You’re all wrong. It’s the last common ancestor of Cthulhu and tentacle porn.
OctaneZsays
Nice find! Think I am in for one!
Tom Bucknersays
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!)
Rupertsays
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.
R
Wroughtsays
Okay, that would have been better than the scarlet A !!!
Frontloading ?
I find it oddly appealing. I may need to get one.
Didn’t you ever raise sea monkeys when you were a kid? The coupons were in the back of all the good comics!
Whatever it maybe, it’s certainly a great image!
Man, these shirt design websites seem to be really taking off. I need to get my submissions finished. :(
What the heck? It’s messed up but I have to say, it’s a good kind of messed up.
Simple :
a AQUATIC cephalopodian ape.
And they tell us there is no such thing as an aquatic ape… Ha!
It’s just flowing dreadlocks.
It’s our really distant ancestor! Apes briefly went back to the ocean, don’t you know!
Didn’t Kirk Cameron TELL us that the banana was the atheist’s nightmare?
Now we know why. REPENT! REPENT! The hour of the Chimpalopod is at hand!
There is no such thing as a sea banana. The octomonkeys ate sea cucumbers.
You’re all wrong. It’s the last common ancestor of Cthulhu and tentacle porn.
Nice find! Think I am in for one!
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!)
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.
R
Okay, that would have been better than the scarlet A !!!
It’s a goopymart (http://www.goopymart.com) shirt!
Goopy is the best!