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| Friday |
the Twentieth of February, 2004 |
Squid
takes photograph of self, curling its tentacles around the controls
of a passing deep-sea camera, and, yes, managing to look like a bit like
a terrorist. Maybe this is the direction that giant squid
photography should be heading in - the world's squid experts
still
haven't managed to film any, and Steve O'Shea still hasn't
unleashed his squid pheremones.
Although he is attempting to raise
giant squid in captivity, admirably, to a maximum of ten feet. "I certainly don't think I want to get in a tank with anything larger than that."
says the Australian O'Shea, which presumably rules out his becoming
a deep-sea Steve Irwin. A shame.
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| Wednesday |
the Eighteenth |
The trend for casual, bloodless decapitation in television
adverts is beginning to unnerve me - the
Fosters "don't lose your head" and
teacher recruitment's "use your head" campaigns last year, and now a
new head-teleporting advert for Tunes. Is this boring old ad-agency
poaching, or were there breakthroughs in digital headlessness technology
last year?
(Relatedly, I think I've finally worked out what the blue, furry,
unnervingly headless hug monster in the Cup-a-Soup
adverts has been naggingly reminding me of - it's clearly a Small,
Furry Creature from Alpha Centauri.)
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