Friday Cephalopod: Self portrait

It’s the last day of classes, after a very long and agonizing semester, and this guy looks how I feel: stressed, with gnashy tentacles and a livid complexion. I feel for any students who come to my office with questions about the final — I’m straining to be nice and helpful, but what I really want to do is rampage through the ocean shredding everything I meet.

OK, deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths. I will get through this day. Just dream of Squidmas, all will be well.

(via Arkive)

Comments

  1. Maureen Brian says

    I think we should start recruiting gnomes to help you with this horrendous workload. Walton seems to have a surplus of them at the moment.

  2. Sastra says

    Ah, you remind me of my busy schedule: I have to get out my ‘Squidmas’ cards (yes, I bought them and yes, they are adorable.)

    I think I ought to start getting around to it next week. Argh, the work!

  3. says

    PZ Myers:

    I’m straining to be nice and helpful, but what I really want to do is rampage through the ocean shredding everything I meet.

    I believe the appropriate response is to throw ink over them, and then flee in the confusion.

  4. DLC says

    I can see it now. . . the Evil Professor Myers, in his evil office, glowering evilly at any undergrad fool enough to put their head into his office.
    From behind a stack of papers : “Go ‘way!, Grading! ”

    Soon it will be Newtonmas, and you can hoist a hot rum punch with the rest of us, and wave a baby-shaped cookie at your neighbors, while hugging your wife with a couple other tentacles.