om

Still haven't ditched this cold, though it's just a simple head cold. I haven't been going to bed early enough. So today the husbandolay will go do groceries, while Haley and I sit here and contemplate the universe.

Trying to get Haley to dance to "Rapper's Delight" with me (and Joseph just looks worried)

 

i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Can't wait til November!!!

Fave line: "I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone."

it's here!

finally...

your daily unnews

9 days since Connie Willis' All Clear came out. It's finally arrived and awaits me at the post office. In the meantime, though, I'm super enjoying Jane Langton's Emily Dickinson is Dead--it's floating to the top of my "fave Langtons" list. As usual she does a great job of interesting you in the location and subject. In this case University of Mass, but more so Emily Dickinson, whose poetry keeps getting quoted.

I still haven't finished Julius Caesar. And I haven't yet gotten back to the Musketeers.

Nano in 4 days! It's all very exciting.

In other news...

Minion is so wild, every day I find new things spilled about the apartment. A garbage can, a piece of furniture overturned. Usually I don't witness what precipitated it, but today she was bugging Haley up on some empty boxes - Haley ran off - Minion tried to follow - when she jumped the box she was on slipped and flew in one direction - and Minion flew in the other direction - she did some sort of triple lutz through the treadmill - and it took her 10 seconds to clear her head before continuing the pursuit.


In other other news...

I love it when a story is posted in the news that elicits funny comments. Today it's a CBC article on a French book that talks about the mafia corruption in Montreal. Here are some comments:

* Ok, so the Mafia controls all the major construction in Montreal. I could live with that if at least they did a good job. [Quebec is notorious for bad roads.]

 

* Let's get down to what is truly important to the Quebec politicians:

- Is this Mafia business being conducted in French?

* In other news: fire discovered to be hot, water determined to be wet.  [Many people wrote "big surprise" since Montreal's mafia and bikerness is well known. But one always appreciates a more amusing phrasing. Same with the next comment.]

 

 *  A magazine should do a cover story on this.

There are some songs...

...that no matter how much you enjoy them, a white person can't walk around singing them out loud.

Meneeeer! and other tails

Kitty Stories:

1. Haley has a new hidey-hole somewhere, and so far Minion hasn't found it. But Fernando and I haven't either! I couldn't find her before I went to bed this morning (though when I woke up she was sleeping on my pillow, next to my head.)

2. Yesterday Minion was chasing a wasp--she put her hand down on it to capture it, and it stung her. Funny thing is, it just set her on a course of revenge. The wasp flew up to the overhead light, and she was jumping all over the place, trying to get at it. "Wasp! WASP! WAAAASP!!!!"  All the while occasionally licking her little stung paw.

3. These days I have to lock Minion up when she eats, so she won't take Haley's food. Minion gets a larger portion (growing toddler) so in the beginning Haley was finished her food before Minion, and it was safe. But now Minion eats a bite or two of her food, then RUNS over to Haley's dish and tries to suck it all up in record time. If you want to know what Haley sounds like when she's growling and eating at the same time, watch this video and listen to the tauntaun noises.


4. Kitty Song: Fernando and I tend to take whatever song is in our heads' and adapt it to the cats. Yesterday I was singing:

My cat bad!
My cat hood!
My cat does things that your cat never could!

Also, my old roommate and I used to adapt the Old Yeller theme to every animal we owned. (My dad taught it to us.) I need to compose Minion's.

Nombly's
Old Nombly was a mongrel
A little straight-eared mongrel
Fancy free, without a family tree
But he could up and do it
Just like there's nothing to it
And that's how a good cat should be.

Here Nombly! Come back Nombly
--meh! meh! meh!--
Beeeest doggone caaat in the Eaaast!

(He was saying "meh" before it was fashionable.)

Bantha's (the roommate's rottweiler)
Old Bantha was a purebred
A big old lop-eared purebread
Fancy free, but with a family tree
And he could up and do it
Just like there's nothing to it
And that's how a good dog should be.

Here Batha! Come back Bantha
--rowr! rowr! rowr! [deep gravelly voice]
Beeeest doggone dooog in the Eaaast!

