Weirdest National Anthems...

Last night, while waiting for the Yankees-Mets game to start, I watched the pre-game activities, which included a beautifully rendered version of our national anthem, sung by Glee star and Broadway performer Matthew Morrison. I'm always impressed whenever performers nail our national anthem, because let's face it, it's not an easy song to sing. Of course, there are the notoriously bad versions of the Star Spangled Banner (i.e., Roseanne Barr, Christina Aguilera, and others). Due to the difficulty of our national anthem, I'm all for the proposal of changing our national anthem. Why? Well, other than the Star Speckled Banana being difficult to sing, the lyrics are all about bombs and war and bloodshed -- and not in a good way. I'd recommend "America, the Beautiful".

Every country has their own national anthem and, for the most part, none of us know any of their songs. I know the British national anthem - "God Save the King/Queen", but that's about it. During the Olympics, we often hear other nations' anthems, but we only hear the instrumental version. Of course, even if we heard the lyrics, as only a handful of songs are in English, we still would have no idea what they say because the songs are sung in the native language of the country.

So, I wondered - are there national anthem that are worse than our? I suspected there might be.

Algeria: "Qassaman"/"We Pledge"

Though it pre-dates both heavy metal and rap by several decades, the Algerian national anthem's lyrics expertly incorporate the prominent cornerstones of both genres' most violent moments. Destructive lightning? Check. Gratuitous bloodshed? Check. Machine guns? Check. Being held down by the man? Word up, son.

The lyrics, written in 1956 by Moufdi Zakaria, are about two "hos" shy of being a Lil' Wayne single. At the time of the writing, Zakaria was being held captive in Algiers by French colonial forces. Realizing that it was, in fact, France that was holding him and his country down, he spent his downtime penning a tune about the ass whooping his fellow countrymen would surely be dishing out sometime in the near future.

Disturbing Lyrics:
"We swear by the lightning that destroys, By the streams of generous blood being shed."

"When we spoke, none listened to us, So we have taken the noise of gunpowder as our rhythm, And the sound of machine guns as our melody."

Italy: "Il Canto degli Italiani"/"The Song of the Italians"

Throughout the majority of the Italian national anthem, things sound pretty bleak. Heck, the main line in the chorus is "we are ready to die!" But Goffredo Mameli, the 20 year old poet who wrote the lyrics, clearly understood that one can only be down for so long.

Like most good national anthems, this one was written in the shadow of a looming war for independence, this time with Austria. Listening to the first few verses, you would think Mameli thought independence was a lost cause. But then, the final verse rolls around and Mameli goes from defeated poet to a Nostradamus-like teller of fortunes.

On an unrelated note, can you imagine what state our collective national anthems would be in if written by the 20-year olds of today? Booty booty booty booty bursting everywhere!

Disturbing Lyrics:
"Mercenary swords, they're feeble reeds. The Austrian eagle has already lost its plumes. The blood of Italy and the Polish blood it drank, along with the Cossack. But it burned its heart."

Hungary: "Himnusz"/"Hymn"

Unlike most of the other anthems on this list, Hungary's really has no cause to be as violent as it is. There was no war for independence on the horizon. No foreign invader was occupying their homeland. Basically, a whole bunch of nothing was going on. It would appear that overall, Hungary is just such a shitty place to live that some dude decided to ask God to help him out.

That's right, this anthem is written as a direct address to God. Most national anthems implore the citizens of their grand country to take up arms and fight against oppression, transgression, whatever. "Himnusz" is having no part of that. Really, it's a bit unclear what the problem was at all. But whatever was up their ass, it apparently required divine intervention. It's basically the national anthem equivalent of what an unemployed, alcoholic friend might call and moan to you at 2:30 in the morning.

Disturbing Lyrics:
"No freedom's flowers return, from the spilt blood of the dead, and the tears of slavery burn, which the eyes of orphans shed."

