For example, last time I posted I mentioned my new wet/dry vac, and plans for renovating my basement. The Blogger Me of just a few months ago could have rattled on ad nauseum about it, but instead I simply threw it out there and let it go.
I tried to write a longer post about the county treaurer from Alcona County who spent all of the county's money on a Nigerian email scam (link), but it fizzled out before it went anywhere.
It has to be the weather, but nothing has really made me feel like posting all that much. It's like it's gonna take another giant squid story to knock me out of this rut.
Fortunately, there was one today. In New Zealand, they caught a 33-footer, the first intact adult colossal squid (which is like the giant squid, but fatter) ever hauled in. As is the case with all giant (or colossal) squid stories, I was able to find the one important detail in the story for you: what it would be like to eat him.
Here's the "meat" of the story:
One expert said calamari rings made from it would be like tractor tyres.
Can you imagine a platter of calamari rings the size of tractor "tyres"? That would be awesome! That's British spelling, by the way. It's a BBC story (link).
When I was a kid, I read books about Bigfoot, Nessie and giant squid, hoping that we'd have serious proof of all of them. It still interests me. My mom still cuts out newspaper articles and mails them to me.
Over the years, the squid has become verifiable, though. So have I lost my sense of wonder? Has the squid lost some of its mystique?
Nope. I'll never lose my childlike sense of wonder for these guys.
Not until I get to eat one, anyway.
That goes for you too, Bigfoot.