Look, I’m only publishing this video at the end here because it seems to be the buzz of a small group of Bigfootland fanboys.

Oh, my, now another blobsquatch video on the horizon?

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See my “The Short History of Blobsquatch” from 2006, for more of the awful details of the word’s origins. It is also the point in time when I published on my invented word, “blogsquatching.”

If you asked the general public, the only thing Bigfootbloggers are interested in are blobsquatch videos. Give me a break!

The Valley Advocate made a passing reference to “Bigfoot seekers” recently in an article entitled “Art in Paradise: Of Art and Blobsquatch.” It wasn’t about Bigfoot and only a couple sentences mention Bigfoot. The following comment is intriguing, and upon re-reading it, insightful.

Art writer James Heflin wrote: “I’m fascinated by pareidolia, the human ability to see order even when there is none, as manifested by seeing Jesus in your burrito and similar visitations….There is a virtual ‘blobsquatch’ industry among Bigfoot seekers with shaky video cameras.”

Heflin’s right. We all deserve better. I don’t think even viewing the following video is worthy of his, mine, or your time and attention. It is the worst kind of blobsquatch, so blurry that you can hardly see anything for most of the footage, and thus so incredibly stupid for being posted.

It is sad that so much technology is wasted on these few seconds. Someone could have “painted” in the little areas on this piece of blobsquatchery or taken some funny footage of a typical forest critter (raccoon, squirrel, chipmunk, tree otter?). Nevertheless, in terms of my duties of “reporting the news,” here it is.

Seriously, though, don’t even waste your time on this one. Do something else. Go to a beach. Take a walk. Watch MonsterQuest reruns. Read a good book (one suggestion, wink wink). Start a campfire and sing happy fireside songs.

Ah, but you have to watch it now, humm? I warned you. (It’s time to take some more Advil for my foot. Am I cranky or what? I’m going to blame it on the ibuprofen, not blobsquatches.)