BLU’s Muto: animation on a public wall. Beautiful surely, but I couldn’t help but think about all the artwork he covered up to make it (I know, it’s a public wall, it comes with the territory.) Thanks to Ry-Tron and everyone else who sent this in!
Don’t you fucking dare post knitting patterns for Dr. Who characters. So sayeth the BBC, though most likely it was worded in a far more politely threatening manner filled with words contain superfluous “u”s. Thanks, August Moon!
Eliza put out a call for suggestions and the Ectomite Hive Mind responded with a bevy of bizarre links and nostalgic requests leaving us with a hodge-podge of old childhood favorites and surreal art-house films. Thanks to everyone who took the time to post and if you don’t see your contribution here, rest assured it will make an appearance in the very near future. Now, go Ectomomites! TO THE JUMP!
When life throws you a terrible curse in which you vomit squid, make calamari. Thanks, Michael!
Yeesh, lady, don’t play with your food. Set is NSFW. Thanks, Karenw!
The beautiful Anna Lucylle sent us a photo of her fantastic, Lovecraftian tattoo; as well as photos of it in its various stages. The ModBlog post contains a wonderfully heated, pedantic discussion on the correct pluralization of “octopus” as well.
It comes as no surprise that the unifying force between the constantly warring Octopi and their Squid cousins comes in the form of Japanese schoolgirls.
Is it art? I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that it appears to be a creature out of The Dark Crystal with huge, pendulous testes, hanging from gymnastics rings and covered in stick-pins. Yup, thanks John.
Abdopus aculeatus octopi lead a life of sex, murder, and gender obfuscation but only once. After that they die. Thanks to Jenny and everyone else who sent this one in!
Welcome your new cephalopod masters with a t-shirt. Thanks, Vinnchan.
Hikashu, who appears to have been Japan’s answer to the Talking Heads, sings “Puyo Puyo”. Thanks, bubliki!
The trailer for Angels and Idiots, a new film by animation god Bill Plympton. Thanks, Monkey!
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason the Ectomo staff is no longer welcome at the Seattle Aquarium. In their defense, it was my birthday, the little critters stare up at you like puppies in a pet store window, waggling their tentacles as adorably as a tentacle can be waggled (and depending on your peccadilloes that can be fairly adorable to say nothing of enticing).
For cephalophiles — those of us for whom the stray flickering of a sinuous tentacle across the screen is mirrored by a ghostly tentacle tugging in our laps — this composite by Rachel Blaser, simply titled “Octopus” is enough to blow out our accumbens nucleus like an egg tossed into the microwave. And for the rest of you, it should still be breath-taking.
There’s some mysterious story being told here, though I’m not sure what. Octopuses do not usually lissomely recline on outcroppings of rock. Is it a photograph of an octopus scooped up by a deep-sea tornado and deposited on some Himalayan mountain-top? Or does it reveal a strange parallel in evolution on some harsh alien world, as a silicon-based royal octopus regally bathes in mists of sulfuric acid, dreaming of worlds and Asiatic vaginas to conquer.
In sheer defiance of the World Wide Web Consortium's will, Ectomo was designed using a non-web-standard font. Luckily, it is included in the excellent font pack released by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which can be freely downloaded in Mac and PC formats here. Ectomo should still look fine without it, though.
