4787030878_2be4d01895After discovering the latest omen of the world’s coming demise, the Clog encourages Berkeley students to put down their books and enjoy their short-lived time on Earth.

Break out the Kleenex, amigos, because we’re hitting you with a real tear-jerker. Paul the Octopus, best known and widely celebrated for his role in bewitching predicting arbitrarily indicating the outcomes of eight matches in this year’s World Cup, died in his tank this morning of purportedly natural causes (Dutch revenge, anyone?) in Oberhausen, Germany.

He was two and a half years old, which is a pretty short lifespan for a creature that achieved such far-reaching and, if you ask us, somewhat ridiculous renown. Did the whole concept remind anyone else of the South Park episode in which Family Guy is revealed to be written by manatees? Maybe we’re just bitter; after all, what the hell have we done in the last two and a half years? You know what, give us a tank of water and two plastic boxes. We’ll make history, dammit. Or just look like giant loons.

Oh … hey there, Paul. Didn’t mean to take the spotlight off you, buddy. Rest in peace knowing you’re missed by millions — and also responsible for the Clog’s latest existential crisis.

Image Sourcec: Articulate Matter under Creative Commons
Paul the Octopus, World Cup Oracle, Dies [NPR]
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WOOOO BEAT ENGLAND.

Ahem, ahem. Cough, cough. Pause. Shoulder shake. Deep breath. All together, now:

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!

Felt good, didn’t it? That’s because, somewhere deep below  your American “football”-worshipping, NBA finals-obsessing exterior, your soul is totally freaking excited for the  2010 World Cup. (And not just because Nike’s commercial for it is probably the most genius and effective ad ever made. Ever.)

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