squid or treat

My roommate's old roommate (I can draw a lineage for you if you like) created an amazing squid costume for Halloween. I am not surprised by her cleverness, for I recall that one year she spent hours crafting a banana costume (that is now rotting in the basement).
Cole, you look squidtacular:
(though what are you holding? squid treats?)

This one shows that even squid will take public transportation to help save the planet. I can only imagine that is a nalgene bottle full of sea water?

Project Runsquid 4

I don't know how many of you watch Project Runway out there--it is one of my dirty pleasures that I like to engage in (when I'm not running around in a superpus costume). The first episode of season 4 was on Wednesday night. As they bio-ed the designers, I instantly disliked Christian Siriano, a 21 year old who thinks he is the dopest designer ever. Of course, I might dislike him simply because he is young and the dopest designer ever.

But then, I saw something that made me rethink my initial opinion. Here is a picture of him (standing next to an amazon model wearing what he designed):

The jacket makes me want to barf, but WAIT WHAT IS THAT A TATTOO OF ON THE YOUNG LAD'S ARM? Squint and you can see it:

Frankly, I'm not sure if this makes me dislike him more or less. There's no escaping it now, though--the hipsters have got the squids and they are not giving them back.

SUPERPUS!

My friend and I competed in a Pumpkin Festival 10K in Maine recently. The race people said costumes were encouraged, but I doubt any mere mortal could have been prepared for this:


I cannot take credit for the genius that is the Superpus costume, because my friend Richey made it. Truly, wearing it made me feel like running six miles was nothing. The cape especially helped. Oh, and on a side note, I ran in nylons, which is actually amazing--they keep you warm but not too warm like pants. I recommend the "sun tan" color.

I was so excited about my costume I tried to return to the ocean post-race. However, as soon as a wave hit me, I realized I was still human, which elicited this reaction:

Happy International Cephalopod Awareness Day!

for some of us, it is international cephalopod awareness day all year around, but cephalopodcast is awesome for inventing this very special day. thanks to the amazing connie for pointing this out!

(i.e. didn't we already decide columbus day is lame? a cephalopod probably "discovered" the americas before people even existed. and said, big whoop, and then went and had a crab sandwich and a nap.)

a safe place for your cephalopod.

I was looking around and found this site: The National Resource Center for Cephalopods.

I think they mean that I am supposed to go there to find information about cephs (which I will!), but at first I couldn't help imagining that it is actually a place for cephalopods to go, and learn more about themselves. There would be informative videos for female octopuses about reproduction. There would also be advice on the dangers of whales. Maybe the site could also have a list of locations where cephalopods could go after school and play basketball so they don't sell drugs on behind the coral.

threadless octo

Two readers have informed of me of this sweet shirt at threadless.com:

As alert reader Hannah aptly states "not sure if the octopus ate the child and isn't sure what to do with the teddy bear or if he's just trying to figure out how to snuggle with it..."

Daisy the Dog + Cephalopod = ?

I know that I last posted in the pleistocene, but now I am going to try to get back on track. I present to you an epic story told in pictures, a battle between a dog and a cephalopod. Please brace yourself. Some of these images are quite disturbing.

Behold, Daisy the dog in all her glory:


Your average purple, fuzzy, land dwelling octopus replete with a squeaker inside of it:


The octopus makes its move, and Daisy has that creepy feeling that something is right behind her:



A battle of epic proportions ensues:



At the end of it all, Daisy wonders what in her nature caused her to crush the life out of this beautiful, purple, squeaky creature of the sea: