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  1. H. Humbert says

    I just wanted to be the first to comment on this copy BECAUSE it will probably be the one deleted. Beat that, nihilists!

  8. says

    It was Cephalopodmas, and all through the blogs
    Not a writer was stirring–all sleeping like logs.
    Each blogosphere-dweller, from Orac to PZ
    Was all bundled up and just taking it easy.
    Their prone, sleeping forms, that might well have been granite
    Slept through the most wonderful tale on the planet!
    For all ‘cross the globe, from the oceans and seas,
    All the cephalopods, just as nice as you please,
    Took a break from their lurking in kelps and in corals
    To visit the houses of people with morals.
    (Ironic, you think? If they hadn’t been sleeping,
    The bloggers would be so much happier peeping,
    And witnessing all of this marvelous night.
    Well, now that I write of it… next year, they might.)

    Much more here

  9. HP says

    And there were in the same country surfers, abiding on the beach, waxing their boards by night.

    And lo, the cuttlefish of the Deep came upon them, and the glory of the Deep shone round about them: and they were majorly freaked, and cried out Dude! and Whoa.

    And the cuttlefish said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great awesomeness, which shall be to all dudes. For unto you is born this day in the city of R’lyeh a Squid, which is Cthulhu the Old One.

  11. David Marjanović, OM says

    And the cuttlefish said unto them, Fear not:

    …for, behold, ’tis no use. It doesn’t change anything.

  12. David Marjanović, OM says

    And the cuttlefish said unto them, Fear not:

    …for, behold, ’tis no use. It doesn’t change anything.

  15. PoxyHowzes says

    Apologies to Cuttlefish, the Poet Laureate. A repost from something I did a few weeks ago.

    It’s the night of the Squidmas,
    And all through the sea
    Celaphopods stir, all
    Tentacularly.

    While off on the shore
    With the squidsox all hung,
    The squidwassail drunk,
    And the squidcarols sung,

    Mamma in her kerchief
    And I in my cap,
    Are settling down for a
    Long Squidmas nap.

    When off in the ocean
    The start of a swell
    A rising and gathering
    Wave does foretell.

    Almost Noachian
    Size it will be.
    A wave bringing Squidmas
    To you and to me.

    It swirls and it whirls
    And it turns and it churns,
    And it rises and deepens
    As shoreward it yearns.

    And then, at its crest,
    With a soft luminescence
    The first squid of Squidmas
    Announces its presence.

    Now there are two squid
    Now four, and now eight;
    Now dozens, now thousands
    Of squid all await,

    This day of all days.
    In the wave’s frothy swelling,
    They celebrate Squidmas
    With octonowelling.

    And then, in a twinkling
    The wave gathers force
    It broadens, it lengthens,
    Sets forth on its course:

    To the edge of the ocean!
    To shore! To the strand!
    To the dune! To the marshes,
    Sweep over the land!

    ********

    And the wave with its cargo
    Of glorious squid
    Swept over the Earth,
    But no damage it did!

    And yet in each home
    Where the squidsox were hung,
    The squidwassail drunk,
    And the squidcarols sung,

    The squid in their wave
    Left a present, you know:
    A gem of the ocean
    In each squidsock toe.

    So hark to the squid
    In the wave as they pass:
    Saying “Good night to all,
    And a happy Squidmas!”

  19. says

    I just wanted to be the first to comment on this copy BECAUSE it will probably be the one deleted. Beat that, nihilists!

    Why bother?