Ah… Summer school is almost over. Turned in all my final assignments last night. Just a couple more hours of lecture, then I’m scot-free! Sure, I could cut out on the last couple hours, but I’ve forked over a considerable chunk of change for this class, so I guess I’ll stick around and get my money’s worth.
I was talking to Doc Martens about some topics to develop into research projects, and we got onto the subject of urban legends. She asked me what my favorite urban legend was, and I’ve been pondering that thought ever since. Does a piece of fiction have to fictionally occur in an urban setting to be an urban legend? I’ve always been fond of the Bigfoot stories–to quote Mulder, “I want to believe”–but Bigfoot isn’t exactly a city-dweller.
After some research on Snopes, I decided some of my favorite not-exactly-urban legends are that penguins will fall over backwards watching airplanes fly overhead, and that explorers discovered a previously unknown arctic creature that has a body temperature of around 110 degrees and burrows through the ice under crowds of penguins to catch one as a snack. I chose these because I believed in them for an extended period of time during high school, and found them terribly entertaining. My brother told me that pilots loved to fly over groups of penguins, engaging in “penguin bowling.” What a great image!