The cuddlefish employed by NASA.

Hi.

I see that you have happened upon this quaint blog of mine.

I understand your trepidation; it is not often that a cuttlefish blogs, and it is even rarer to find a blog authored by a genuine cuddlefish. Our lives are full of sorrow; it seems like the world would rather cuttle than cuddle.

But that is a story for another day.

Allow me to start at the beginning.

I began my new career barely six months ago. I was hired by NASA and sent to work in their facility at Las Cruces. It was grueling work; my coworkers would demand a correctly delimited simulation output, but you have to understand something, dear reader.

I am a cuddlefish. That is what I am, and that is what I do.

I was under the impression that NASA hired me because they liked me, because they felt NASA needed cuddles. I am not a skinny intern trying to finish my CS degree.

I am just a cuddlefish. All I can offer is cuddles. I'm very good at it, I promise.

But NASA had different plans for me.

I shall post more if you're interested, dear Internet. And if not, well...

Just find me if you need a cuddle.