If so, I have to say that it seems very, very jolly! I can't imagine what the creationists keep getting their undies in a knot about.
Okay, maybe it's not so jolly when you're not the one selected.
How big will Big Santa get? Will he suck Tiny Santa into his foamy bigness, subsuming him in his pallid, ever more featureless bloat, or will Tiny Santa be able to continue to grow separately at a slower, but sensible-for-him pace, retaining his individual color and other distinguishing characteristics and not relinquishing his integrity even as he, too, continues to collect resources from the environment?
Stay tuned to find out.
You know the prompt for this week's Sunday Scribblings was "competition." I think you nailed it.
Posted by: | December 10, 2007 at 04:59 AM
Sognatrice, is that you?
That is a funny coincidence.
Posted by: Sara | December 10, 2007 at 07:59 AM
Too much time...to many brain cells? All I know is if you move into a science building next to me, I am moving next door and no question - you need 12 bottles of compressed butane? Of course you do!
Is Santa supposed to part of "Natural Selection?"
Posted by: elizabeth | December 11, 2007 at 04:13 AM
Poor Tiny Santa. Years of therapy await him.
Posted by: laurie | December 11, 2007 at 10:01 AM
Elizabeth, I assure you I have no surfeit of brain cells; quite the opposite! And I doubt that I will ever move into that science building. I couldn't pass the math test, and besides, the Canadian government couldn't afford the necessary liability insurance.
For a better understanding of the kind of discoveries I'm making here, please refer back to the previous Mad Science Sunday entry, regrettably from two weeks ago already. Compare those images with these. Now, does this not look like natural selection in action?
"Poor Tiny Santa. Years of therapy await him."
If he survives, Laurie, if he survives.
Posted by: Sara | December 11, 2007 at 01:05 PM