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Stingray Revenge
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So now people are carrying out revenge attacks on stingrays as a result of Steve Irwin's freak death. Didn't they even get the point of his conservation messages?
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Anonymous said…
Over the years you swam the oceans Following feelings of your own And now you are washed up on the shoreline I can see your body lie, it's a shame you have to die ...
Maybe we'll go, maybe we'll disappear It's not that we don't know It's just that we don't want to care Under the bridges, over the foam Wind on the water, carry me home ...
"there had been reports of similar incidents in the past after fishermen had inadvertently caught stingrays and cut off their tails to avoid being stung"
People respond to new information. A much more parsimonious explanation is that fisherman are being way more careful than they used to be.
From a Grauniad Guardian article on James Dyson , inventor of the dual-cyclone vacuum cleaner: He still has one major ambition. To become a verb, in the same way that Hoover - or, as he puts it, "the alternative" - has done. I suggest to him that people are already using his product but still saying they are "hoovering". He smiles. "I don't think they'll be doing that for long," he says. That struck me as unusual - it's very rare for a firm's leader to say that he wants his product to become a verb. Lots of other companies like TiVo and Google have tried desperately to avoid their name becoming a verb, for fear of the name becoming so generic that the trademark gets diluted. But then, the Languagehat archives seem to show (see comment near the bottom) that Dyson's big on turning his name into a verb. *** Sadly, due to its distinct lack of vowels, the chances of "sng" becoming a verb seem close to zero, regardless of whate...
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Following feelings of your own
And now you are washed up on the shoreline
I can see your body lie, it's a shame you have to die ...
Maybe we'll go, maybe we'll disappear
It's not that we don't know
It's just that we don't want to care
Under the bridges, over the foam
Wind on the water, carry me home ...
People respond to new information. A much more parsimonious explanation is that fisherman are being way more careful than they used to be.