Giant Squid Couture

Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely and talented Bai Ling, modelling cephalopod couture from the House of Archie:

Bai Ling Squid Dress

The Architeuthis BaiLing is one of the larger invertebrates. Its breeding habits are not known (except perhaps to Charlie Sheen and the Wilson Brothers), although the presence of cameras stimulates it to display both primary and secondary sexual characteristics. It is nocturnal, and appears to feed only infrequently.

Yes, I stole it from Go Fug Yourself, but the writeup wasn’t much better than mine, so instead I’ll link you to the funniest thing they’ve ever written. Thank me later, after you’ve wiped the tears from your eyes and cleaned off that mess on your chair.

Obituary: Luna

Luna

 

That’s what you get for hanging around with sailors.

 

 Luna, the Nootka Sound orca who was friendlier than a barfull of hookers at closing time has died. He was getting too chummy with a tugboat, and the propellers got him. The captain is, understandably, distraught. No word on how the locals are taking it, although given that they believed Luna to be the reincarnation of their dead chief, it can perhaps be guessed at.

 

“There’s really no blame,” said Ford, referring to the fact Luna loved playing with boats of any kind and seemed able to keep safe. By 2004, Luna’s affection for boats and float planes became a hazard. Fisheries officials tried to relocate him down the coast to reunite him with his pod, but local aboriginal people protested. The Mowaat-Muchalaat First Nation believe Luna to embody the spirit of their dead chief who died just days before Luna appeared. Luna was familiar with the General Jackson and went out to meet it, and got sucked into the propellers, and was killed immediately.

Now they’re working for the Intelligent Design lobby

From Fortean Times which I am nice enough to credit even though they banned me from their forum, but I’m so over that!

Completely.

 

Charles Fort Books

 

10 March In 1974

Lieutenant Hiroo Onoda of the Japanese army stopped fighting World War II. He dismissed the leaflets announcing the end of the war as American propaganda and remained in considerable discomfort on the tiny Philippine island of Lubang on which he had been marooned. Two years later, Shoichi Yokoi turned up in a cave on Guam, and another Japanese veteran was found in Indonesia in 1974. In December 1989, two Japanese civil engineers, who had been fighting with the communist guerrillas in Malaya since 1945, gave themselves up.

Big Loser

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present Patrick Deuel.

Patrick Deuel

I guess it’s People Who Shouldn’t Breed Day in the ol’ raincoaster blog, eh?

There is a tenderly written account of Patrick’s personal journey from the weight of a Percheron cross to the weight of a Harley Davidson here. I note that, however delicate and PC its tone, the link is called “Fatman” on the CBC website, nicely highlighting the difference between the American and Canadian approach to writing about morbidly obese people; ie here it’s okay to make fun of them if you don’t think they’ll notice. Nice.

Give him this link. Let no one accuse me of closetation!

 

A Nebraska man who once weighed 1072 pounds has dropped another 81 pounds in surgery that removed a chunk of fat, skin and fluids hanging from his waist. Patrick Deuel, 43, weighed in at 400 pounds after the operation on Tuesday at a hospital in Sioux Falls, S.D. Doctors performed the surgery because the extra flesh made it hard for Deuel to walk.

Chyeah, not like the other 400 they left. The doctors are all excited because before he used to be too fat to exercise. And how do they think he got that way, hmmmmm? I’m sure he’ll be doing marathons in no time and recording videos with Kathy Smith. And if you believe me, I’ve got some oceanfront property in Saskatchewan for sale.

Deuel weighed 1,072 pounds and was dying of heart failure when he checked into the hospital in Sioux Falls in June 2004. Before he entered the facility, he hadn’t left his home in seven years and was so big that workers had to cut a hole in his bedroom wall to get him out.

Which brings to mind the words of the prophet David Letterman.

Skinny people are bringing this guy food.

Just stop!

Problem solved.

Nerd Mating Rituals: “Lover’s Cup”

So, who thinks this is a good idea?

Unquestionably, this matched set of wirelessly synchronized, web-enabled Big Gulp-scale blinkenlite Frankentumblers will help nerds bond with each other.

I say again, Who thinks this is a good idea?

I suppose, when faced with the alternative (allowing them to bond and potentially reproduce in meatspace), this appears pretty innocuous. “Hey,” the Freudians all say, “Let’s help these poor, sex-deprived geeks get their virtual freak on.” But why? And besides, those Freudians are pretty strange, too.

Lovers cups

I suppose it’ll keep them in their basements and off the streets. I suppose it’ll prevent them from searching for the meaning of life and becoming cultists. I suppose it will keep them out of the Irish Heather, sparing me the necessity of eviscerating them when they drool at my chest and try to impress me with their ability to recite all the captains of the Starship Enterprise, backwards.

Someone once said it was nice of Mr. And Mrs. Thomas Carlyle to marry each other “and thus make only two, rather than four people miserable.” So in that sense, nerd bonding could be a good thing. It’ll keep them in their own end of the gene pool, for one thing.

But I think God invented WoW to keep their minds off sex. Because nothing on Planet Earth has been responsible for as many missed opportunities as this single game; it is the highest and purest form of contraception ever invented, as well as the most precisely targeted, and for that we can all give thanks. There are zeta males and females everywhere, rocking monitor tans and not knowing what they are missing, and it’s better that than having them throw off the soma and suddenly realize that The Matrix was neither fictive nor involuntary.

The Lover’s cups will glow when your lover is drinking. When both of you are drinking at the same time, both of the Lover’s Cups glow and celebrate this virtual kiss.

But, I ask, is there potential for betrayal and senseless drama?

You bet! Ah, suddenly, things are looking up.

When one’s Lover’s Cup meets with another cup by toasting, two of them will become a pair of Lover’s Cups until one of them toasts with other cups.

“You’re toast,” takes on a whole new meaning.

I note with some interest that the cups not only light up, but vibrate as well. I’m wondering if, as with Starbucks stainless steel travel tumblers, consumer demand will result in slimmer, longer models. “Let’s do that again! Again! AGAIN!”

Ew. Just ew. And while we’re on the topic, watch where you’re putting that dataglove.

Why do you think they make plastic keyboard covers?