The real terrorists

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I went out to the toolshed behind my uncle Elric's house that he's building here to get some blue plastic tarps. And you know how toolsheds are. Creepy. Well, since everything is like superalive here it's just inevitable that toolsheds be horrific.
I lifted this huge armful of blue tarps up on my shoulders and carried it out of the shed and then felt something wiggly in that bad-wiggly way on my neck, so I threw it down on the ground and a dozen absolutely gigantic creepy freaky giant huge spiders ran out of it in all directions, and they were really big. And they ran at like 90% of the speed of light and they were running at me. After I escaped at 91% of the speed of light I went back and had to shake the tarp out, which resulted in a lot more shivering and stick-waving and running. I took this picture after. This is a baby.
I was thinking how humans are kind of like a toolshed-type animal. Like a muskrat or a blind cavefish. I mean, houses are pretty scary - they are like big polluted lairs, traps. People are pretty dangerous carnivores and they smell weird. I mean, sometimes I get pretty grossed out by people and start thinking of myself as the alien from an alien invasion movie. Well, only when I'm writing that movie. But I guess that's a separate post.
The thing about spiders is that seeing them is an intense experience. It tends to elicit an intense reaction from my monkeybrain (monkeys absolutely HATE snakes and spiders about as much as they love bananas, which makes sense when you think about where they live - in monkeyhouses). Like I was saying, it's almost like the visual information gets routed through a different path in your brain. That you are hyper sensitive to this kind of pattern of shape and movement because the monkeys that weren't got killed by giant snakes and spiders. Things like spiders, faces, letters, pornography - it all gets processed in a way that your brain and body have a kind of strong automatic way of dealing with them, often involuntary (try looking at a letter without recognizing it...) If you could make art that had as much imact on people as a spider crawling on their neck, oh man. I think people create art galleries as this kind of neutral place where you don't have to deal with insticts, well at least you know that what you are looking at isn't really a poisonous hungry animal. It's certainly not a tool shed. A lot of contemporary art out would pretty much creep out someone from just pre-industrial times, but it would have little impact on a chimp.
PS I know chimps aren't monkeys.