The collected random thoughts of a lowly bouncer stuck in the mire of a liberal stronghold in Northern Idaho.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Octo-draw
Recently I came up with the design of a tattoo that I would like to get someday. It is a rendering of an octopus done completely in black and white. It represnets my background in grappling(not that I was ever any good), however many years ago that was. I later did a stint in the submission wrestling club at the University of Idaho, triangle chokes and all. It wasn't until I saw a video of what an octopus is capable of that I made the connection.
Lovely, yes? I know that this video went a bit viral, but I can always hope that not everyone has seen it yet. In any case, this design is the result of that power. Octopus are intelligent, patient, strong, elusive, and opportunistic. Is it any wonder that they are still around after millions upon millions? To me, they're the living incarnation of the old saying "Speak softly and carry a big stick. You will go far."
A mythical beast the like of which was never meant to freely roam the country side, the sight of which could have turned Stokely Carmichael as white as polar snow. Once mistaken by the Bene Gesserit as the Kwisatz Haderach, it was later found that I'm hovering in an unusual place. Much more than a mere man, but still less than one of God's Angels.
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