No, no, no, no!
I live, what, 500 metres from the Melbourne Museum (ah, but in which direction, stalker-types?), and I missed the public dissection of the giant squid?
Oh, had I but seen The Dark Knight at the IMAX, I might have seen the announcement. I blame Avi.
I also blame you, Gus Steph, for no reason more compelling than that you should have known knew about this.
I also blame the annoying people living above me who are either hammering or repeatedly dropping something at 10:30 at night. I’m giving blogging a go, since reading about Alaskan Jews (pretty sure I can be describing only one book here) is becoming difficult through the red mist of rage.
I also blame Itunes, which is on a Green Day kick. 6400 songs in my Itunes, 20 of them Green Day. Second one in 30 minutes. Shuffle, my ass. And now onto the second Unicorns song in the same time period. Seriously.
But back to the squid.
First, the researchers learned that it was a girl. And then I learned that I do not want to be reincarnated as a female squid:
Male giant squids have a penis of one-and-a-half metres, which they use like a nail gun, with the sperm placed under the skin of the females in their tentacles and head, Dr Norman said.
I’m tolerant, but that is a dating no-no in my book.
Also the multiple locations implies several different… nailings. I imagine female giant squid must be even more dubious than female lions. (And that’s the kind of knowledge a childhood of PBS nature shows yields.)
I feel like, “I have a headache,” probably doesn’t adequately cover the desire not to have sperm injected into your head.
So, in lieu of squid dissection, the most exciting part of my day was learning that the sushi place next to Sinbad’s will make you salmon handrolls without mayonnaise.
Actually, that information is probably more vital than anything I would have learned at the Museum. I don’t know what it is, but I find Vegemite is preferable to the mayonnaise here.
To sum up - see what distractions do to my writing (and thought process)?
Giant Squid a Huge Attraction [The Age]