Turkey: "İstiklal Marşı"/"Independence March"

Another anthem, another fight for independence. Noting that Turkish fighters were having a fair amount of success defending themselves against European invaders, it was decided that a motivational song to spur them onto victory and celebrate their inevitable success was in order. Basically, Independence March was the Super Bowl Shuffle of its day.

The lyrics focus mainly on how unbelievably awesome it would be to die for your country. We would prefer to, you know, defend our country while at the same time remaining alive. Silly us!

Disturbing Lyrics:
"I'm like the roaring flood; powerful and independent, I'll tear apart mountains, exceed the heavens and still gush out!"

"Render your chest as armor and your body as trench!"

"For only then, shall my fatigued tombstone, if there is one, prostrate a thousand times in ecstasy, and tears of fiery blood shall flow out of my every wound, and my lifeless body shall gush out from the earth like an eternal spirit."

France: "Le Marseillaise"/"The Song of Marseille"

"La Marseillaise" was written in April of 1792 by Claude-Joseph Rouget de Lisle in the midst of the French Revolution. It was originally called "Chant de guerre de l'armee du Rhin" ("War Song of the Army of the Rhine") but the name was later changed due to the song's popularity with volunteers on the streets of Marseilles. And, presumably, because "Chant de guerre de l'armee du Rhin" is a pretty goddamned long name for a song.

Depending on where you're reading it, the translation of the lyrics varies. But hey, you say a tainted blood irrigates your furrow, we say their impure blood should water our fields. To-mae-to, to-mah-to. Whichever you prefer, somebody's getting fucked up.

Disturbing Lyrics:
"The bloody flag is raised, the bloody flag is raised."

"Do you hear in the countryside, the roar of these savage soldiers, they come right into our arms, to cut the throats of your sons!"

"May a tainted blood irrigate our furrows!"

Vietnam: "Tien Quan Ca"/"Army March"

Anyone who didn't see trouble coming when we went to war with Vietnam had clearly never taken a gander at their national anthem. If they had, they would have seen that this is a country that does not take war lightly. Most of the other anthems on this list mix in a little bit of talk about peace, national pride or whatever else. The blood and guts talk just finds its way into a verse or two at random. Vietnam's anthem, on the other hand, is all war, all the time.

The lyrics start with the line "armies of Vietnam, forward!" And guess what? They mean it! There's blood on the flag! Guns are rumbling! Bases are being built! There are chains to be broken!

Vietnam's national anthem kicks more ass in two short verses than most countries do in a lifetime.

Disturbing Lyrics:
"Our flag, red with the blood of victory, bears the spirit of the country."

"The distant rumbling of the guns mingles with our marching song."

"The path to glory is built by the bodies of our foes."

"For too long have we swallowed our hatred. Be ready for all sacrifices."

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After checking out some other national anthems, I suppose I can't complain too much about our national anthem. What do you think about our national anthem?

Not the Life I Imagined...

I need to get something off my chest. When I was growing up, I had a certain mindset of what my adult life might be. It was a fairly simple dream. The dream life was: I'd have a career I loved, a spouse who adored me, a kid or two on whom I could dote, I'd live to a ripe old age surrounded by family and friends, and (hopefully) die peacefully in my sleep. How did my life go horribly wrong?

I don't usually give into self pity and sadness about my circumstances, but there are times that the direction my life has taken sends me down a negative path and I'm overwhelmed by the misery of it all. Of my imagined life, I was lucky to have a career that I adored - two in fact. My performing career was a failure, but hugely fun. My teaching career was moderately successful and I loved being a teacher, but my time teaching was cut painfully short. I've only known persistent heartache when it comes to love. No children, which in hindsight is probably for the best. No ripe old age for me, but I do have family and friends who love and support me. Definitely no dying peacefully in my sleep.

