Did anybody else notice that yesterday was Ten Eleven Twelve, as in 10/11/12? I didn’t until I had to complete a form, standing in the Pest Office. Lord I hate that place. “Going postal” actually means, “becoming catatonic.”
I never imagined it was possible to identify (sorry: eye-dentify?) with a large ocean-dwelling life form, but this story has me sympathetically wincing:
MIAMI – It’s not that body parts never wash ashore on Florida beaches. But usually it’s not an eye the size of a softball.
State wildlife officials are trying to determine the species of a blue eyeball found by a man Wednesday at Pompano Beach, north of Fort Lauderdale….They put the eyeball on ice so it can be analyzed at the Florida Fish and Wildlife Research Institute in St. Petersburg.
Agency spokeswoman Carli Segelson says the eyeball likely came from a marine animal, since it was found on a beach. Possible candidates include a giant squid, a whale or some type of large fish. — philly.com
There’s been a lot going on, but ever since I read this post at SFDB, the air has gone out of my sails. Made me go postal (sense #2).