(via Rishi Parikh)
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Remember to vote for cephalopods (that is, unfortunately, “none of the above”) in this poll!
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Honestly, cat people, wouldn’t you rather have a colony of fire ants than one of those furry beasts? You know that all that matters is survival of the fittest, and if you pitted the two against each other, it would end with a small pile of clean, polished bones on the floor…and remember, ants don’t have bones.
Also, cats hate water, so when your house floods, the cats will be in a panic…but the ants will just calmly assemble a raft from their bodies and float to safety. I think it’s clear which pet is more fit.
This one reminded me of the “Black Freighter” story within Watchmen.
In the waters off Papua New Guinea
Gerald M Dollar went swimming;
At the bottom of Milne Bay he did see
A cuttlefish…errm, a cuttlefish…umpty-tumpty-imming.
Hey, don’t look at me that way. I thought all cuttlefish posts were supposed to be poems. It’s not my fault I suck at it.
I rather like the idea of this next generation of networking technology, Google's Goggles of the Future, but why did they have to cast this video with a couple of extras from Portlandia?
Give me a better demo. Let’s see people using them for something other than showing off their amateur ukulele playing, ’cause that crap will just scare me away. I’m in Minnesota. I’d have nightmares about my glasses going bleep-bloop, and then someone starts broadcasting their accordion practice at me.
Physicists might look up and recognize awesomeness in the skies, but biologists look down and see it swimming in our seas.
(via The Scuttlefish and Whales of Dominica)
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And now I’ve been sent this:
Whoa. Anyone know the source?
No no no. It is not. If you’re home alone, in a shuttered room, with a taser to use on any one who crashes in through the window to catch you looking…maybe not even then. Behold…The Squildo. I think just the name ought to give you enough of a hint of what’s on the other side.
OMG, it’s only $15. Why am I tempted? Why?
Oh, wait, no. That’s the shipping cost. It’s $138; suddenly, much, much less tempted.
Excellent news, everybody! The octopus language has been translated, and it turns out that they’re all godless monsters who say the kinds of things I think…explaining my affinity for them, as well.