I didn't quite get my dream life, but added to not quite getting everything - I got a whole boat load of crap. Last night, as I lay in bed in excruciating pain - waiting for the meds to kick in, I was struck by how truly fucked up my life is. All I kept thinking is "why is everything so difficult? Life should not be this hard." It seems like I've had more than my fair share of problems in life. And yet, jackasses like Mel Gibson seem to just cruise through life.

Many of my friends, relatives, and students have crowned me with roses and think that I'm some sort of heroine with how I've been dealing with my cancer. But all I can think about is: how the hell am I going to get through the next few months of my life with grace and dignity? How do I avoid sinking further into a hole and not spend my time wallowing in self misery? Why can't life just be easier and not such a shit show?

Okay, time to get off the pity pot. This life is the only one I have and I must take what's dealt to me.

The Worst Board Games EVER!

Today, I was looking through some of my past blog posts and came across my posting of "Strange Board Game Origins" which looked at the background of some of our most beloved board games. This walk down memory lane got me thinking about what board games have been produced which were probably best left in the imagination of its creator and not actually produced. 

Some of the resulting games are a little terrifying and many are really offensive.

Sinking of the Titanic

This game from Milton Bradley sends players across around the board, rescuing passengers from the Titanic‘s staterooms. You have to escort all the passengers to lifeboats before the ship goes down, at which point the game shifts gears, and you must now hunt for food and fresh water -- by drawing cards. A rescue ship eventually shows up, and players must race to it. The first one there wins the game. Everyone else dies. 

“The Sinking of the Titanic” received a ton of criticism when it was released in 1975. So the company released a sister version in the UK the following year, changing the title to “Abandon Ship.” This version is set in the Pacific Ocean, and the ship collides with a coral reef instead of an iceberg. The name change cost the company the all important name recognition of the doomed Titanic. But since people weren’t exactly eager for a game that made light of a famous tragedy, the switch was probably for the best.

Life as a Blackman

This Underground Games release from 1999 offered a simple yet heavy message: Life as a black man is hard. Delivering this message pretty much involved trotting out a parade of stereotypes, blurring the lines between satire and genuine racism. 

Players all start as 18 year old black males either in Glamourwood, Black University, the Military, or in the Ghetto. Through die rolls, players work their way through the randomly selected starting areas and into Downtown, an approximation of life in the real world. Players may find themselves going to Church to right past wrongs, or spend time in Prison for making bad decisions. The first person to reach the Freedom space at the top of the board wins.

Unlike many games on this list, “Life as a Blackman” isn’t forgotten. An app of the game is coming soon for your iPhone.

Blacks & Whites

Here’s another example of a game that tries to illustrate racism, with pretty shocking results.

Produced in the 1970s, “Blacks & Whites,” according to publisher Dynamic Design Industries, depicts housing discrimination through “the absurdities of living in different worlds while playing on the same board.” At the beginning of the game, players choose to either be a “Black” or a “White,” and the choice handily determines who wins the game.

The Whites comprise the majority of players, start with $1 million, and can buy property anywhere on the board. Their black counterparts are the minority, start the game with only $10,000, and can’t buy many properties. These properties that the players fight over range from the “inner ghetto” and “outer ghetto” to “lower integrated” and “upper integrated” neighborhoods to, lastly, “newer estates” and “older estates.”

“Blacks” and “Whites” each draw from their own set of “opportunity cards.” A typical White opportunity card: “Stock dividend from a company that makes tear gas. Collect $40,000.” A typical Black one: “Government begins urban-renewal project. You lose both Harlem and Watts. Collect full price less 10% from Treasury.”

Project Pornstar

Produced in 2004, “Project Pornstar” casts players as directors of their own porn flicks. If you’ve ever played a trading card game, you have a rough idea of how this works -- the various cards in the game represent components for your film, and the best combinations win you the most points. Since you’re making a porno, one set of cards represents your actors (men, women, amenable livestock), and another represents objects (handcuffs, for instance, or a cucumber). 

Another set, the “action cards,” further change the course of your film. If a performer’s face doesn’t quite meet expectations, you can play a card to throw a paper bag over it. There’s an “AIDS” card, too, of course.

Fun for the whole family!

Juden Raus! (Jews Out!)

Nazi Germany featured quite a few horrifically offensive anti-Semitic games, from shooting games to games tracking the triumphant rise of the swastika. But the most notorious of these games is probably “Juden Raus,” published in Dresden in 1938 approximately one month after “Kristallnacht” (the Night of Broken Glass). 

It’s a simple game. You roll dice and move your token to Jewish homes, where you collect Jews. You must then escort your Jews to a “collection point” so they can be banished from the city. “If you are the first to expel six Jews,” reads the game’s original rules, “you are the undoubted winner.”

Still, the Nazis were the most evil people in history, so it’s unsurprising that they produced such a game, right?

Not exactly. “Juden Raus” was manufactured by some private German company, and surprisingly, a major Nazi journal, the SS paper "Das Schwarze Korps", heavily criticized the game (issue No. 52, December 29, 1938, p. 7): An (unknown) author claimed that the game trivialized the anti-Semitic Nazi policies and that the international press would use the game’s existence to make the policies look completely ridiculous. The author’s main objection was that the game manufacturer was trying to profit from the Nazi slogan “Juden raus” (Jews out) to promote the sale of the game; and not that it's an offensive game. 

Dishonorable mentions: Gay Monopoly, What Shall I Be? The Exciting Game of Career Girls, and Busen Memo (Bosom Memory).

Random Acts of Kindness...

I don't know about the rest of you, but I am tired of the cruelty of people toward others. News reports are filled with horror stories of death and destruction. It becomes very exhausting and disheartening to watch the news anymore. There has to be some heartwarming stories out there and today I was on the hunt to find some.

Here's what I found:

1. Pizza Delivery With Heart: This story could have gone horribly wrong for either of the people in it, but it turned out to be an amazing story of kindness. Sometimes pizza joints get special requests with their online pizza delivery ordering system (one woman asked them to write "I want a divorce" on her pie - they didn't), so they're used to getting requests. One pizza delivery guy showed his commitment to customer satisfaction. Pizza My Heart in Menlo Park, CA took an order that came with a special request: “Send us your cutest delivery boy. Tell me I'm pret.” Clearly, the customer ran out of characters to finish the instructions, but it's a no-brainer than they wanted to be told they were pretty.

Expecting to be greeted by a bunch of college girls when he delivered the insanely overpriced pizza, he instead encountered a room decorated for a birthday party, with only one woman in the room. The delivery boy reportedly wished the customer a happy birthday, and the girl told him how she had planned a party but nobody came. After a short conversation, she invited him in for some cake and the delivery guy ended up staying for an hour.

“We laughed and talked the whole time, as I was leaving I gave her a hug and told her she was pretty,” he said.

The only negative aspect of this story was that upon the delivery guy's return to the restaurant, he received a written warning for taking so long. But he says it didn’t matter as long as he made someone happy on their birthday. If only everyone was as nice as this guy.

2. A Good Chick-Fil-A Story: I'll be perfectly honest, I will not patronize Chick-Fil-A restaurants due to the company's religious beliefs and their CEO's antiquated same-sex marriage views. I just cannot abide giving money to bigots, but when I heard a story about a Chick-Fil-A team in Raleigh, NC, it warmed my heart.

Sheree Carter started working at Chick-Fil-A in October. At the time, she was living in shelters and temporary housing with her two young children and working hard to get family back on their feet after the loss of Ms. Carter's parents and her children's father. The family finally got an opportunity to move into their own apartment just before Christmas. Knowing how hard Carter had been struggling, her co-workers banded together and chipped in to fully furnish the apartment (including a dishwasher) as a surprise gift to the family.

Carter was overwhelmed by their generosity, as she didn't even think they knew that she was homeless because she never showed it. While I still will not step my big toe across the threshold of any Chick-Fil-A, it's nice to know that there are still people out there doing what they can for others.

