1. Carlie says

    Didn’t you ever raise sea monkeys when you were a kid? The coupons were in the back of all the good comics!

  2. craig says

    Man, these shirt design websites seem to be really taking off. I need to get my submissions finished. :(

  3. Alex the Canuck says

    Simple :

    a AQUATIC cephalopodian ape.
    And they tell us there is no such thing as an aquatic ape… Ha!

  4. Tom Buckner says

    This monkey clearly developed from an 8-sided tube (yes, it is a spider monkey). It is everted compared with, say, a monkeysquid, which is a nice way of saying it’s not coming at you ass-first. Probably that’s a good thing. The tentacles clearly developed from prototentacles which were not initially used for flight.

    In other news, I saw a fella at the Apple Festival yesterday wearing a t-shirt that said: Protons Have Mass? (I Didn’t Even Know They Were Catholic!)

  5. Rupert says

    Neon sea dreams of an octachimp… I think Don Van Vliet got there first. For certain values of ‘there’.

    The semiotics bear investigation. The banana – primal sustenance, symbiote, or encapsulation of that first realisation of consciousness — that the hidden is the master of the seen? The chimeric chimp, that altered octopus: unseemly monster or mutation to necessity? It is neither: it is us. We are apes at sea, cephalopods dragged down by waterlogged fur, wallowing in the ocean of our mutual intelligence, where our evolutionary adaptions, half-modern, half-ancient, work against us as well as for us. And the bubbles, watching us act out our desires with an elementary disdain, what can they be but water molecules, big fat hungry oxygen with its pilot-fish hydrogens, protons snug and safe – as Melville says:

    “They have nothing of harm to dread,
    But liquidly glide on his ghastly flank
    Or before his Gorgonian head;
    Or lurk in the port of serrated teeth
    In white triple tiers of glittering gates,
    And there find a haven when peril’s abroad,
    An asylum in jaws of the Fates”

    These ancient sons of creation, what fear they from us? And with that realisation, what can we have but awe and gratitude that they are granted eternity but we are granted its cage?

    It’s all perfectly clear. And quite a nice T, too.