Chapeau Crabe

I have a crab hat

Long have we dealt with the nay-sayers of millinery, the hecklers of hattitude, and long have we defended our position as pro-aquatic-yet-ecosensitive headgear activists. And now, from the upstart lolsite YourArgumentIsInvalid, comes this travesty of complete logical infarction.

The woman does, in fact, have a hat. The hat is made of crab. Indeed, crab is not simply the major component of the hat, but the hat itself IS a crab, adding metalayers of meaning and intertextuality that went over the heads of the no-doubt-conceptual-art-and-mad-hattery-deprived literalists at YAII.

For them, we can only pray. Hail Cthulhu!

Big Dee Dee Not Home Free!

Rock? Lobster

Rock? Lobster

Canadians from Port Alberni to the Bay of Fundy have been riveted by the tale of Big Dee Dee, a rare LOUS or Lobster of Unusual Size.

Indeed, at a strapping ten kilos and old enough to vote in human elections, Big Dee Dee was unquestionably the king (or queen…I didn’t look that closely, I must admit) of the ocean floor. Until s/he was caught, that is. Caught and put up for auction like a common slave. The biggest bid came from a mysteriously nameless Ontario organization and is this the right time (yes, yes it is) to tell you that my father used to make a pretty penny back in the Seventies shuttling semi-comatose lobsters from the Maritimes to Toronto on condition he not look inside more than the top case, as the coke and pot were packed in between lobsters on the lower levels.

Seafood, particularly live seafood, confuses the dogs’s noses, you see. That’s why every time you see mixed seafood on sale at T&T you can bet that Hastings is going to be wild that night; they can take a bath on the price of the seafood, as it is incidental to the profitability of the actual cargo.

Mysteriously nameless Ontario organization, but we can be pretty sure it wasn’t the Boy Scouts offering a cool five thousand for the meaty crustacean. And, indeed, they would have had their wanton way with Dee Dee, had it not been for Vancouverite and vegetarian Laura-Leah Shaw and her two anonymous Eastern backers, who made a counteroffer of $3000 and hella publicity. It looked as if the lobster were saved, that Dee Dee would once again crawl and flit in the turbid, reversable waters of The Bay of Fundy.

But it was not to be.

t’s bittersweet news for Big Dee-Dee, a 10-kilogram lobster, as the creature has avoided a butter bath on a dinner plate, but won’t be heading back to the ocean anytime soon after all.

Instead, Big Dee-Dee is destined for a coastal New Brunswick marine facility…

Breau said on Sunday that he’s decided he’ll instead be giving the lobster to the Huntsman Marine Science Centre in St. Andrews.

“I thought about it for quite a few hours but I thought it’s best for business to do it like this,” Breau said. “No bitter feelings.”

Au contraire. To those faceless, nameless Ontarians, it leaves a distinctly sour aftertaste. I hope that’s one fisherman who doesn’t end up swimming with the fishes.

Ten-Tentacle Treats!

Ah, who doesn’t love finger foods? With my birthday just a wee tad over one slim month away, I’ve been looking around for suitable refreshments for my Friki Tiki birthday party (goth/tiki, you’re all invited! Bring booze!) And here we have just the thing: first up, Lochmann’s caramel-filled cuttlefish from Dr Boli‘s smorgasbord of demented delights:

Lochmann\'s Caramel Cuttlefish

If that doesn’t satisfy your craving for cephalopods and/or creepy-crawlies (is hyphenated, yes? no? but yes?), try a few of these, from the kitschy kitchen of Tacky Raccoons:

Squid Sickles, all the rage in Rlyeh

Scorpion Sickles are a bit sharp

Bone A Pet Tit!

When Seafood Goes Bad

This is a subject with which I have an intimate degree of familiarity, so I do not hesitate to post this explosive photo here. I can has immodium?

kitten

Paging Gérard de Nerval!

As we at the ol’ raincoaster blog understand it, Spring is late in coming to parts of the world, and in such times our thoughts go always to those more primitive, dependent species: cephalopods, crustaceans, and government contractors.

Alas, we do not know, for it is not recorded, what became of the famed lobster of Gérard de Nerval, but we would not be at all surprised to discover it still lumbering mournfully around Paris, seeking its owner and the subtle secrets that only dreams can tell

But what if it’s chilly? Does this living national treasure of Symboilist Symbolist Poetry shivver in the chill miasma rising off the Seine? I shudder to think it.

Behold, the solution:

Lobster Sweater