cephalopods
…except for the reminder of all of the surveillance cameras my parents used to keep me out of trouble.
The latest special t-shirt from woot is this one:
I don't think they'll last long so you better get your order in fast.
Woot seems to track their sales stats closely; I wonder if there is a significant preference for cephalopods on shirts over, say, flowers or trios of wolves or something.
Uh-oh. It turns out that Iowa is even more remote from the ocean than Minnesota (we at least have a great lake connecting us to the Atlantic, sorta), and it's darned hard to find an Iowa-Cephalopod connection. Except, of course, that once upon a time the great inland sea stretched up this way, and mighty ammonoids would have been swimming about my hotel room. Oh, well, in honor of our absent shelled cephalopods, here's a nautilus.
It's going to take an awful lot of global warming and some major geological activity to submerge Iowa again, you know.
I'm on a small island in the middle of a great big ocean full of exotic and beautiful invertebrates. It feels good.
I find it very disturbing that some artist managed to penetrate the layers of security and multiple deadly traps to produce illustrations of my inner sanctum. The alert level has been increased and security enhanced, so other interlopers should beware. Further breaches will not be tolerated.
Since I just received my very own copy of The Digital Cuttlefish Omnibus, I had to include a picture of a cuttlefish this week, even if this one doesn't have a book of poetry.
You can order your own copy, too. Keep it by the bedside for amorous readings, or something.
I saw the Baby Jesus Butt Plug, and I just laughed. But now, someone has made a cephalopod butt plug and matching ball gag, and my laughter fades to a nervous tittering while my eyes dart about confusedly. Should I be outraged? Aroused? Amused? Disturbed? All of the above? A boundary has been transgressed!
Fortunately, I'm old and greying, and can always fall back on the ignorant old coot routine. "Eh, sonny? What's that? That's a mighty big fishing lure you're waving around there."
(via Zooborns)
My wife will be relieved when I tell her I don't think I'll make chocolate covered squid for her. It's not that I'd be unwilling to try such a concoction, but 1) I have doubts that that combination of flavors is particularly copacetic, 2) she isn't a big fan of seafood in the first place, and a gift should be to her taste, not mine, and 3) where the heck would I get squid on short notice in Morris, Minnesota?
It will soon be Valentine's Day, and it's not just the bipedal mammals that turn to amorous thoughts. TONMO has a fabulous series of photos of courting and mating Abdopus aculeatus — here's one small sample.
Your mission for Valentine's Day is to get together with your partner and do your best to recreate the poses in the series. You will fail, but it will be fun trying.
I'd almost consider retiring to Florida, just for the marine life, except that by the time I retire the state will probably be underwater, and all the marine life exterminated by careless tourists in expensive boats. At least now you can occasionally spot the splendid blanket octopus out for a swim.
Trust me, watch the video, ignore the babbling newscaster: these really are spectacular beasties.