Alpacas-Llamas
20 April, 2018Alpaca, or Llama? That is the question.
Alpaca, or Llama? That is the question.
I remember the topic “Fuzzy Logic” being my most anticipated computer science course, until I discovered it wasn’t about fluffy animals.
I’m highly of the opinion that it’s not morally right to have a small and fluffy dog trotting around the airport wearing a ‘Dog at Work – Do Not Pet’ jacket.
The fact that a cat came around you so you could pet it 10 minutes ago, does not mean that it wants you to interrupt it’s perambulation right now, to start petting it again.
I’ve been alive for just over a quarter of a Century – and if there’s one thing I can categorically say I’ve learnt, it’s that you can never have enough socks.
When you get blown off your feet, and almost into the electric train track, on the windiest day in the Netherlands, your priorities in life somehow suddenly change.
I’ve been to tons of countries, tasting their tap water along the way. I can categorically say that Reykjavik’s tap water is a thousand times much better tasting that California’s.
I wonder whether dogs live with humans because we domesticated them over millenia, or just because we have free food.
For some weird reason, there’s a large pelican that’s always at the same spot on the same kerb every day, for as long as I can remember.
I find it very difficult to understand how my housemate almost feels physical pain every time his football club misses a chance at goal.