Look at this card a reader wrote me about. It’s a sweet, cute, innocent card, perfect for Cephalopodmas.
On the other hand—O Great Old Ones, this is so horrid I shudder to mention it—another reader sent me an ad. An ad so ghastly, I won’t put it on the front page here…you’ll have to click through to see it. If you’re squeamish or delicate of constitution, do not read the rest of this post. The War on Cephalopodmas is on.
Yikes! See the look of shock and pain in the poor octopus’s eyes, as the drunk Scot loaded down with all the wet wool skewers him? Dewar’s is definitely not the drink we’ll be toasting each other with on Cephalopodmas Eve, that’s for sure.
I don’t know. I think the card (or stamp) is much more disturbing.
Friends, check this out:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/deepak-chopra/the-god-delusion-part-2_b_34360.html
An excellent critique of the materialistic world view of Richard Dawkins.
The octopus may be down, but he’s not out. I think in a moment he’ll have the Scotsman by the sporran, if you know what I mean…
Oh boy, another entry for my filter file!
Not you Apikoros, the one before you.
Well you’re obviously not gonna drink that: it’s a blend. ;-)
Dewars is for beginners. Single malt is where it’s at daddio.
Keep your mystical BS guru to yourself.
I’ll stick to the real world.
What’s wrong with a pickled octopus … oh, oh I see.
I agree; Dewar’s is for amateurs. It’s on the same shelf with Bailey’s.
And I’m hoping ChopraFan is being ironic.
Triple redundancy there, eh, PZ?
Maybe the octopus is sick and he’s just taking it’s temperature.
Hey, Bailey’s is good in coffee.
But I must agree that Dewars is not acceptable. Only Macallan 18-year here. Liquid gold.
I like the Islay and Speyside singles…
like me some top shelf bourbon too.
That Scot is not skewering the octopus. That ‘skewer’ is obviously an astrally projected beam of cephalokarma which the Scot it attempting to catch. Its clear who has the upper tentacle in this scene.
On the other hand, if you pretend that the octopus is Chopra, and the Scot is PZ skewering him with the speak of reason, it might be more palatable.
I’m afraid not. He spammed Orac’s Skeptic Circle post, too.
Hey, CF, if Chopraphilia turns you on, that’s fine. But could you keep it to the the relevant post?
Anyway, I will be toasting the Great Old Ones of R’lyeh with oyster shots at the local market. Though by that criterion it’s C-mas every week in Melbourne! (And I will console myself with the fact that the same fishermen who slaughtered all those beautiful squid will be eaten last…)
bla bla no true scotsman… something… poor octopus!
“C’mon, yeh wee octopus! You can start small, with this stick, and we’ll be havin’ yeh tossing a full-sized caber in no time!”
I’ll take the side that gives out the best calamari. I’m no hero. ;^)
His neighbors threw his pipes into the sea, and he thought that he’d found them again.
I can’t afford single-malts. :-( I do rather like some of the classic American whiskies like Jim Beam or Wild Turkey. (It’s also relevant that a “half-fifth” generally lasts me 3 months or more….)
On the other hand, I just got a bottle of Landy VSOP (cognac) for my birthday, and this stuff is nice!
Reminds me of the musical octopus whom his owner said could play anything. A scotsman hands him a set of bagpipes, saying “Let’s see yon beastie play these.” The octopus spends the next ten minutes just moving the pipes about with his tentacles. “I thocht ye could play onything!” laughs the scotsman.
“Play it?” says the octopus,”I’m going to make love to it – as soon as I can work out how to take her tartan pyjamas off!”
Chopraphilia. AWESOME.
Deacon Barry, you missed the rule-of-threes setup. :)
This is actually a warning against the horrors of drinking BLENDED scotch ….
You’ll be much better off if you drink a really good single malt: Talisker/Tobermory/Oban/Springbank/Jura/Laphroig/Port Ellen/Scapa come to mind…..
Tsk tsk… a pink nekkid cephalopod in thigh highs…
Now, now, before everyone starts attacking those of us who play pipes and wear the kilt, what you have there is a Drum Major. You know, the guy that wanders in front of the pipe band carrying an enormous baton otherwise known as a mace. The bottom of the mace is clearly shown and clearly not puncturing a precious member of the cephalopod family. The innocently bystanding octopus is merely exhibiting the somewhat shocked look we would all give the D/M who was willingly mussing (not to mention soaking) his uniform. D/M’s are known to be rather fussy about their appearance, you see. And I’ll refrain from telling the old “bagpipes/octopus” joke here….
I was so all over that when it happened. The cephalopods have taken over production on the low-lying lands, and Global Warming is only to ensure their eventual ascention to the heights of Glenmorangie, etc.