Whatever you do, don’t listen to the song.

It’s the Holotypic Occlupanid Research Group. “Occlupanid”, in case you weren’t familiar with the lingo, is the taxonomic term for bread ties, those little plastic clips used to close up plastic bread sacks. There is more than you ever wanted to know about bread ties at that link.
It’s actually rather thought provoking: it’s an entire classification scheme for a trivial industrial widget.
Here’s his latest.
Also remember, Aron Ra, DPR Jones, Lone Frank, and I will be on the Magic Sandwich Show tomorrow at 8pm GMT, live from Dublin. Tune in!
“Caturday”? What is this “Caturday” frippery I see on various blogs today? It seems to consist entirely of photos and video clips of small furry predators in repose or at play, and it’s not very interesting. Let us try something more stimulating.
The “ooh”ing and “aah”ing and “how cute!”ing may now commence from the gallery. You may also choose to watch it in HD. Watch it multiple times — it’s beautiful. My favorite part is when the spider enfolds her prey in her long elegant legs and injects it with enzymes that cause its organs to melt.
Don’t talk to me about cats. Cats will be interesting when spiders are big enough to catch them.
Or perhaps they would be more exciting if there had been Cambrian kittens, and we could imagine them meeting Anomalocaris. A new specimen has been discovered from the Ordovician, so the temporal gap has closed a little bit, at least.

Now that should stir feelings of love and affection in your breast. Is the oxytocin flowing yet? Would it help if I scribble “LOL” or various adorably ungrammatical phrases on the picture?
No, it will not. You will love it without anthropomorphic aids, please. Now.

The Visible Man. The Visible Dog. The Visible Head. The Visible Horse. The Visible Cow. The Visible V8 Engine. My favorite, The Visible Woman, which taught me that under their clothes, women were glassy smooth and transparent. I had all those model kits when I was a kid, but one thing I never had was The Visible Frog. Now I could collect the real thing, if I lived in the Congo.

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You all follow Creature Cast, I presume, and have already seen the story of the strangler fig, but I’ll just echo it here anyway.
