First off:
Okay, now on to serious business.
I saw a special recently which had biologists claiming that the next species to utilize tools on a regular basis would be cephalopods.
Holy shit does this make me happy.
Think about it, you could be chilling in your room, minding your own business and playing RISK on the computer (and dominating the northern European theatre, thank you very much) while wondering why on God's green earth you didn't pick up another six-pack of Yeungling back-and-tans, when all of a sudden there's a knock at your door and WHAPAHH ...
... you've got a mollusk meet-up going on!
First off, you're going to feel like a dick because you didn't pick up extra beer, this is a given.
Second, you'll be glad that you brushed up on your octopoda information, such as:
- Brothers got three hearts This means he's way more of a lover than a fighter and with his ability to pump blood that rapidly through his system you're going to need to go pick up a keg because your pansy six-pack will do nothing for him.
- Brothers ridonkulously intelligent and his intelligence is independently-learned as opposed to instinct-based, so no two 'pod homies are alike in their knowledge. Therefore he will probably check out the fact that while you have indeed conquered the northern European theatre you've also left North America and Australia widen open by not completely maximizing your troop potential.
And he will laugh at you.
And laugh.
And laugh.
And you will feel as dumb as a celery stalk.
- Brother has a wickedly independent nervous system of which only one-third is located in the brain. The other two-thirds are located in the nerves of the arms and said arms behave autonomously, so while he's picking his nose-hole with one arm he can be brushing his beak with another arm and pickpocketing a passing barracuda [of his previous winnings at the seahorse track earlier that night, natch] with another.
Multi-tasker extraordinaire, my loves, multi-tasker extraordinaire.
- You're going to want to feed this fella. See, there are reports of octopi in captivity physically moving themselves from one aquarium to another in search of food. In the wild they've been known to actually pursue crab boats, board them and then start munching on the crabs in the hold.
My thoughts on this? Always have a metric ass-ton (octopi looove the metric system) of Tostinos pizza rolls in the freezer and if an eight-armed homie comes a knockin', start a-nukin' post-haste.
Okay, I'm running out of coffee, so I need a switch to beer. I'll leave you with this thought.
Some biologists have gone out on a long limb [tentacle!] and stated that they expect cephalopods to be the ruling species after our short human existence is snuffed out. I'm okay with this. As a matter of fact, I'm buying this in show my support:
I realize it's a squid and not an octopus but I'm still showing my solidarity for the cephs', regardless.
Oh, and:
Okay, now on to serious business.
I saw a special recently which had biologists claiming that the next species to utilize tools on a regular basis would be cephalopods.
Holy shit does this make me happy.
Think about it, you could be chilling in your room, minding your own business and playing RISK on the computer (and dominating the northern European theatre, thank you very much) while wondering why on God's green earth you didn't pick up another six-pack of Yeungling back-and-tans, when all of a sudden there's a knock at your door and WHAPAHH ...
... you've got a mollusk meet-up going on!
First off, you're going to feel like a dick because you didn't pick up extra beer, this is a given.
Second, you'll be glad that you brushed up on your octopoda information, such as:
- Brothers got three hearts This means he's way more of a lover than a fighter and with his ability to pump blood that rapidly through his system you're going to need to go pick up a keg because your pansy six-pack will do nothing for him.
- Brothers ridonkulously intelligent and his intelligence is independently-learned as opposed to instinct-based, so no two 'pod homies are alike in their knowledge. Therefore he will probably check out the fact that while you have indeed conquered the northern European theatre you've also left North America and Australia widen open by not completely maximizing your troop potential.
And he will laugh at you.
And laugh.
And laugh.
And you will feel as dumb as a celery stalk.
- Brother has a wickedly independent nervous system of which only one-third is located in the brain. The other two-thirds are located in the nerves of the arms and said arms behave autonomously, so while he's picking his nose-hole with one arm he can be brushing his beak with another arm and pickpocketing a passing barracuda [of his previous winnings at the seahorse track earlier that night, natch] with another.
Multi-tasker extraordinaire, my loves, multi-tasker extraordinaire.
- You're going to want to feed this fella. See, there are reports of octopi in captivity physically moving themselves from one aquarium to another in search of food. In the wild they've been known to actually pursue crab boats, board them and then start munching on the crabs in the hold.
My thoughts on this? Always have a metric ass-ton (octopi looove the metric system) of Tostinos pizza rolls in the freezer and if an eight-armed homie comes a knockin', start a-nukin' post-haste.
Okay, I'm running out of coffee, so I need a switch to beer. I'll leave you with this thought.
Some biologists have gone out on a long limb [tentacle!] and stated that they expect cephalopods to be the ruling species after our short human existence is snuffed out. I'm okay with this. As a matter of fact, I'm buying this in show my support:
I realize it's a squid and not an octopus but I'm still showing my solidarity for the cephs', regardless.
Oh, and:
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B) I dig bike in a BAD way!
C) it's freckle madness come spring/summer on my end.
doing my best to kick ass and prepare myself. one week till the big day. I look forward to cleavage down the road. lol
halloweenie photos?