Mike Carp

As I get older and more mature, I find that I am becoming better at avoiding the noise of day-to-day distractions so that I can focus on more important things, namely Sasquatch. I’ve given this subject a considerable amount of thought, and I’ve found that (not surprisingly) I’m not the only one who has something to say about our hairy humanoid friend.

However, since I’m not the most efficient blogger, it wouldn’t be practical for me to attempt to cover all of my observations on the subject in one post. I’ll need to divvy out the content over the next five or six years, so I hope you all can bear with me.

First, let’s start off with the basics: Harry and the Hendersons? LAME.

Second, I personally prefer the term “sasquatch” over the term “bigfoot”. The two may be synonymous to many, but over time I’ve found each term provokes an increasingly distinct image in my mind. Allow me to illustrate with the following, erm, illustrations:

This is Bigfoot. I want to punch Bigfoot in the face.

Compare Bigfoot to Sasquatch below:

Before I could ever think of punching Sasquatch in the face, he will have already eaten mine. He could easily destroy the majority of other Bigfoot variations out there, although I’m not sure what would happen if he had to battle it out with the monster truck Bigfoot. They would likely exchange blows indefinitely until they eventually decide to team up and work together.

Man! I hope they’ll be on our side. Otherwise, we’ll all be hosed. BIG TIME.