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April 29, 2008 |
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For the Love of Guinea Pigs
FOUND by Jen Bennett Gubicza
in Watertown, Massachusetts
This was found outside an ATM. I assume someone went to pull their card out of their wallet and this photo fell out. On the back, it is dated 1997.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
I'm sorry, am I missing something? What photo? Guinea Pigs?
love the find, but expected something a little, how shall I say ... furrier?
to whomever forgot me - i blame you for the fact that i am a lone expat surrounded by unfamiliar faces and the fact that i'm in the wrong school - i'm telling dad.
They aren't guinea pigs, they're Tribbles!
I'm hoping that they're on the other side of these notes, too, where the date is. Or that they've been nibbling on the edges.
Somebody help me out here.
this has nothing to do with the found, which has me pretty befuddled too.
i would like to bring to your attention:
the best sign ever!!!
http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=st
i laughed so hard it hurt a little.
found, you need to fix your...copy and paste link...thing. trying again...this is the last time...it's my location, obviously
That's an interesting note, but where are the cavies? This really has messed my mind up - I need a picture with the heading or a heading for the note or a shot of tequila! Yeah, that's it!
@Darcy, try pasting the address into www.tinyurl.com to get a URL of a more managable size.
I forgot who it was that forgot me. What what?
THANK YOU FREON. thank you TRUCKLOADS.
http://tinyurl.com/2t6acw
Was this written BY the guinea pigs or TO the guinea pigs?
The person who forgot the writer.
The person at the ATM who let the photo drop.
The writer who lost this note.
The finder who picked it up.
The person who put the wrong caption with the find.
ADD strikes again!
Darcy, that's funny.. makes me think of the parking finds. All those Asian alphabets look alike to me. I guess it isn't Korea, because if they had little pillows with the car owners' cell phone numbers embroidered on them on the dash, they wouldn't need a sign like that. (Someone wrote about that on a parking note find, remember?)
Did you notice in the lower right hand corner below the peach graphic, it says "Chinese Restatrant"?
Freonz, what's a cavie?
Seriously, how hard is it to differentiate between "who" and "whom"? If you can figure out the difference between "he" and "him", then you know the difference between the subjective and objective cases (even if you are unaware you know that).
A Cavie is a Guinea Pig.
Thanks, Lagomorph Girl. "Cavie" fits them better! They are not like pigs at all.
I wonder if we will ever see that photo? The caption sounds vaguely familiar. Have we seen it?
Yes, what Lagomorph Girl in Bunnyland said. The name cavy comes from their zoological family name Caviidae.
And speaking of Bunnyland, in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, there is a (was?) a Bunnyland miniature golf business. The whole course was contained in chicken wire and rabbits and bunnies of all sizes, colors, shapes and ages were everywhere. Most were tame enough to let you pet them. Nothing like a little bunny wabbit to take your mind off the game at hand.
Dear Forgotten,
No man is an island. Ask not for whom the bell tolls.
Your BFF,
terrieissovery
Hey Found Guys - what's up? Is this the right find for the caption?
I'm confused...?
Obviously the description does not go w/ the find.
BUT now I'm curious to know the story behind this little ripped paper note. While I was reading it, b4 getting to the description, I imagined it was either one of two stories.
#1- Somebody walked by a car that had a dog left inside of it. It was a hot day and the windows were rolled all the way up. The pet-lover decided to write this note on a scrap of paper they found in their cupholder and tucked it under their windshield wiper as a way of speaking on the dog's behalf.
#2- A group of teenagers half-way planned their ride to school in the morning. Sometimes Jerry rides on Mondays, but most of the time he doesn't, but he forgets to call and let them know anyways... so obviously sometimes he gets forgotten. This particular Monday he was pretty pissed off, found a little bit of paper tucked in his backpack bottom and left a note on his friend's car in the parking lot. Before running into school late to collect a tardy warning and receive detention... AGAIN... for being late.
And you gotta admit that "the darkness of ignorant slothfullness" is quite a phrase.
Guinea pigs? sloths? a Find where the note on the back is infinitely more intruguing than the picture that may or may not be on the front?
I blame crack cocaine for humankind'd regression into the darkness of ignorant slothfulness.
Or maybe it was MTV.
Yes, Librarian, it's one for the ages.
@Christina in Ill., #2 sounds like some kind of wacked-out logic problem, the kind worked out with grids and X's and o's that you get in the puzzle magazines from Dell.
I think the note was left on the one and only washing machine in the basement of the apartment building and it was full of someone's wet laundry. The note writer (or wroter as someone coined the other day) wasn't the ugly type to just dump the wet laundry onto the floor, but chose the more civilized path of leaving a beautifully worded note on a scap of paper.
Scap is my new favorite word. Thanks Freonz! I'll never forget you, you ignorant sloth! : D
LOL @ Turbo.
