Here’s the first volley of cephalopod recognition posts I’ve received. Do send me more, and I’ll put them up later. Do me a favor and put “Cephalopod Awareness” in your subject line so I can sort them out more easily.
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The blog that kicked this all off, Cephalopodcast, has a vintage octopus wrestling video. I remember my dating days, too. It’s even from the Pacific Northwest, and that guy has a classic Seattle Scandihoovian accent.
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Somebody has found their way to the inner sanctum of the cephalopod lords, and returned with pictures. Yes, it’s true: cephalopod worship, for some reason, involves scantily clad women.
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Wait a minute…eating cephalopods? No scantily clad ladies for you, Rick.
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The Other 95% has a collection of squid links and a video of schooling squid.
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Peter Metrinko sends a poem:
Today we sing a love ballade
To the majestic cephalopod
True, they may look quite odd
But judge them not by their façade
The eyes that grace their lovely bod
Have photoreceptors like a rod
More worth our passion than some jihad
Waged for some fictitious god
Today we cast a loving nod
Towards the lovely cephalopod -
See them in their natural environment! Here are some diving photos.
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Check out the trailer for “The Future is Wild”: land squid! I think the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus site already did this.
I saw some people on Facebook changing their profile pictures into cephlapods…
A word in favour of dried squid…
One of my students used to bring bags of shredded dried squid to lab meeting. I was the only one who would eat it, and I did find it rather addictive. A bit like squid-flavoured chewing gum, but once the flavour was gone you could swallow it and reach for another piece.
Nutrition-wise I suspect it’s mainly collagen – how else could it be so tough?
Nearly forgot – here’s a cool video of a cuttlefish preparing to attack his own video image at an aquarium… and his friends come over to help out!
“Peter the Pirate Squid!”
Where’s Davy the Pirate Squid, then?
(Oh, right. He’s an octopus.)
cephalopod worship, for some reason, involves scantily clad women.
Well, clothes would get caught in their beaks…