Showing posts with label Mimic Octopus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mimic Octopus. Show all posts

Monday, April 19, 2010

Three Questions For Octopus

1) Why would you infringe on a diver's free speech rights? Or was it the spear gun you were after?

2) Why didn't you turn the camera around and get video of the diver instead of trying to eat it?

3) It was brave of you to mess with an armed diver, but do you really think it was the wisest choice?

Monday, July 13, 2009

RETURN OF (O)CT(O)PUS

Last week, Octopus took time off to explore the western shores of the Florida peninsula and visit the sponge docks of Tarpon Springs, a quaint fishing village originally settled by Greek divers over a century ago.

The way Florida hangs off the contiguous 48 states makes one wonder why this land is considered “florid” when a more apt descriptor should be “flaccid.”

To traverse the state, most Flaccidians take Interstate 4 that connects Daytona on the east coast to Tampa on the west. However cephalopods are water-bound creatures and land routes are not an option. I took the seaward route around the southernmost tip where the infamous River of Crass flows into Flaccida Bay. There I found this:


Clean, spacious, stupidity-free, and ready to move-in, it appears to be a perfect place to start a family with plenty of room to raise 200,000+ octopod fries at one time … all destined to become liberal bloggers!

There are ships in bottles, but Blue Moon is a treasure-trove of empty bottles inside a ship … beer, wine, and gin discards in assorted colors and sizes. Empty bottles are important to Octopods because we prefer them to beds. Perhaps this is a throwback to our univalve days when we carried our abode everywhere.

All I need now is to find a calmly mimic octopus for a mate. Why a mimic octopus, you ask? Even among the most faithful of cephalopods, la diversitรฉ est le sel de la vie.