I am a huge Planet of the Apes geek. When I was a kid, I made an Urko helmet out of paper mache. I don’t even think it was Halloween. I just made it to wear like most kids wear a cowboy hat. For those of you who don’t know who Urko is, he’s the ape version of Darth Vader.
I say all that to say this. I can’t wait for the Rise of the Planet of the Apes. I unabashedly declare that it looks awesome. Here’s the newest trailer.
This looks awesome! I cannot wait! I’m using way too many exclamation points, but I can’t help it! I’m so friggin excited!
One thing that has been driving me crazy ever since the chimp attack in Connecticut is that too many people have been referring to it as a “monkey attack.” Chimps are not monkeys. This is a monkey:
"I'm a monkey!"
This is not a monkey:
"Do not call me a monkey!"
Why does it make a difference? Because I listened to the 911 call, and the operator kept on saying “a monkey is attacking a woman.” Imagine being a cop and you get a call that a monkey is attacking a woman. That doesn’t strike quite the sense of urgency that saying “an ape is attacking a woman” does. Everyone immediately pictures a large primate when you use the word ape. I’m not saying the 911 operator is at fault here, on the contrary I think he did as good a job as one can expect in this situation, but from here on out, let’s require that all our emergency response personnel refer to chimp attacks as “ape” attacks.
Don’t look at me like that. More attacks are coming. Didn’t you see Planet of the Apes? It’s inevitable.