idiot for the sole benefit of making this video. I like that kind of mentality. For some further feelgood, foot-flapping frivolity, feast your eyes on this…
I’m sure this creation is supposed to convey some sort of deeper meaning about universal brotherhood or whatnot. For me, it’s just about shaking it like a polaroid picture.
