July 22, 2010, 12:04pm

Tired of yet another boring picnic date in the Savage Land, an invisible man went straight to work with a well-sharpened knife.
June 18, 2010, 3:58pm
Throwing the octopus is easy. More difficult is concealing the eight-legged creature until the toss is at hand, a skill that requires determination, luck and the ability to walk normally with 4 pounds of slimy cephalopod stuffed down your pants.
When Detroit drops in on Nationwide Arena Tuesday night in an attempt to further frustrate the Blue Jackets some among the Red Wings fans in attendance undoubtedly will have attempted to enter while packing octopus.
Some might even succeed, continuing a Detroit tradition dating to 1952 of throwing octopi on the ice during Red Wings games.
“I just sell it. What they do with it is up to them,” said Frank Gonzalez, owner of Frank’s Fish & Seafood Market in Columbus.
What they do with it is the second hurdle. The common method is to sneak the octopus through the turnstiles by slipping it into your trousers, a technique that Gonzalez does not understand.
“I wouldn’t want something moving around down there when you’re moving around,” he said, smiling.
“They’ve been creative,” said Eric Granger, general manager of Nationwide Arena. “We’ve caught them Saran-wrapped to the body.”
Most contraband carriers get caught before they reach their seats, having failed to elude the authorities, who conduct bag searches for every game and event.
But fans are not required to drop their drawers, so the danger always exists.
“We have not had one octopus thrown this season,” officials said, adding that arena personnel know what to look for after witnessing octopi hit the ice during previous seasons.
Those caught carrying an octopus must surrender it before being allowed to enter. Anyone who passes detection and manages to heave an octopus gets the immediate heave-ho.
During the 1995 playoffs, two Detroit seafood sellers tossed a 38-pound octopus onto the ice during the national anthem before Game 1 of the Western Conference Finals. A year later, they tossed a 50-pounder during the conference finals. The blob ended up displayed on the hood of the Zamboni between periods.
April 22, 2009, 5:10pm
A former boutique storefront in London has become the temporary home of the U.K.’s “first walk in cocktail.” For a mere £5 an hour, a British culinary team allows you to “climb into plastic suits and enter a venue where beverages will be pumped into the room as a vapour cloud”.

Lucky ticket-holders to the sold-out event are encouraged to “breathe responsibly” before stepping into an alcoholic fog for up to 40 minutes – long enough to inhale a fairly stiff drink.
The Guardian noted that “as far as taste goes, this is the real deal,” with some mouthfuls of air “sweeter with tonic and others nicely gin-heavy.” They cleverly concluded that, “With no sentient ice cubes able to confirm it, one can only assume that this is what the inside of a G and T feels like.”
Via BLDGBLOG.
April 21, 2009, 9:39am

Don’t forget flossing is even more important than brushing. I use mermaid hair. But then again there’s always a super hot drunk one passed out in my bed snuggled in narwhalhide.
March 28, 2009, 10:48am