Haley:
Young Haley was a calico
A little straight-eared calico
Fancy-free without a family tree
But she could up and do it
Just like there's nothing to it
And that's how a good kitty should be

Here Haley! Come back Haley
--hiss! hiss! hiss!--
Best doggone cat in the East.

Mum's dog Sassy:
Old Sassy was a mongrel
A little lop-eared mongrel
Fancy-free without a family tree
But she could up and do it
Just like there's nothing to it
And that's how a good dog should be

Here Sassy! Come back Sassy!
--Sassy! Come back! SASSY!! COME HERE!!--
Best doggone dog in the East

How's this?
Wee Minion was a calico
A little orphaned calico
Fancy-free without a family tree
But she could up and do it
Just like there's nothing to it
And that's how a good kitten should be

Here Minion! Come back Minion
-- meneer! meneer! meneer!-- [she has a teeny tiny whiny squeek]
Best doggone cat in the East

More of my day

I'm back. Usually when I get sick--straight to the throat, so now I've got that Bill-Cosby-tonsils-skit type of throat*, so I think it woke me up. I'm sucking on lozenges until I can try to sleep again.

In Other News...

So I've decided my neighborhood is very safe. I mean, it's in no danger of being overrun by bikers or criminals, because it's already *owned.* There is a skunk ruling this entire block--I've heard him (or her?) giving out the beats, I've seen him nibbling under the garbage skip, and I've twice almost walked into him at night (need to stop walking across the lawn in the dark.) It's comforting to know there's a tough customer like him, marching like a sentinel around my building.



* The skit has child-Bill-Cosby getting his tonsils out, and when the doctor examines him after and asks him to swallow KABOOM!!  It hurts like hell, and he refuses to do anymore swallowing.

ramblings of a fevered mind

Just got home from an overnight shift. I love overnights, if I'm not needed too much on the floor, because I get soooooo much done. We only have 2 computers and 7-8 managers, and only one office so it's like Grand Central Station with staff needing things, meetings, private meetings, interviews, training etc. An overnight, alone in the office... bliss.

One of the head honcho guys stayed quite awhile at the beginning, so I think most of the questions they had got settled that way. All the construction dudes (doing a remerch) needed was the occasional unlocked door.

[Flipping TV channels... why is the Soprano on at 9 AM?? I guess it would seem too boring to tempt a preschooler to watch. ...And a comedy about porn?]

I didn't know how productive I'd be cause my body was sooo aaaachy. But the meds kicked in, and I had one more dose at midnight. But by morning I was achy again and SORE THROAT. I felt bad I couldn't help the gift manager more with re-placing the product but blehhhhhh. It's the kind of day when you would have called in sick, except you couldn't. Same as last year--I got sick when I was in charge of the overnight inventory shift. I was blowing my nose every five minutes.

[Minion right now: "Herb bread with margarine? Herb bread! HERB BREAD!!]

And I forgot my nice soup lunch so I ate potato chips and pop from the vending machines.

Anyway. I had more meds at home, so I'm eating something healthier, and waiting for the drugs to beat the achytude. Then off to bed.

Stop sucking my finger!!! How am I going to do Nanowrimo with this evil cat in town? Might be the first year I'm beaten. Cause if anyone can beat the man, it's Evil Minion.

Sickitude!

I am a sickatude. At first it felt like a light head cold, but I've got body-fatigue too. However the cold med is helping out. I'm working an overnight shift tonight, and I don't think too much will be required of me. The perfect sickatude shift.

Since yesterday I've just been sitting around watching TV and playing my cafe game. I made my fave homemade soup and some herb bread cause I needed warm comforting food, but by the end I was ready to drop flat on the floor and pass out. No energy!

This song and video amuses me. I like the way Luda keeps shooing people away. And of course, I like Nicki Minaj acting crazy. "Better hold onto your teddy. It's nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy!"


Why is "sliding down the pole like a certified stripper" edited out? American song editing always confuses me.

More Miniontude

Just hangin'. Maxin' and relaxin'.

This is one of those moments where Minion was sitting around, and then -- suddenly! -- "Haley?"

"Let me go The Mahmmy. -- Haley! HALEY!!"

