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Category Archives: Canada
It’s SuperOctopus!
Stolen from Pharyngula.
Tremoctopus is obviously ready to step up and take the place of the now sadly-fallen Captain America. Now for a name…Doc Oc is taken. The Masked Mollusc? Too bad it’s not a Squid: Captain Calamari has a nice ring to it.
Thank you, I’ll be here all week. Have the veal…
This type of Tremoctopus, or blanket octopus, has a unique way of escaping from predators. When threatened, the octopus unfurls a giant sheet of webbing that trails behind like a cape. The webbing breaks apart rather easily when attacked — much like a lizard’s tail — and it gets wrapped around the predator’s face, giving the octopus a chance to flee.
You should see the migrating blanket Tree Octopodia in the Springtime. In years gone by the sky would be darkened with the herds moving North for the summer, gliding silently over the Cascadian rainforest as the grizzlies and pumas cowered below. A more majestic sight the world has never witnessed but, like the carrier pigeon, a precious jewel only too easily lost.
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quiz: is youze a dumb American?
Hyuk, I ain’t!
You Are Not a Dumb American |
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Dorcs! the hottest trend in footwear (for suckas)
Stolen from The Manolo, who got it from Hilary, who got it from This Hour Has 22 Minutes, here is a lovely CBC-production-values-worthy commercial for that superstar of the footwear fashion world, Dorcs!
And here’s what I have to say about that:
I know many a geek. I know many a nerd. I know many a wonk. I know many a D&D player. I even know a woman who makes her living making suits of ring mail.
But, thankfully, I do not know anyone who would wear these things publically. Do I??????
It’s astonishing the lengths to which people will go to justify their purchase and public wearing of these hideous plastic gnome-sandals.
“They’re fun!” leads one to speculate unkindly about how existentially bleak their lives must have become.
“They’re comfortable,” really means nothing but “I’ve given up trying and my spouse and I haven’t had sex in three years, but I’ve come to accept it.”
“They’re in now,” really just means “Everyone in my Dungeons and Dragons group is wearing them.”
“I wear them all the time,” followed by a raised eyebrow, hopefully begging puppy face means “The scene I will throw having a self-esteem meltdown is far, far more painful than simply swallowing your opinion and enabling me, so what’s it gonna be?”
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this soldier’s my hero!
I stole this from Iain Dale; wonder why it is that I read so many right-wing UK blogs…Iain, Guido, Boris…the only leftie blog I read over there is Bread and Circuses, and Juvenal‘s hardly party line. (some of) The Tories over there seem to be a little more human, a lot more intelligent, and a good deal more interested in debate than the right-wingers here in North America, who seem primarily interested in sending as many black people as they can to Iraq, deporting anyone particularly tan (Jessica Simpson gets a bye, but now that she’s brunette all bets are off), eliminating the minimum wage, and marrying their cousins.
Still. Smart thing this soldier said. I’d buy him a drink if he were routed through Vancouver. And can you imagine an American right-wing blog putting that up if he’d said “Republican“? I think not.
“I suppose the only thing worse than being blown up by a mortar on Sunday morning is having two senior Conservative Party figures visiting you on a Monday morning” – William Hague, accompanied by David Cameron on visiting an injured soldier in Basra, who replied:
“It’s about on a par, sir”.
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