3. Mystery Man Pulls Driver From SUV: Yesterday, in Idaho, an unidentified man may have saved the life of 23-year-old driver, whose 2000 GMC Yukon was heading south at approximately 8 a.m. when it left the road, drove through a yard and over two terraces before getting snared in a chain-link fence that prevented it from crashing into the canyon.

"As the Yukon's front end hung over the canyon's sheer edge, the man appeared, broke the vehicle's passenger-side window with a rock and removed Sitko [the driver] by dragging him through the opening" (AP story). The rescuer left the scene as the police arrived, stating that he had to go and then left.

Who this man is remains a mystery, but kudos to him for saving the life of a complete stranger!

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These three stories restore a little bit of my faith in humanity, although I still think for the most part people are assholes to each other, but it's nice to know that there is still some kindness out there. Here's one of the songs that I find inspiring for promoting kindness:

Brain Droppings...

Today's blog is just some general brain droppings that I wanted to get off my chest. I haven't been posting as much lately because I haven't been anywhere or done anything interesting or significant. While I had indicated that I was going to continue to travel by completing day trips from Philadelphia, I haven't been able to go anywhere for a couple of reasons.

First, the weather has only now just begun to be conducive to outdoor activities, like sightseeing. But that's not the real reason I haven't been traveling.

My old friend, Pain, has refused to leave me alone since arriving back in Philadelphia. You see, I go to bed with the idea that I'll get up the next day and go do something interesting/fun/entertaining/informative, etc. What I end up doing is spending most of the night being woken up by Pain every couple of hours. The pain medication that my doctor has put me on doesn't really work very well. It'll dull it for a couple of hours but then Pain comes roaring back, stronger than ever -- and a good couple of hours before I can take the next dose. I then spend the next hour or so trying to ignore Pain before giving in a taking the next dosage before I should. After a night of restless sleep and weeping due to this annoying little bugger, I get up, vomit from lingering Pain, take another dosage of meds and finally lay on my brother's couch and nap the morning away. By the time the afternoon rolls around I have zero energy to go and do anything. Plus Pain is still being a pain in the arse. I'm not loving my current situation.

But I have discovered something about myself: I am not a masochist. So, you know, that's something. Whenever I think about masochists, I always remember a scene from the musical film, Little Shop of Horrors. In the scene, masochist Arthur Denton (played brilliantly by Bill Murray) visits dentist Orin Scrivello (Steve Martin) and gets a painful thrill of a lifetime (see video below). The scene, of course, is fictional but there are people in this world who find pain to be a turn on. As I'm not one to cast aspersions on other people's interests, all you masochists out there I say "enjoy", but don't look for me at your parties.

Personally, I would give everything I own to rid myself of Pain. I remember my mother once saying when my dad was dealing with leukemia was that "at least he wasn't in pain." Sadly, this genetic marker is one that skipped me by.

Additionally, I have concluded that the likelihood of my traveling to the west coast is probably slim to none. The odds that I can withstand a five and a half hour flight to Los Angeles are pretty low; let alone getting my oncologist to agree to the trip. New York City is another questionable visit simply because I'm not certain I have the stamina for New York, but I'll have to think upon that one. I still would like to make a final trip to Massachusetts to see my students and friends up there. Even though it's a six hour drive, I can make stops along the way and take my time getting there.

All in all these past couple of months have been (and the upcoming months promise to be) physically exhausting and painful; and I'm over it. I would like for someone else to take on this burden please. Anyone, anyone? <sigh> I suppose there won't be any takers for that request and I don't blame you. Cancer is not very glamorous. Therefore, I will continue to muddle through.

More Weird, Yet Funny Facts...

Another case of boredom caused me to find some more strange facts for your entertainment. Some of these are really crazy:

1. "Fart Battles" were popular art scrolls created in Japan during the Edo Period (1603-1868).