[Squirming out of my hands.] "HAAAALEEEEEYYYYYY!"

This is hard to see, but Minion found a giant box of Premium Plus crackers on a kitchen shelf, pulled the whole box into the livingroom, pulled one of the bags out, and started chowing down.

And an hour later she's sitting next to me on the couch like some little angel.

 

 "I'm an aaaaaangellllll."

Brilliant! (click to see bigger/original)

lol

I had a cat toy (a feather on a stick) up on the fourth shelf of a bookcase, because it's got these stupid bits that come off easily and could hurt the cat. So I wasn't going to give it to them til I pulled off those parts.

Just now Minion was trying to get at Haley in her Hidey Hole, when the stick caught her eye. She stood on top of the Hidey Hole, reeeeaaaached her little elongated body up up up uuuup, standing on tiptoe, she finally had to let her feet off the ground and hold onto the books for a second so she could grab the stick, then fall back down. She ricocheted off the Hidey Hole, and ran off with her prize. I can hear her dragging it around the apartment.

Oh--he just RAN past with it. Man, she is feeling pretty pleased with herself.

Mabel to Haley: She's crazy.
Haley: [stares wide-eyed]
Mabel: She's crazier than you!

She's brought it to the couch now.

Who puts tinsel in a cat toy?

 

UPDATE:  A couple hours later, looking for more toys on the bookshelf.

CAKE!

Friend Mae sent me one of the postings from the cartoon-essay-humour site Hyperbole and a Half. The author is talking about herself as a little girl, completely obsessed with getting at the cake her mother has just baked. She swipes one bite of it, and goes mental for cake. Cake! CAKE! CAAAAKE!!!!

It's exactly what it's like to live with Minion. She decides she wants something, and then it's CAKE CAKE CAKE until she gets it. You see his scary look in her. Whether it's slurping on my finger, having what I'm eating, getting fed her meal, or wanting to chase Haley. She'll be sitting nearby and suddenly LOOKS at Haley. And that's it. I can't distract her, I can't hold her back, she has to stalk the Halzebub.

So in future if I post any pictures of Minion, with just one word posted above it (HALEY!  KIBBLE!  FEATHER TOY!) you'll know what I'm referring to.

Last night it was my bowl of corn.

CORN!

 

CORN!!

 

Half an hour ago it was Haley.

HALEY!

 

HAALEEEY!

 

[Haley moved to the desk by the window, and then I saw this little kitty shadow--bottom center--stalking Haley.]

HALEY!!!

Look at that!

Three days since the Connie Willis came out, and it is not in my hands. I wrote to them yesterday and they've sent away to another supplier for it. Huff!

In the meantime I finished the Austen-inspired mystery, and I'm reading a Jane Langton (the author who's out of print and I bought all her books online second hand), as well as Shakes' Julius Caesar. I should get back to Les Trois Mousquetaires while I WAIT for CONNIE.

I bought two more books for my kobo today--one of the only teen authors who I like enough to buy all her books.

I should go to bed because I'm getting up so eeearly tomorrow to have lunch with a couple old work-buddies. But it was a stressful work day, so I'm still netfrolicking. At one point I told my boss: "Oh by the way, CoworkerX and I are quitting today. This is your 5 hour notice."

"Do AAAAANYTHING I try!"

I had this theme song in my head all day at work. Which was very strange, because I haven't heard it in golly knows how many years--it certainly doesn't play on TV now. And also, because we were having a stressful-busy day, and I kept wanting to start singing it out loud. I felt like it would have relieved my stress. But possibly raised everyone else's.

The famous "autobiography in five short chapters"

I've always liked this alcoholic's thingy. It's meant to show that the path to change includes taking personal responsibility. I always think of it when I'm faced with trying to change something in my life. That crucial first step is to just realize that the hole is there, and until you remember it, recognize it's coming, see that you're about to fall in, you won't be able to learn to start walking around.

I don't know if it's really written by Portia Nelson, but she seems to be attributed as the author in most places.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS

by Portia Nelson

I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.

II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place
but, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.

Waaaaah!

Connie Willis' book has been out a couple days now, shows as in stock, and hasn't shipped yet! I sent them a crying email.

