The Lol, Explained

The origin of the LOLCAT meme

Tree Lobsters, crawling crustaceans of the forest canopy

The Fungi From Yuggoth, larval version

The Fungi From Yuggoth, larval version

Verily, our humble planet is jam-and-even-jelly-packed with natural wonders, if one only looks to the skies and the seas, our own true final frontiers. Truly hath it been said that the mysteries they contain would send us gibbering back into the eternal darkness, if we dared to attempt understanding.

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
HP Lovecraft

Here is one more accursed fact, one more hitherto-hidden (mercifully; the gods are merciful when they forget us) shattered piece of the jigsaw. One more life form so hideous, so revolting, so unnatural, that to contemplate it is to become mad.

Or an entomologist. Same diff.

The Tree Lobsters of New Guinea.

Tree Lobsters. What an awesome name. And something that Steven Colbert should clearly fear more than bears! They drop from the trees and snap at you!   AAAAAGH!lord_howe_island_stick_insect

Um, they would.
If they were really lobsters in trees.
They aren’t, alas.  But they are a type of stick insect featured in a recent news release:

The Lord Howe Island Tree Lobster, Dryococelus australis, was thought to be extinct for decades until an exceedingly small population was recently rediscovered on a rocky islet in the South Pacific.

“Tree lobsters” are large ground-dwelling stick insects restricted to New Guinea, New Caledonia and Lord Howe Island.

You should read “large” as “an over 15 cm huge freakin’ bug.”  If they did flop on you out of a tree, you’d definitely notice.

This species is considered critically endangered.  In a sad story common to many rare, flightless island species, the introduction of rats drove tree lobsters to the brink.

I can sympathize. I had rats in my apartment once and they drove ME to the brink alrighty.

But I jumped over all by myself.

May I, as a humble acolyte of the Great Old Ones and longtime observer of the Fungi from Yuggoth, suggest a fundraiser for this rare, atavistic survival of the days the Ancient Ones fought and tore for the sheer joy of bloodletting in the olden times? I suggest a benefit performance of that great Dadaist ballet, The Ritual of the Synchronized Herring, with catering donated by Land Shrimp Incorporated.

Once the Tree Lobster population is once again gloriously secure, we can perhaps reintroduce their natural predator, the (also endangered) Pacific Tree Octopus, of whose sad plight we have written much elsewhere.

Not to mention the not-really-endangered-but-certainly-challenged-at-times Loraxapus.

Catbags

Well, what would you call them? Pussy purses? Persian sacks (they ARE pretty hairy). A loathesomely miss-shapen by-product of the unhealthy tendency among the narcissistic childless towards cloying anthropomorphism and blithe possessiveness?

Or you might call them “cute.”  In which case I don’t even want to KNOW you.


from fourfour

Shatner Serenades Cetaceans

William Shatner sings to whales.

Don’t ask me. I just blog this stuff.

So, is that what you call a podcast?

Beaver Movie Goes On the Down Low to Come Out On Top

boy beaver pants

Beaver shots are, indeed, one of our evergreen subjects around these parts, although if yours is green I’d recommend that Monistat stuff or maybe some nutritious, low-cal cranberry and yogurt smoothies.

Ahem.

And so it is that, once again, we are posting about beaver. Well, everybody loves beaver, right? Why, it’s the national animal of Canada! But specifically today, we are posting about The Beaver.

The. Beaver.

The forbidden beaver!

For as our trusty allies at Defamer report, The Beaver is possibly the hottest, best, most popular thing in Hollywood right now, but even so, The Beaver can’t get a contract.

Sigh. How many times have we heard it, my friends? How many more times must we hear this sad tale of neglected beavitude?

From The Black List, a list of greatest unproduced screenplays:

1. THE BEAVER, Kyle Killen
Walter Black, a depressed toy manufacturer, loses his family and his business. But then Walter tries on a hand puppet — a chatty British rodent called ”The Beaver” — and his personality is transformed. It’s all good at first, but things turn ugly when the puppet won’t let go.

That, too, is a tale oft told. But ask any girl: Walter totally has it coming. You can’t pick up a discarded beaver, talk to it nice, fist it, and then expect to just walk away.