2. In Spanish, the "esposas" means both "wives" and "handcuffs". [Sounds about right.]

3. 2.6 million Kenyans practice the "sport" of naked night-running. [That's gotta be painful.]

4. In 2011, a woman bought a "non-visible" piece of art for $10,000. [Someone with way too much money.]

5. You can change your language of Facebook to "Pirate". [Try it - it's fun!]

6. Brazilian footballer Ronaldinho's deal with Coca-Cola ended after he was caught sipping a Pepsi in a news conference.

7. There is an official Rock Paper Scissors league in the United States. [What about Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock?]

8. If you search for "askew" in Google, the content will tilt slightly to the right.
9. Paris Syndrome is a psychological disorder, mainly suffered by Japanese people, caused after realizing Paris isn't what they expected. [Seriously? WTF!]

10. In Dorset, Minnesota, a 3-year old boy was elected as mayor. A year later, he was re-elected. [Makes sense -- most of our politicians act like toddlers.]

11. One in four Americans thinks the Sun goes around the Earth. [A sad statement of our education system.]

12. One in ten Americans thinks HTML -- the language of web pages -- is a sexually transmitted disease. [Yep, I'm still sad.]

13. In 2007, a Bosnian couple divorced after discovered both had an online affair with each other under fake names.

14. 35% of American workers said they would forgo a pay raise in exchange for having their boss fired. [Back in my corporate days, I would have been part of that 35%.]

15. The word pencil comes from a Latin word meaning "small penis".

16. British spies planned to lace Hitler's food with female hormones to make him less aggressive.

17. In Catalonia, Spain, a smiley-faced piece of wood called "shitting log" poops out the presents on Christmas (photo below).

18. A man named Moondyne Joe escaped prison so many times, that police built a special escape-proof cell for him, from which he escaped as well.

19. Benjamin Franklin wrote "Fart Proudly", a scientific essay about flatulence.

20. Cows moo in accents specific to their region, just like humans.

I'm Beginning to Loathe All Doctors!

In my 40+ years on this fine planet, I've been to my fair share of doctors - all types of doctors. This fact is particularly true when you consider that I have had two cancer diagnoses and a major depressive episode -- you see lots and lots of doctors with all those issues.

Let's begin with the most annoying fact about doctors...wait times! Has anyone ever arrived at a doctor's office and been seen by the physician within a reasonable amount of time...say 5 or 10 minutes? A couple of weeks ago, I went to my first (and most likely final) visit to my new primary care physician. My appointment time was 12:15pm. I arrived at noon and was brought into the exam room at 1:55pm and finally saw the doctor at 2:05pm. An hour and 50 minutes past my appointment time. Does anyone else find that reprehensible? This scenario is typical of all doctor's offices. I've even had the first appointment of the day and still had to wait an hour before being seen by the doctor. <sigh>

After the annoying wait times, I find the "god complex" of doctors to be equally irritating. I know that they had a shit ton of schooling - 4 years undergrad, 4 years med school, and anywhere from 3-8 years of training for their specialty, but that does not make them the omnipotent or infallible. Yet, they expect their patients to follow their directions with no questions asked. Well, I say "screw that!" Question everything that your doctor recommends. For example, my oncologist set me up for a biopsy of one of my tumors to ascertain that my metastases are actually endometrial. The more I thought about it the more I questioned why I was putting myself through this test. I called the doctor to question why he recommended this test. He wanted to make sure that it was endometrial because that would determine the treatment recommendations he would make. That means that he did not listen to my decision which is to seek no further treatment! So, I cancelled the test because I'm not going to waste my time and money on unnecessary tests. Why don't doctors listen? Oh, right - because they're "god" and "know what's best for their patients".  <grrrrrr>

Also, doctors seem to think that patients don't deserve to have all the information required to be fully informed. At least, that's been my experience. My last visit with the oncologist to review my CT scan, I was told that "as expected, everything was slightly worse." What I wasn't told was that I have new tumors in various places and a new complication. The only way I found out about this bit of news is that I asked the office to send me a copy of the report for my records. It made me feel like my doctor didn't want to bother me with the details. F**K THAT! It's my body and I deserve to have all the information so that I can make decisions based on knowledge. Fecking doctors!

