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Tentacle love.

  
 
skerror
07:34 / 18.11.07
Reposted from coilhouse.net
http://coilhouse.net/2007/11/14/tentacle-love-why/

"Last week, there was some great discussion here at Coilhouse about spotting interesting people based on personal style cues. No one trusts a haircut anymore, so everyone’s searching for something more subtle and specific; as Mike Jennings writes in the comments, “for example, anyone wearing jewelry featuring taxidermy supplies is probably going to be someone with whom I can have more than a passing conversation.” In the corporate world, ties can say a lot. If I see a guy or gal wearing a tie like the Cyberoptix one above at a business meeting, I know what’s up. Come to think of it, these days strict power suits can say a lot.

More to the point, I’ve found that one quick, reliable way to figure out if someone is on the same wavelength is to figure out if they’re into squids, octopi and tentacles. I’ve yet to figure out why or how this litmus test works so well, but it does. If someone’s eyes light up when the word “tentacles” is mentioned, chances are they’re my kinda person. Does anyone else find that this is the case? If so, why this, out of all possible things? Maybe it’s because tentacles quickly recall so many different facets of What Made Us Weird; Lovecraft, Japanese culture, a love for all things “alien-looking.” And it’s not like I obsess over tentacles on a daily basis, they’re not my favorite thing in the world, but somehow they’re just so handy in identifying people, like some sort of secret code word we all agreed on in our sleep. Or is it just me? What is about those things?"

Was wondering if anyone on here has noticed this cephalopod underground phenomenon and what they think about it?
 
 
Glenn Close But No Cigar
20:42 / 18.11.07
Well, my parents met over a meal of calamari on Mykonos. She was a free-spirited working class Liverpudlian housewife, escaping her hum-drum existence. He was an attractive Greek waiter with a beguiling moustache. He kissed her stretch marks, they made sweet love in the swell of a Mediterranean wave, and the rest is history. My sister was conceived in the carpark of the now defunct British D.I.Y store Octopus, while my father whispered the lyrics to 'Octopus' Garden' in her ear. She later told me that while she was going with my father, she was thinking of Ringo. Later - much later - my mother had a brief liason with a New Age Traveller following a night on the cider at an Ozric Tentacles gig. 9 months after this event, she gave birth to my little half-brothers Otto and Otto, the conjoined twins. Their pre-school teacher tells me that they show an aptitude for science, although they are having a difficult time with that Peter Parker boy, who seems hell-bent on wrecking every experiment they conduct, and then trying to sell the pictures to a local newspaper editor with anger management issues.


Not strictly 'underground', I grant you, but then again perhaps the whole cephalod thing has bled into mainstream society - a bit like horoscopes, smoking pot, and group sex!
 
  
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