Friday, January 4, 2013

S is for ...

S is for Sasquatch.

Or Bigfoot. Whichever name you choose.

My friend LB and I have this obsession with 'Squatch.

I even had my awesome friend Gary Rith make this Bigfoot tea set for LB's birthday a year or so ago.

My favorite is Graham Roumieu's Bigfoot books (and awesome Twitter feed).

One must be careful reading them, however, as one is very likely to soil one's drawers from laughing. (Season 3 of Downton Abbey starts Sunday. Shut up.)

The first is "In Me Own Words: The Autobiography of Bigfoot:"
America’s favorite crypto-zoological hominid is hilariously recast as the modern-day everyman, struggling with eating disorders, casual cannibalism, pop culture, and philosophical quandaries (“Me once believe in good. Now, no. World go shit, just like Bigfoot screenwriting career”).

And then "Me Write Book: It Bigfoot Memoir" says:

Like many reclusive celebrities, Big Foot is misunderstood. In his touching memoir Me Write Book he wants to set the record straight, proving that although he’s larger, hairier, and more foul-smelling than most of us, he’s really not so different underneath.

Only the most coldhearted among us could look on without compassion as this hirsute Everyman struggles bravely with casual cannibalism, Pringles potato crisps, embarrassing moments with peach Schnapps, the desperate loneliness of personal ads, and philosophical quandaries.

Readers will never forget the plaintive voice from the wilderness that howls from every page of this searing, intimate account of a man-beast in the promised land.

And then there's "Bigfoot: I Not Dead":

In his eagerly anticipated follow-up to Me Write Book, Bigfoot returns from exile to share his inspiring, hilarious, and often deeply disturbing experiences as a misunderstood forest gentleman and tragic media darling. These entertaining and often grizzly stories stand not only as a testament to the greatness of the legendary man-beast, but also as a chilling cautionary tale of the downside of a life of celebrity, cannibalism, celebrity cannibalism, wanton violence, and lack of toilet training. As in Me Write Book, full-color glossy spreads depict every intimate, disgusting, and downright insane moment of Bigfoot’s life. Bigfoot: I Not Dead is an unforgettable memoir that will stay with readers long after his foul scent has dissipated.

 Roumieu also does a hysterical Twitter feed, Hello Bigfoot, whose description just says "HUNT. GATHER. WORRY." (By the way, this is totally my next tattoo.)

The toys are pretty funny, too (except that idiotic Fisher Price Bigfoot that came out a couple Christmases ago).

I bought LB this Bigfoot action figure one year- it comes with a stamp pad so you can make real Bigfoot tracks!

There was also a Bionic Bigfoot: 

And this super-creepy Yeti toy:

And this won't give you nightmares:


  1. And there was that movie where his face looked like a ham. I heart him.


  2. "a misunderstood forest gentleman."
    Oh yes, the pimento loaf-face movie. "What? You don't believe in 'Squatch?"
    Can you even imagine if somehow, in some unholy act of magic, Alice Lee and Sasquatch met??
    "Saaaayyessquahhhhtch nehveh had many fraayyyyyeeennnnds."