Here's the full 411: In the two months since my last CT scan, there has been moderate growth of the existing nodules. In addition, I have "multiple [new] lesions" in the liver and the pelvic region, plus a small pericardial effusion (fluid around the heart). Now I don't know about you, but I believe these were important points that the oncologist should have mentioned to me because there are side effects from these developments of which I should be aware. Consequently, I have to return to my oncologist and have yet another conversation with him that he is to monitor my disease, not treat it. And if he can't deal with that, then I will ask to be assigned to a different doctor. There are several in this office.

FECKING DOCTORS!!!!

Random Weirdness...

I was really bored today, so I dug up some really weird facts for your amusement and bemusement.

1. The Romans used to clean and whiten their teeth with urine. Apparently it works. Please don’t do it, though.
2. The world’s deepest postbox is in Susami Bay in Japan. It’s 10 meters underwater. 

3. In 2007, an American man named Corey Taylor tried to fake his own death in order to get out of his cell phone contract without paying a fee. It didn’t work.
4. The oldest condoms ever found date back to the 1640s (they were found in a cesspit at Dudley Castle), and were made from animal and fish intestines.
5. In 1923, jockey Frank Hayes won a race at Belmont Park in New York despite being dead — he suffered a heart attack mid-race, but his body stayed in the saddle until his horse crossed the line for a 20-1 outsider victory.
6. Everyone has a unique tongue print, just like fingerprints.
7. Most Muppets are left-handed. (Because most Muppeteers are right-handed, so they operate the head with their favored hand.)
8. Female kangaroos have three vaginas.
9. It costs the U.S. Mint almost twice as much to mint each penny and nickel as the coins are actually worth. Taxpayers lost over $100 million in 2013 just through the coins being made.
10. A family of people with blue skin lived in Kentucky for many generations. The Fulgates of Troublesome Creek are thought to have gained their blue skin through combination of inbreeding and a rare genetic condition known as methemoglobinemia.

11. Casu marzu is a Sardinian cheese that contains live maggots. The maggots can jump up to five inches out of cheese while you’re eating it, so it’s a good idea to shield it with your hand to stop them jumping into your eyes.
12. The loneliest creature on Earth is a whale who has been calling out for a mate for over two decades — but whose high-pitched voice is so different to other whales that they never respond.
13. The spikes on the end of a stegosaurus’ tail are known among paleontologists as the “thagomizer” — a term coined by cartoonist Gary Larson in a 1982 Far Side drawing.
14. During World War II, the crew of the British submarine HMS Trident kept a fully grown reindeer called Pollyanna aboard their vessel for six weeks (it was a gift from the Russians).
15. The northern leopard frog swallows its prey using its eyes — it uses them to help push food down its throat by retracting them into its head.
16. The first man to urinate on the moon was Buzz Aldrin, shortly after stepping onto the lunar surface.

17. There is a glacier called "Blood Falls" in Antarctica that regularly pours out red liquid, making it look like the ice is bleeding. (It’s actually oxidized salty water.)
18.  A U.S. park ranger named Roy C. Sullivan held the record for being struck by lightning the most times, having been struck — and surviving — seven times between 1942 and 1977. He died of a self-inflicted gunshot in 1983. Shocking!
19. The katzenklavier ("cat piano") was a musical instrument made out of cats. Designed by 17th-century German scholar Athanasius Kircher, it consisted of a row of caged cats with different voice pitches, who could be “played” by a keyboardist driving nails into their tails. Why?
20. The Dance Fever of 1518 was a month-long plague of inexplicable dancing in Strasbourg, in which hundreds of people danced for about a month for no apparent reason. Several of them danced themselves to death. There are worse ways to go, I suppose.

Blood Falls