LOOKS LIKE WE GOT OUT OF OREGON JUST IN TIME
...to escape the Squid Invasion.
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I escaped just in time, too.
It was 1982.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | October 21, 2008 at 09:36 AM
Fried Calamari WBAGNFARB, and dinner.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | October 21, 2008 at 09:39 AM
Any word on the French?
Posted by: Siouxie | October 21, 2008 at 09:46 AM
The eyes are the best part. I'll have to remember that.
Posted by: Steve Haller | October 21, 2008 at 09:50 AM
"[They] make great crab bait, and some were even found alive, which makes for good eating."
Sure. Who could turn down a platter of live squid?
Posted by: Danny | October 21, 2008 at 09:57 AM
OT
RIP Mr. Blackwell
/OT
Posted by: Steve Haller | October 21, 2008 at 10:01 AM
Might make for even more interesting pants-companion discussion than frozen shrimp, i.e., "is that a Humbolt squid in your pocket or are you just_________________?"
Come to think of it, nearly any sea-critter-containing pants makes for interesting conversation.
Posted by: diverdowndoc | October 21, 2008 at 10:04 AM
... channeling Mr. Blackwell?
Sorry, didn't mean to directly follow that!
Let's all toast with a snarky mimosa in his honor.
Posted by: diverdowndoc | October 21, 2008 at 10:07 AM
Got dynamite? Or maybe just some large M-80s? ..bruce..
Posted by: bfwebster | October 21, 2008 at 10:09 AM
“Eating something dead off the beach is never a healthy thing to do,”
Now you tell me.
Posted by: fivver | October 21, 2008 at 10:09 AM
it's a fine line between invasion and infestation.
Posted by: crossgirl | October 21, 2008 at 10:09 AM
*reads ddd's post*
*thinks 'blowfish'*
*goes for more coffee*
Posted by: fivver | October 21, 2008 at 10:18 AM
Now who's gonna tell the rich and famous that they look crap?
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | October 21, 2008 at 10:21 AM
fivver- Ouch.
Posted by: diverdowndoc | October 21, 2008 at 10:24 AM
Life's a beach, and then you fry.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | October 21, 2008 at 10:26 AM
More marinara, por favor...
Posted by: Siouxie | October 21, 2008 at 10:36 AM
First to never look at seagulls the same again.
Posted by: Margaritaville | October 21, 2008 at 10:41 AM
When the Seaside Aquarium crew first arrived at Fort Stevens, at the Wreck of the Peter Iredale, manager Keith Chandler and education specialist Tiffany Boothe their bodies were already well picked upon by seagulls.
I would think people being attacked by gulls is a bigger news story than the dead squid...
Posted by: frodolives | October 21, 2008 at 10:44 AM
This story was more fun to read when I substituted Florida beaches for Oregon's, and winter tourists for squid.
Posted by: CJrun | October 21, 2008 at 10:51 AM
Damn straight, Frodo!
Posted by: Tippi Hedren | October 21, 2008 at 10:57 AM
“Eating something dead off the beach is never a healthy thing to do,” Chandler said.
Unless you're a seagull, apparently.
Posted by: ScottMGS | October 21, 2008 at 11:05 AM
"If you found a dead possum on the road, would you eat it?"
Is he kidding? Apparently, he's never been to West Virginia. Don't they know about roadkill chili in Oregon?
Posted by: Wally Ballou | October 21, 2008 at 11:26 AM
Personally I'm guessing this kid had something to do with the squid invasion...
He has some strange ideas about Science Fairs too. Maybe Dave and Ridley should let him help out...
Posted by: Steve Haller | October 21, 2008 at 11:32 AM
Just as long as nobody gets the bright idea to blow them up to get rid of them...
Posted by: Chris | October 21, 2008 at 11:38 AM
Thinks about Chris's comment....*blows out fuse to dynamite*
Posted by: Cheryl Howard (in Oregon) | October 21, 2008 at 12:24 PM
“It was the best thing to happen to the seagulls since McDonald’s."
Umpteen paragraphs about seagulls eating squid eyeballs. Cue lunchtime on the East Coast!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 21, 2008 at 12:26 PM
Squid Commander: "Awwright, the invasion has begun! Everyone move out! Forward March!"
Radio: "Sir! Sir! The enemy has air support! We're getting slaughtered out here!"
Squid Commander: "Keep at it boys! We can take this beach! Forward March! Left, left, left, left, left, right, right, right, right, right!"
Posted by: Hammond Rye | October 21, 2008 at 12:39 PM
*Waves @ Hammie!*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 21, 2008 at 12:47 PM
*Snork* at Meanie - I would have said that - the phrase is similar to my catch phrase here at home - not in Oregon...
Posted by: Kathybear | October 21, 2008 at 12:50 PM
For judi. (WARNING on noise, aka bagpipe)
Do not try this at home. Do it where there are witnesses. :)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 21, 2008 at 12:58 PM
Here's lookin' at you, squid.
Posted by: C. Gull | October 21, 2008 at 01:14 PM
I'll have some fava beans and a nice chianti...
Posted by: Hannigull Lecter | October 21, 2008 at 01:22 PM
Oh, when the water cools down,
and chills your arms to blue.
And your beak gets so cold,
you wish you were a seafood stew.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
In a blanket of seagulls is where I'll be.
Under the boardwalk, down by the quay.
Under the boardwalk, I'll be rotting away.
Under the boardwalk, seagulls having their fill.
Under the boardwalk, I'll be lying so still.
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk.
Posted by: fivver | October 21, 2008 at 01:35 PM
Posted by: fivver | October 21, 2008 at 01:35 PM
Squid is another name for a person in the navy. Could this story be related to the shoes washing up on shore?
Posted by: Erb's Point | October 21, 2008 at 02:01 PM
A well I bless my soul
What's in this sand?
It's oozing like an overgrown pituitary gland
My friends say I'm jumpin' round like a nut
I'm in squids
They've all washed up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My feet are squishy and my toes are slimed
I can't seem to get this off of my mind
Who do you call when you have such muck?
It's these squids
They've all washed up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
Please don't ask me what's on my legs
I'm a little grossed out by these jelly-like dregs
When I'm near those squiggly cephalopods
My heart clenches into one big wad!
It touched my toes what a chill I got
The tentacles coated with a touch of rot
I'm sad to say this is so abrupt
It's these squids
They've all washed up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My gut gets tied when I try to walk
My insides shake and I wanna squawk
Theres only one cure for this hideous sprawl
Thats to have the seagulls pluck their white eyeballs!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | October 21, 2008 at 02:37 PM
um, ewww. but snork @ fivver.
Posted by: queensbee | October 21, 2008 at 05:26 PM
thicker than the gulls were the beach vendors shouting "cocktail sauce, tartar sauce."
Posted by: Cheesewiz | October 21, 2008 at 05:56 PM
Meanie, you are a genius. *general applause*
Posted by: SarcasmStar | October 21, 2008 at 10:04 PM
“Eating something dead off the beach is never a healthy thing to do,” Chandler said. “If you found a dead possum on the road, would you eat it?”
Soitanly! Eatin' offa da beach ain't healthy, but there ain't no roads on da beaches. nyuk nyuk
Posted by: Curly | October 22, 2008 at 01:12 PM