Aww, come on. The little sucker looks kind of cute. Like a tiger striped squid or something. Not sure I've ever eaten it before, but I wouldn't know unless someone told me. Got a Cthulu pic lying around somewhere? I'd like to see the comparison.

My god, it is Cthulu! But, c'mon. People eat Sushi, for fuck's sake. They eat snails. They eat eel and lampreys and a lot of other crap.

And, despite my being a dyed-in-the-wool carnivore, I've seen cows and pigs being slaughtered, and if you think about it too hard, it really is difficult to consider that a slab of meat sliced off of a dead mammal is any less palatable than a slimy, swimmy thing.

I think you've just had a "Naked Lunch" moment, which William S. Burroughs (bow when you hear the name) declared to be that instant when everyone in the restaurant suddenly realizes exactly what it is at the end of their fork.

If we all took the blinders off, we'd eat nothing but grass -- but only grass that had been accidentally been pre-cooked by a forest fire. Otherwise, there's this funny quirk of evolution... sustaining life requires eating stuff, and for most of us, that stuff has to be other living stuff just below us on the food chain.

Look on the bright side. If you were a fly or a cockroach, you'd consider fresh shit a great delicacy. And what's shit? Some higher-order animal that was nonetheless lower on the foodchain than whatever ate it, processed it and dumped it.

I forget who this quote is from, but it's a good one, and I paraphrase: "A human being is nothing but an exquisitely designed machine created for the sole purpose of turning fine Bourdeaux into urine."

Think about that next time you order a rainbow roll and eel at your local sushi-mart...

You don't know fear until you've seen a barbequed cuttlefish. I walked into my regular Chinese take-out place, and mind you, it's not one of those Panda Express-esque type places, but the kind with the ducks and pigs (with heads) hanging in the window. I was looking at the trussed up meats in the window when my eyes were drawn to a shocking, florescent pink cuttlefish. Two, huge ones the size of Pat's head, actually. It was scarier than another four years of Dubya (Well, nothing can EVER be that scary). And you know what? The girl in front of me bought them out! BTW, dried cuttlefish strips a la cuttlefish jerky aren't too bad (if you're famished).