Okay, now that I know what I'm looking at, which is the Fringy Mini for this week, of course,
I don't even know where my head was at. I'm going to leave it in your hands because I have no one
else's hands to leave it in to. Feel Good, which includes UFOs because they make us feel good.
Feel Bad, now with even more bad news. The bad news just continues. It just keeps on growing.
The bad news overflow with feelings uncertain and can't choose between good or bad feelings,
which may be the same category. It may not, we're not sure, but I am filing things in either one,
which leads me to believe that they are separate headings.
Is there no feelings, I see anymore? There is. It's restocked, but I would, I'd let that one
build up. Okay, let's let it build up. Yes, let's, before we fill like science again. Okay, well,
I am really curious about can't choose between feeling good or feeling bad and what separates it
from undecided. Well, that I can't tell you. That one's forever going to. I might be able to decipher
it if I hear this. It's going to forever remain a mystery, probably, unless someone's dedicated
enough to pull aside each category we've done to see what is setting it apart. Let's just pick it
random. Let's go with this one. So this article is from some sort of symbol news. Oh, okay.
ABC News. I don't know. It's a weird symbol. It looks like a candy. And it's by James Dunne
Levy from 5th to December 2022, specifically 10, 17 a.m. That may have contributed to why we are
feeling not being able to choose between good or bad feelings. And it's titled, Stop Calling the
Last Thylacine Benjamin. Tasmanian tiger researchers say poor Benjamin. There's a picture of them.
I may have to stop after this article. We'll see. So it came at the end of a press conference for
scientists announcing the news they had solved the mystery surrounding the last ever thylacine.
Researcher Robert Paddle and museum curator of vertebrate zoology,
Athern Medlock, said on Monday they had managed to track down the remains of the final thylacine
to die in captivity, which had been thought lost. Might I also add had thoughts been named Benjamin?
Well, exactly. Because it even says so in the title. Speaking to reporters at the Tasmanian
Museum and Art Gallery, Dr. Paddle credited Dr. Medlock for her work in examining archival
records, including the taxidermist annual reports, inducing the remains had erroneously been entered
into the museum's education collection rather than the zoological collection, following its death in
1936. It worked out the remains had been used as a touring science exhibit with its skin showing
the flattened areas where school children had been allowed to pad it. But you know what they're
talking about, you see it all. Compact the last remaining remnants of this species. Compact. Until
it was stored in a cupboard at the museum until the 1980s before being moved to more suitable
accommodation at another Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery. They're just calling it PMAG now.
And then Trompley lost. Yes. Their detective work had identified that set of remains as being the
skin and skeleton of the last ever Tasmanian tiger. And it is there the press conference
probably would have ended. Oh man, we're getting something's gonna happen. But for another question
from a reporter who asked Dr. Paddle about Benjamin, a name which often accompanies stories, videos,
and online discussion about the last stylus scene with a laugh, then an exhalation of breath,
Dr. Paddle launched into something which by the tone of his voice had clearly caused him some
exasperation. Quote, in May 1968, an individual approached Graham Pizzi, the Victorian naturalist,
and said, quote, a quote within a quote, I'm the last curator at Hobart Zoo. End quote, an end quote,
he said. He tells this fantastic story of the last specimen Thylazine being mailed and called
Benjamin of it being tame and of it being fed live rabbits. Can those both be true? Both tame
and eating live rabbits? Like what if you had a pet rabbit? Well, I don't know if they're talking
about their habits. No, but okay, never mind, continue. Okay, okay. The individual Dr. Paddle
is referring to is Frank Darby, whose story referring to the last stylus scene as Benjamin
was published in the Melbourne Press in 1968, but didn't filter down to Tasmania until the 1980s.
Quote, suddenly there is an explosion of Benjamin, not just in newspaper articles, but in video tapes,
DVDs, poems. Dr. Paddle said once Darby's story of Benjamin being fed live animals for show reached
Tasmania, local reporters tracked down Alison Reed, whose father ran the zoo until his death in 1935,
and who worked there herself. I'm so curious why they don't want his name to be Benjamin. Ms. Reed
told reporters in no uncertain terms that nobody called Frank Darby was ever a keeper of animals
at Hobart Zoo, Dr. Paddle said. She took incredible offense at the idea that her father and herself
were feeding live prey to their carnivores at a public exhibition, he said. Dr. Paddle said Frank
Darby exposed himself as knowing nothing about the species when he asserted it was mute, voiceless.
This was a myth created by the farmers and bookies in the 1920s when everybody was saying
thylazines were out there destroying the sheep industry and the reasons you can't find them as
they don't make a sound, he said. Despite the Darby story being debunked semi-regularly,
the Benjamin story has persisted to the annoyance of Dr. Paddle. Well, this is kind of letting me
down. It was female and it certainly was not called Benjamin. It was an unfortunate myth created
by a bullshit artist of the first degree. What he said is tragic and it is time to remove it from
the literature. With popular web pages still referring to Benjamin, including the National
Museum of Australia, Wikipedia, The New York Post, The Times, UK, the Smithsonian, and Australian
Geographic, we should have covered this with the Smithsonian cover-ups. Yeah. It's one of those
other cover-ups, the real name of the last islasi. It would seem that there is a way to go before
Dr. Paddle's wish is fulfilled. I really thought there was going to be more of a twist on why we
shouldn't call them Benjamin or a threat even, but there was neither. We're fucking killing me.
Those Australians. So I mean, it really held with my can't choose between good and bad.
And I just go by feel on the title of the article. So I feel like I filed that one
really correctly because it wouldn't have fit under feeling uncertain. It was definitely for
that leaves us right where we opted for. Yeah, I'm actually really disappointed. It didn't end
with any sort of, by the way, his name was Marbles or something like that. Her name was Marbles.
Marbles. I like that. Or Thylacina or something like that.
No, it was just don't call it Benjamin. No threats or anything. It was kind of a
laxadiesical in that sense. Yeah. And in fact, they went really far and debunking the fact that the
guy who came up with the name Benjamin was full of shit without saying the name wasn't Benjamin,
just that he was full of shit. Yeah. And had never been. It's kind of like saying that zebras
don't exist because some guy in Michigan is saying it just pulling a bit from our man.
He's like the sound and saying like he's never been there. We don't know, but zebras do exist.
Yeah, that's that. Okay. That'll get us through the week, I hope. Yeah, at least two days. You guys
have already ate that. Okay. Anyhow, we'll see you. Should we threaten them?
Don't fucking kill you. Just kidding. I don't think we're allowed to do that. Please come back.
We love you and we'll hold you dearly come Friday. Okay. Yeah. Yeah. Anyhow, have a good week. We'll
see you Friday. Bye.