Bad fingers! Bad, bad fingers!!
And somewhere there is a sloth going "@#$%^@@*! you all. I'm moving as fast as I #$%^$ can, and I know a whole lot more than you, NOT that anyone ever bothers to ask me! Ignorant slothfulness my bum!"
Guinea Pigs have nothing to do with Pigs, being rodents...and nothing to do with Guinea fowl, either. They neither lay eggs nor emit annoying noises that sound like, "Quebec! Quebec! Quebec!"
Not that Quebec is annoying, don't get me wrong, it's beautiful. But I hate birds that scream about it but never actually go there.
At my house we call guinea pigs--cuy. But it's a joke, we haven't actually tried it.
I really like y'alls ideas about this note. Oh, we are such a clever crowd!
But will we ever get to see the guinea pig pic? Or learn the backstory for the ignorant slothfullness note?
As you may recall, in the late 20th century (circa 1997) all guinea pigs had been systematically replaced by ignorant sloths. I hope this clears things up for everyone.
Freonz: That really disturbs me. Something about teenagers, golf balls and my favorite little fuzzy friends just isn't sitting well. Might be the whole abused animal/rabbit rescue aspect that is bothering me.. but to each their own.
(...considering a trip to Tennessee in the middle of the night with wire cutters...)
Maybe some degenerate sloth of a person left his Guinea pig at the ATM by mistake? Someone else left this note tied around his little neck, and then the finder, Ms. Gubicza, found the pig and the note? Now, THAT would be a cool find.
I recently got a Guinea pig. He is the coolest pet ever. He is definately an animal with a capital A. He whistles and clicks and purrs. He has yet to say Quebec. We call him Linguini Pig or Winnepeg. I am thinking of calling him Gubicza, in honor of the finder, because Gubicza is fun to say. Gubicza, Gubicza, Gubicza...
@Terry-is-so-very... would you explain your joke to me? I don't get it. You call Guinea Pigs cuy? What will you be trying when you do try it?
@Laggy... yer gonna need much more than a night off to rescue all the rabbits in Tennessee. I live here, and I've seen more than one sign that says "Rabits for sale. Pets or food."
This really just looks like it's written on the back of an envelope, not on the back of a photo.
It's another one of those psychological tests that Found Magazine seems to conduct on occasion. (wish I could remember what Find it was where Midlife Crisis [i think] explained it all in the comments.. anyone?)
http://www.foundmagazine.com/comments/2955
Not Full Credit
(You can search the archives for Suzanne.)
brain problem, down in South America, where guinea pigs come from, that's what they're called. In areas, cuy it to them like chicken is to us. If you google 'cuy' you get a food not a pet.
I thought that's what you meant! My Pops is from Peru, where they are frequently feasted on. Yep, like chicken.
A friend recently came to the US from South America and got a job with my Sweetie at the warehouse center for a dollar store. They were unloading a pallate of Guinea Pig food and the guy saw the picture of the pig on the bag and got really suprised and thought that we Americans ate cuy too, but like cereal. Sweetie had to explain that it was food *for* the cuy, not *made of* the cuy. Got chuckles out of that!
I saw Andrew Zimmern eating them on his show on Travel Channel. Roasted on a stick. It looked pretty good, actually. If the economy keeps getting worse and food prices keep going up...
it's so overdramatic, yet wonderful at the same time.
brain problem, that's funny! The first time I saw cuy was on the National Geographic channel show Taboo and I saw Andrew Zimmerman eat them too. I'd probably try it if they didn't have the head and legs on, like some cuy nuggets or something. I wouldn't try half the things that Andrew Zimmerman eats though.
His name is Zimmern. I put Zimmerman, I got it.
When I was a child I had a pet cavy named Tony, a slick-haired calio. There's no way I could eat one of them - even if they were served sans feet and head. :( @Brain Prob, I know exactly what you mean about the purrs, whistles and squeaks. They are sweet pets. But the story about the cavy cereal made me laugh.
@Laggy, don't worry 'bout the bunnies. The folks kept a close eye on people who were playing.
Y'all have fun and I'll have a drink or twelve for you while I'm transported to an Island State of Mind.
I needed a laugh.. it's been a rough day. You guys are funny, thanks!
Me, as well!!! Thanks to ALL whom have posted already!! I needed this chuckle to get me motivated!
I probably wouldn't eat a cavie, Guinea Pig, or cuy. I have, however put dibs on the hind legs of our chihuahua just in case it ever comes to that. I've already called 'em. Does that make me a degenerate person responsible for the regression of the rest of the human race.
Regression is an interesting word choice in this posting...Regression.... back to where we came from? This may be a statement on eveolution or devolution
http://foundmagazine.com/comments/4926
I think today's the day we see the correct caption for this note! *I still wanna see some Guinea Pigs, though!