This from Neatorama:

This is Aaron Gregory, singer/guitarist of the band Giant Squid. I also work at the AQUARIUM OF THE BAY in San Francisco as a profe[s]sional diver. Today (6-27-08) a man who has been installing video equipment at the aquarium for the last several days, popped into our husbandry office and asked if we could possibly identify a “creature” that his friend, who works on an oil rig, caught on tape from an ROV. He described a manta ray like thing with 30ft tentacles!! He wasn’t far off as you can see for your self. It doesn’t get much more alien than this. I just identified it as belonging to the species Magnapinna, or Big Fin squid, though this one is more commonly known as the Long Arm Squid. They get as big as 5 meters! Take special note of the depth! 7828ft. Enjoy everyone!!

Dear mother of god, that thing looks like it was built by HR Giger.

I want to claim this story for my own, but really it is my friend Anna’s.

Late last week she was riding the peak hour 112 tram down Brunswick Street into the city en route to work. It was about 8am, the tram was packed. She was sitting in a four-seater booth going backwards, there was a man in the adjacent booth, sitting in the same seat as her, only on the other side of the tram, next to the window (can you picture it?). Anna’s booth was full, two people to each seat. The man, a rather unsavoury fellow of about 30, wearing tracksuit pants, was sitting next to a woman reading a book, no one dared sit opposite him.

Then, all of a sudden, the man gets to his feet, moves to the empty seat opposite him, pulls his trackies down and proceeds to take a dump on the tram upholstery. He doesn’t hover above the seat to allow for the poo, he just shits all over himself and the seat, and doesn’t even flinch. He then rises and turns to see the mess he has created, wipes his dirty faece-covered bum across the seat, pulls his scummy pants back up and returns to his original seat next to the woman engrossed in her book.

Immediately the stench is release and the surrounding 10-15 people can smell what has happened and leave the tram at the next stop. The next tram is not far behind, and the shocked passengers (my friend included), board the next tram. Several stops later there is a hold up ahead. The tram in front is being evacuated due to the tram poo – the tram driver of the defecated tram having to drive his empty tram into the city alone.

Sourced have since revealed that there is in fact a serial-shitter who frequently poos on trams in Melbourne. But what is even more disconcerting for any public transport user, is that perhaps the seat you sit on tomorrow on your way to work will have once been sullied by the serial tram poo man. Beware and take care.

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I’m just gonna post this and you can make your own mind up.

You probably have heard of John K (John Kricfalusi to his parents). He created Ren & Stimpy, amongst other things. He knows a lot about animation. I mean, he really knows a lot about animation. And, like what seems like 75% of humanity, he has a blog. Except, his blog is really, really good. He actually teaches you things about animation, and gets you to look at familar things (like Sylvester the Cat running after a can opener) in an entirely new way. He goes into very precise and illuminating detail about the “how” and “why” of animation, not just the “what”.

http://johnkstuff.blogspot.com/

The indomitable David Sedaris on undecided voters in the upcoming US Election:

To put [undecided voters] in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it by my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”

To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.

Very sad to learn that this extremely talented man has passed on. He was part of the animation team at Shynola which created amazing muisc videos for special bands. Prime example:

Ok, the story goes like this: In 1935, a book was published called The Secret Museum of Mankind. It bore no author, or credits, or even page numbers. Only a publisher: Manhattan House. It featured nearly a thousand bizarre and fascinating anthropological photographs collected by explorers in the late 19th and early 20th century. The photographs are extraordinary. They come from a time before the mass homogenisation and Westernifaction of culture, before mass communication and transport started scrubbing away at the indescribable array of diverse tribal cultures.

Then there are the captions that accompany the photographs. They have a strange mix of breathless awe and haughty condescension that is nearly as entertaining as the photographs themselves.

And, wouldn’t you know it, someone has put THE ENTIRE BOOK up online. (I love the internet.)

Abstract animation from some Germanians called Zeitguised. Imagine Stanley Kubrick, John Maeda and MC Escher hanging out in a room together. What kind of room would that be? A kitchen?

Anyway, watch it here.