Shelley had her weird cake article, but it failed to include this bizarre masterpiece.
I can’t quite imagine why a cephalopod would want to do that, when there are so many attractive molluscs in the sea.
I believe I’ve shown this video here before, but it’s pretty, so look at it again.
However, Our Descent into Madness asks whether this is “magical or gross”. You all know the correct answer.
Neither!
It’s beautiful and entirely, gloriously, perfectly NATURAL.
This is a photo of a Mr Potatohead stuffed with fish, and an octopus gnawing the tasty treat out of its head.
I just want to know who has been leaking our training and conditioning procedures from the submarine labs. Do we have a mole in the organization?
This is a kind of cephalart quickie, two images that are perfect for Pharyngula. If I had rooms here I’d hang them in ornate frames surrounded by expensive lighting.
Here is the patron saint of Pharyngula, St Architeuthis, by Skot Olsen.
This one is so beautiful it brings a tear to me eye; the only way it could be improved is if it were painted on black velvet. Here’s a test: I can’t name all the people seated at da Vinci’s Last Supper, but I can name every one in this picture. Can you?
Doesn’t this just ruin your day? A cephalopod is featured on Cute Overload. The comments will give you hyperglycemia.
Really, Tikistitch finds the weirdest stuff, but I still think I want one. Even if it is rather impractical — in this part of the world, we seem to go from frolicking naked in the heat to requiring multiple layers of down and fabric to survive, so these items for in-between temperatures don’t see a lot of use.
I’ve been informed by Greta Christina that I’ve been beaten to the punch: the best title ever is already taken.
Happiness Is a Squishy Cephalopod(amzn/b&n/abe/pwll).
It’s so true, and I’m going to have to pick up a copy of that one.
