We’re a long time coming with the announcement of the winners of our first OctoB-Side Coloring Contest. There’s good reasons for that, of course: on my part, I point to a conspicuous doner kebab and the subsequent spool of intestines slithering beneath my chair, gaseously spurting any time I eat. Eliza, on the other hand, has been boot stomping in the streets in a crusade against Xenu; Qais has been trying to grow a luxurious moustache and, failing that, been gluing dreadlocks of pubic hair to his upper lip; and finally, Ross has been indulging in a talmudic orgy of baby eating for which his people are known.

But those are all tertiary excuses. The real reason judging took so long is because each and every entry we received was an utterly perfect work of art, a unique snowflake made up of chromatic suckers and writhing limbs. You all deserve Cthulhus. Unfortunately, we must pick three, if only to save on shipping.

And The Winners Are…

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The end is extremely fucking nigh, intrepid Ectonauts. Nearly a month ago we enlisted your assistance in the indoctrination of your peers and the opportunity to show off your glistening right brain with the announcement of Ectomo’s Broadside distribution and Octobee coloring contest. Everyone promptly forgot about the contest and I began construction on a papier-mache rocket ship to get us off this stinking mudball and start a tentacle based sex cult on Mars. Imagine our disappointment at the discovery that papier-mache doesn’t stand up to space flight quite as well as we’d all hoped; it turns out we’re Earth bound for the time being.

Yet our crushing disappointment at another missed opportunity to wear a spacesuit 24/7 means glittering prizes for you and yours! Monday January 28th we will announce the winner of Ectomo’s Octobee coloring and Broadside distribution contest. You still have a week to color an Octobee and cover your city with Broadsides via crop duster so set your hands to scribblin’. Send us all your completed Octobees and proof of B-side distribution and we’ll announce a winner next week. Check out the glorious works of your punctual comrades at the EctoFlickr. Good luck!

Octobee [Thanks, Shin Rhys!]

By now, all of the ectodrooglings have seen our triumphant first salvo into the respectable print medium: the broadside.

Our xeroxed b-sides have been taped to countless telephone polls, where they have quickly transformed into mushy, unreadable pulp. What omniscient mind can count the number of drunk New Year’s Eve revelers that, taking a break from barfing and booyeahing to visit the toilet, have found their minds edified on the nature of toxoplasmosis even as they micturate? For that matter, how many hobos have wiped themselves with our pompous musings? Three? Four? One thing is clear: the b-side is a triumphant symbol of ectomo’s value as a whole.

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