I am totally freaked out. A friend told me that they found Bigfoot! I was so totally freaked out I asked for the evidence and references. Imagine my total amazement when he easily and quickly showed me an honest-to-goodness scholarly article in the journal Nature.
When I finished reading the article, I was utterly freaked to realize that it outlined, in detail, its research protocols; that it listed all the evidence, in detail, along with the manner of its collection and the documented chain of custody; that it withheld nothing at all from the testing laboratories, which in turned documented their testing and chain-of-custody procedures in detail; that the results were presented academically and completely; and that the current state of reviews by relevant experts is that the evidence withstands scrutiny, and the proper stance now is to provisionally accept that Bigfoot exists.
Of course, my freak out continued unabated when they actually outlined the apparent taxonomy of the creature and began delineating exactly what they mean by it.
Mostly my freak out has been that the evidence is actually physical. I mean HELL AND DAMNATION! There’s hair and scat and audio recordings and video recordings and gamecam pics and handheld camera pics and descriptions of habitat and more.
Did I say “mostly?” I was wrong. Mostly I’m freaked because now I’ll have to go to work and talk to JR (I really do have a Bigfoot believing colleague called JR) and say, “Man, I was wrong.” We’ll both be so freaked out after that that we’ll probably go to lunch or something, and I’ll get totally razzed and laughed at for the whole hour, and I’ll say things like “Yeah, yeah, you guys got me, dammit.”
Then I’ll go home and eat dinner in a sort of freaked out way before doing a freaked out sleep.
Tomorrow I’ll probably get up and say “Wow. Still freaked out I was wrong after all,” before I go back to work. It’ll probably be a whole week before JR stops laughing at me.
Really, really freaky, man.
When I finished reading the article, I was utterly freaked to realize that it outlined, in detail, its research protocols; that it listed all the evidence, in detail, along with the manner of its collection and the documented chain of custody; that it withheld nothing at all from the testing laboratories, which in turned documented their testing and chain-of-custody procedures in detail; that the results were presented academically and completely; and that the current state of reviews by relevant experts is that the evidence withstands scrutiny, and the proper stance now is to provisionally accept that Bigfoot exists.
Of course, my freak out continued unabated when they actually outlined the apparent taxonomy of the creature and began delineating exactly what they mean by it.
Mostly my freak out has been that the evidence is actually physical. I mean HELL AND DAMNATION! There’s hair and scat and audio recordings and video recordings and gamecam pics and handheld camera pics and descriptions of habitat and more.
Did I say “mostly?” I was wrong. Mostly I’m freaked because now I’ll have to go to work and talk to JR (I really do have a Bigfoot believing colleague called JR) and say, “Man, I was wrong.” We’ll both be so freaked out after that that we’ll probably go to lunch or something, and I’ll get totally razzed and laughed at for the whole hour, and I’ll say things like “Yeah, yeah, you guys got me, dammit.”
Then I’ll go home and eat dinner in a sort of freaked out way before doing a freaked out sleep.
Tomorrow I’ll probably get up and say “Wow. Still freaked out I was wrong after all,” before I go back to work. It’ll probably be a whole week before JR stops laughing at me.
Really, really freaky, man.
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