We don't have it in stock at the store yet so I can't just borrow it and start reading it.

It's on kobo so I'm tempted to buy it! But that would be silliness. I could have cancelled my preorder awhile back and bought it on kobo instead, but other people I know read her so it's a lender. Needs to be in paper form.

When I bought part 1 (Blackout) I not only got it on time, but it shipped early! However the wharehouse just moved to a new location, so maybe that's the problem. Grrrrr!!!

In other news...

Still deciding what to write for nano. For awhile now I've played with the idea of interspersing my story with the heroine's great-grandmother's diary, since it's something she inherited and has been reading. I want to see if I can write something funny.

So maybe I'll do that for nano. I already know the bones of the great-grandmother's story, cause I wrote it for nano 2 years ago. But writing up the actual diary entries will show me whether it's something I really want to add to the book or not. And 50 000 words might be just the right length for the entire project.

Since getting back from vacay I've missed the couple TV shows I was watching--just too disorganized, and busy with other stuff. So I think I'll leave the TV alone so that I'm ready for nano.

And I've been saving up lots of meals in Cafe World to serve while I'm writing. ;-)


In other news...

I've decided to start a completely private blogger blog, for My Eyes Only. It would be the same as keeping a diary on the computer, of course. But this way it's searchable and organized. Lately there's been things on my mind, but I'm not comfortable being too personal on the nets. I don't mind People I Don't Personally Know reading about my life--it's more the whole "future employers" angle. Or if a staff member were to find my blog. I know, I know, it makes for dull reading. What can I say.

Mindy-ninny-ninion <--Minion's first naturally occurring nickname

Friend Mae sent me this story--it's about a 4 year old girl and her obsessive quest to eat the cake her mother just baked. Read it if you want to know what it's like living with Evil Minion, when you get in the way of her and whatever her black little heart desires.

In other news, here's a good close-up of the suckitude.

Yesterday was the first time I saw Halzebub try to hold her ground. That's Minion's tail you see up there. Haley sat there and growled a bit, but eventually Minion tried to pounce her and H jumped down.

And then there's the toddler's fatigued crash on the couch. 

There's a new Bubbles in town

Just call him Officah Bubbles, dahling, everybody does.

During the G20 this year--an event held in Toronto whether Canadians/Torontonians wanted to pay for it or not--a youtube video went viral showing a cop Talkin' Tuff to a woman who was blowing bubbles at a female cop. While I think blowing bubbles at cops is obnoxious, the male cop wasn't within Bubble Range, and the female cop in question hadn't asked the woman to stop. In the video you later see the woman being arrested, though this wasn't for blowing bubbles--it was because she has medical equipment in her backpack, and a lawyer's address on her arm.

The cop in the video became known as Officer Bubbles, which at the time I thought was a fitting enough punishment for what many of us perceived to be his Mildly Obnoxious High Handed Manner. And that was it. I probably thumbed-up someone else's comment, never looked at the video again, never gave it another thought.

I guess some people later made cartoons lampooning Officer Bubbles. And then, as usual, people added some comments to those videos. But really the whole thing was over for most of us, oui?

Until this week when Bubbles decided his feelings were so hurt he had to sue the cartoon makers and many of the people who commented on the cartoon. Because, you know, heaven forbid the behavior of Toronto's cops, paid for by Toronto tax payers, should come under public scrutiny. And heaven forbid people call him Mean Names in a forum that he really doesn't ever have to look at.

There were apparently death threats made against him and his family. Alright then, go after those people--I agree that's inappropriate. But going after people for calling you names? ...Really? ...I mean, really? And in the process, you've drawn Canadian attention (and some international) back to the original story, and now your Officer Bubbles Persona is more widely known than ever.

One of the Accused has come out publicly with his identity. Here's what he posted in reply to one of the offending cartoons: “officer bubbles probably looks at himself in the mirror a lot.”

As Count Floyd would say: Scaaary stuff.


