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Ha, too funny about Telus, Brian! Since I don’t have tv, I haven’t seen the ads, but my phone service is via Telus and now that you mention it, all the insert advertising in the monthly statements features all manner of amphibians, cute monkeys, and such… Hmmm, strange. Maybe cellphone rays really do fry the brain?

And another thing: can we all agree that nobody uses trackbacks, that no one knows how.

How much is hyena in the window / the one at the end of the chain /
blah blah sing sing
…I wonder if he can be trained

I don’t why, but that was my first thought.. What sort of obedience class do you take a baboon and or a hyena to.? Excuse the split infinitive, or dangling participle or whatever the hell it /they is/are.

What sort of food do you buy? ‘Boon Chow? Can a hyena be paper trained? Where do they sleep at night? In bed with you? Under the covers or on top? Is there a leash free zone in the local park where the hyenas can run free? Do the local papers have an Adopt a Baboon feature? What size bag does the responsible hyena owner carry in order to poop and scoop? Are they allowed in restaurants, on the subway? The owners I mean. What do you say to the owner when the hyena starts dryhumping your leg?

Cops on horses. Skinheads with pitbulls. Nigerian cell phone salesmen with hyenas. I mean, yeah…it all makes sense.

Is it just me or is the brutality winning? When I see this sort of thing in person – a beast at the end of a chain, here, more often than not a really stupid teenager with a pitbull – the beast in me rises.

I find these visuals rather provacative. I really do just want to get a baseball bat and get the boots in first…. a kind of pre-emptive strike.

I’m racing to beat the fear.

Yule, I’m wondering when Telus will add hyenas to their ad campaigns. (For those not in Canada : Telus is a cellphone company. Their TV ads show various beasts – tree frogs, potbellied pigs etc. – jumping to it, running to join Telus. On a stark white background. With catchy retro pop tunes. They are bizarre. The people at Telus I mean. Not as bizarre as the cellphone company called Fido though.) I think it would make for some great in-mall promos. Don’t you? What is the connection between all these animals and cellphones? Are portable phones the new breed of pets? When one dies you flush it down the toilet with the goldfish?

Yule, I know you’re busy but get back to me on my two way pager.

Heel, Spot.

What I see in these photographs is an extra security guard posted at the gates of Dove Canyon, a walled community near here. Another real image rendered into myth for the sake of “freedom to fear”.

I don’t doubt that the hyenas are tools of intimidation, more visceral than the abstract threats of repossession and loss of position that we have here. I find myself more disturbed by the walls, the presentation of self that holds that I — along with the rest of the world — am bound to be a threat to them by my mere existence as someone who has less money and less desire to live a paranoic existence. They may be hygienic about how they go about walling themselves off, but doubt not that there’s a brute force behind their protections, waiting to put us into a place of horror where no one can hear us scream.