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Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey at the Compaq Center last night, 1892 comedic play Called Charley's Aunt the night before that. The play was good. Made me wanna gert in their company, I miss acting so much. Gah. And then, the circus. There were a lot of things I recognized as totally ripped off from Cirque du Soleil, but the Cirque doesn't use animals. The elephants (all 8) were obviously having a great deal of fun, benignly amused that we thought they were doing it for us. The horses were pretty, and their tiny brains didn't seem to comprehend that there was anything else to do but what they've always done, unless you teach them otherwise; they ran around in circles and walked about bipedal as told, quite a pretty spectacle. The llamas jumped over the camels who lay down for them... The zebras, now those things are beautiful. The leader was not in a very good mood; he kicked back rather viciously every time he completed one circuit around the ring. And there was a beautiful mini horse who jumped through rings. In the beginning presentation, there was a leopard on a float with the tiger trainer, and he swatted the guy a couple times and draped himself over the railing, seeming miffed. He didn't come out again. I think he was in a funk. I don't think he belonged very well, maybe he wasn't raised with them and thus didn't enjoy like everybody else did.
Well, the tigers were gorgeous. And I'm surprised at myself, because I was all set to be outraged and come home and rant that they shouldn't be kept captive and ordered around and have their dignity shredded, but that's not what I'm going to say. They (most of them at least, except for one who left because I think he didn't feel good) were amused. They paced in the tiny cages that took them onstage, but they're only kept in those for trasport, and once in the ring, they concentrated and did their balancing, and one went on a (BIG) trapeze with the trainer, and sat up and pawed the air, and walked bipedal (boy did I concentrate on that; drawings galore forthcoming), and rolled over, and and sat in a line, and were having fun doing it. The trainer's whips, to my great delight, were not punishment and discipline, but short and fluff-ended, used as cat toys to chase and swat at, in order to go wherever they were supposed to. And I am happier having seen them, as I believe the rest of the audience is, for their beauty and intelligence. And I don't subscribe to the dignity argument after seeingit, because there is nothing you can do to lessen a tiger's dignity. You can only make yourself seem ridiculous.
Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey at the Compaq Center last night, 1892 comedic play Called Charley's Aunt the night before that. The play was good. Made me wanna gert in their company, I miss acting so much. Gah. And then, the circus. There were a lot of things I recognized as totally ripped off from Cirque du Soleil, but the Cirque doesn't use animals. The elephants (all 8) were obviously having a great deal of fun, benignly amused that we thought they were doing it for us. The horses were pretty, and their tiny brains didn't seem to comprehend that there was anything else to do but what they've always done, unless you teach them otherwise; they ran around in circles and walked about bipedal as told, quite a pretty spectacle. The llamas jumped over the camels who lay down for them... The zebras, now those things are beautiful. The leader was not in a very good mood; he kicked back rather viciously every time he completed one circuit around the ring. And there was a beautiful mini horse who jumped through rings. In the beginning presentation, there was a leopard on a float with the tiger trainer, and he swatted the guy a couple times and draped himself over the railing, seeming miffed. He didn't come out again. I think he was in a funk. I don't think he belonged very well, maybe he wasn't raised with them and thus didn't enjoy like everybody else did.
Well, the tigers were gorgeous. And I'm surprised at myself, because I was all set to be outraged and come home and rant that they shouldn't be kept captive and ordered around and have their dignity shredded, but that's not what I'm going to say. They (most of them at least, except for one who left because I think he didn't feel good) were amused. They paced in the tiny cages that took them onstage, but they're only kept in those for trasport, and once in the ring, they concentrated and did their balancing, and one went on a (BIG) trapeze with the trainer, and sat up and pawed the air, and walked bipedal (boy did I concentrate on that; drawings galore forthcoming), and rolled over, and and sat in a line, and were having fun doing it. The trainer's whips, to my great delight, were not punishment and discipline, but short and fluff-ended, used as cat toys to chase and swat at, in order to go wherever they were supposed to. And I am happier having seen them, as I believe the rest of the audience is, for their beauty and intelligence. And I don't subscribe to the dignity argument after seeingit, because there is nothing you can do to lessen a tiger's dignity. You can only make yourself seem ridiculous.
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