The Toronto police acted incomprehensibly during the G20, ignoring the smasher-window-people, and instead moving in, with overwhelming force...

against people who were peacefully meandering along in minimal protest, along with a ton of people who were out walking the dog / coming out of a restaurant etc. -- and then detaining them for 2 hours in the pouring rain -- and then making some of them wait in paddy wagons for hours, where apparently if you needed to pee you had to piss your pants there in the truck -- and then removing many of them to giant facilities overnight, where they slowwwwly processed them and let most go. The mayor didn't see anything wrong with what happened: "the Mayor said you can’t second guess police decisions “made in the heat of the moment because they are aware of all of the information that exists at that moment in time.” " (In other words, we can't question the police?)


Many people, myself included, were pissed about all this, and Officer Bubbles became one of the symbols of Everything Wrong With the G20. Live with it, Officer Bubbles. Rise above. "It's big of me too. It's big of all of us. Let's be big for a change!" [Groucho Marx]

While I'm in for protecting minors from being ridiculed on the internet, is this going to lead to a whole new slew of people cracking down on internet comments, treating them with the same gravitas as press articles? Someone like Kanye West could go to town over all the douchebag epithets thrown his way.

random storyness

I had a story epiphany at the bus stop two nights ago! Well, maybe not an epiphany. But two of my main characters finally fell into place. Yays! Getting ready to nano!

Story of Me in Doctor-ahjs

I went to my blood appointment today (for my hemochromatosis). She said my ferritin's so low, I probably won't need to be phlobotomized for two more years. I always learned that they do phlebotomies at the hospital near my home, where my husband works; so she gave me a consult paper for a doctor there, and hopefully I can switch over. And never again have to trek downtown at 7 AM (at least not for this) which keels me each time.

I'm glad I didn't have to be phlebotomized, because right now I'm on a Beta blocker for my headaches (it's not working at all) which makes my blood pressure even lower than usual. My doctor thinks I might really pass out the next time, instead of just almost-passing-out.

I also made an appt with my GP, so that's one more thing off the To Do list. Now I need to make an appt with my headache doctor, the dentist, and an optometrist. For many years I was great at staying up to date on all my appointment-making--the fact that I've fallen behind again is just one more sign that my present Pace of Life doesn't suit moi.

Return to Meowee East: toys

I just gave Minion a tiny bit of catnip on her new scratch pad. I'm a bit fearful of the consequences since she already acts like liquid catnip flows through her veins.

I also bought a tunnel for the kitties. One always hesitates re buying these toys, since you never know if your cat will like them. So far Minion's been beating the crap out of the little ball hanging inside it.

Haley has finally found a place to hide out from Minion. Remember the box-in-a-laundry-basket-in-a-tupperware which used to be her favourite home, and I finally decorated it, but then she wasn't using it?

Haley's discovered that if she sits in it, Minion will stalk her and bat at her from the outside (which is fine, Haley likes that game) but she can't end the game (as she usually does) by getting inside and jumping on Haley's head. It's small, and on a slant, so Haley has so far been able to defend it. The one time I saw Minion jump in, she couldn't get all the way in, and jumped right back out. I hope it stays this way, cause Halzebub really does need her own little corner of Hell where she can have some peace.

Update: Since starting this post, the cat-tube is now halfway across the livingroom floor, as Minion wrestles around in it.

Updateier: Minion likes eating the catnip, but she isn't reacting to it. I guess she's already as hyper as a cat can possibly be. Which should give you an idea of what it's like to live with her. Imagine your cat on catnip 100% of the time.

Curtains, and the Meowee East

Productive day again. I did a bunch of laundry, hung the curtains in the cupboard doorway, hung the livingroom curtains, and changed the ones in the kitchen.

The kitchen ones were a lovely bright yellow, but we've had them over 10 years and they had a million kitty-nail-snags in them. I think the cats liked to bat at bird shadows through them. I hung up some white-with-wee-roses curtains that I had once bought for the livingroom but never used.

Minion enjoying the new couch. She has slept on every section of it today.

Me enjoying the new curtains.

Haley enjoying her new High Ground spot. Haley first came up with her two original high spots, as a way to escape the boys, who were most times too oldy to attempt the jump. But Minion regularly kicks her out of them! Now she's trying to establish a third spot on top of my kitchen shelf.

