It’s beautiful. If it had more lesbian sex, I’d give it an Oscar.
(via BoingBoing)
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
…except for the reminder of all of the surveillance cameras my parents used to keep me out of trouble.
The latest special t-shirt from woot is this one:
I don’t think they’ll last long so you better get your order in fast.
Woot seems to track their sales stats closely; I wonder if there is a significant preference for cephalopods on shirts over, say, flowers or trios of wolves or something.
Uh-oh. It turns out that Iowa is even more remote from the ocean than Minnesota (we at least have a great lake connecting us to the Atlantic, sorta), and it’s darned hard to find an Iowa-Cephalopod connection. Except, of course, that once upon a time the great inland sea stretched up this way, and mighty ammonoids would have been swimming about my hotel room. Oh, well, in honor of our absent shelled cephalopods, here’s a nautilus.
It’s going to take an awful lot of global warming and some major geological activity to submerge Iowa again, you know.
I’m on a small island in the middle of a great big ocean full of exotic and beautiful invertebrates. It feels good.
I find it very disturbing that some artist managed to penetrate the layers of security and multiple deadly traps to produce illustrations of my inner sanctum. The alert level has been increased and security enhanced, so other interlopers should beware. Further breaches will not be tolerated.