Uh oh. I think Minion's spotted it. Yesterday I locked Haley into a back room for some aloney-on-her-owney time, and soon after I found Minion sitting on a box outside the room, trying to turn the door handle. "How can I play with my favourite toy when you keep locking it up!"

The Tempest - coming soon

Working on my book (a modernization of the Henry plays) has put me back in a Shakespeare mood this past year. I rewatched Baz' Romeo and Juliet recently, and watched MacBeth the other night, and am reading Julius Caesar.

This December a new Tempest is coming out. The only film version I've seen was Peter Greenaway's, which was of course insane. Don't think I could sit through that again, but the music was beeeoootiful.



This new one stars Helen Mirren as Prospero. The effects don't look very good, but Mirren should deliver the goods.



Well, if it's bad, the Plummer-at-Stratford version is also coming to select theatres.

Clash of My Apartment (making furniture, and movie review)

Today I put together the sideboard--it took Henry V, Much Ado About Nothing and the beginning of Sense and Sensibility. Lots of steps! And heavy. But I enjoy putting things together, provided I'm alone, not rushed, and have familiar movies that I only need to half watch.

Then I sorted all my lunch tupperwares and bentos into the drawers; and cleaned all the random stains off my appliances and carefully placed them along the shelf. They look like they're having an appliance party. (Food processor, blender, bullet, popcorn maker, ice cream maker, crock pot, juicer, and coffee grinder--I use it for flax seeds and nuts.)

I put up one of my cheap plastic shelves to hold all the food Fernando's been bulk buying. It looks ugly, cause I need a smaller unit that will fit into the corner. But for now, order is more important than beauty. If I want to cook and pack lunches, that is.

Then we put the sofa together. It's so comfortable, and such an improvement over Nombly's Sofa. Fernando immediately passed out on it. And later I rented the new Clash of the Titans just so I could enjoy sitting there.

MOVIE
C of the T wasn't very good, but as I'd already heard that I had low expectations and enjoyed it. Nice effects, and I loved the djinny-dudes (so sexy), but they made too many unnecessary changes from the previous version/original myth.

- They tried to make the central battle between humans and the gods; but then they made is sort of Hades vs Zeus, which just confused things. Who's side is Zeus on? Vair weird.

- Greek myths are all about very human type gods--they're jealous, and liars, and competitive etc. They almost completely removed this element, to do the whole "war against humans" thing. Totally took away the spirit of the thing.

- By making it all Hades vs Zeus, the rest of the gods are rarely featured. The old movie had all those great scenes of the gods bickering amongst themselves, and manipulating the humans. This also means the female gods were almost non-existent. In the old movie, Maggie Smith was such a great Thetis, and she was the pivotal god in the plot. And when they tell the story of Medusa, they take all the original gods-jealousy stuff out too. Why? Frankly, the movie felt de-womaned.


- Why remove Andromeda as the love interest? The original trick of having her come along for the quest was a perfect way to build up the romance. I didn't get the point of all this Io stuff.

- Perseus didn't have a very clear guide figure. It was sort of a mix of Io and some warrior dude.

- I liked the idea of Perseus struggling with his half-god identity, trying to reject it. But for it to really work, he should have been super-tempted by his godliness at some point, and have overcome it. Instead it's never much of a struggle.

- The little game pieces! I liked seeing the gods moving all the game pieces around. They did it only a tiny bit.

- One of my biggest complaints is Calibos' character. In the original, he's cruel but also pitiable--in other words, he has a developed character. In this version he's just a cardboard cut out baddie.





- I liked Medusa, though CGI graphics still aren't where they need to be for such a character to look lifelike. Technologically she wasn't much better than her stop-motion predecessor. But I approved the overall look. What I didn't like is that the scene lacked suspense. In the original they pass a LOT of statues of previous visitors, which is really creepy. And there's a lot more silence, and slow pursuit. I don't mind some running around, but the beginning could be have been creeeeepier.



- The two additions I liked: The silly hunter guys. Should have been more the movie! And the Djinn. Orientalist, but hawt. (And the other race-weirdness character--that pro-Hades zealot. He looked like he was supposed to be a Hindu or something.)

- Why does the Kraken look like the Rancor's older brother? Could have based his face on the original.

Original Kraken. So cute!