Throughout the week I made notes in my notes app about blog topics I'd like to discuss but I'm reading them now and quite frankly they seem a little schizo. There's one entry that says "Taylor Swift isn't a real person." She's not but I don't remember what I meant to say about that. So I shall share with you some diddly doos.

I've conjured up an idea about a pink rockabilly type alien scientist who falls in love with an octopus lady creature. He has a voice like Bobby Darin and wears a handsome light blue cardigan. His ascot is reminiscent of his lovely. I think his name should be Cass.

And it's like, yeah I realize why there aren't too many tentacle type characters out there. They are just generally hard to jot down, you know? I think this one's name should be Ursa. She comes from a race of hyper intelligent cephalopodians but she's kinda too pretty if you catch my meaning. I think she'd be a sculptor.

I imagine Cass at an underwater corridor to their apartment. He rings the buzzer and out pops several tentacles that pull him in. Ursa frantically pleas for him to put out a grease fire she started. She doesn't now how to use a stove all that much you see. As cool as a space cucumber, Cass inquires for any sodium chloride she may have.

"I don't use salt, just black pepper and oregano." Cass rummages through the cabinets.

"are you looking for the salt?"

Cass smirks "no, I'm looking for a place to hide."

Ursa points with her tentacle the cupboard in which the salt would be. Cass then pours salt over the fried kelp which has since been charred. "I think it's a bit too well done." Ursa says. This bitch said "too well done."

There is a lot of lore behind Cass's character so bare with me. He is from a planet of innocent pink people who's culture and language derive from a golden record that was found eons ago. Skip to recent times, his planet is on a course to collide with a liquid giant. The peoples of both worlds come together to come up with a solution. Cass came up with the idea to synthesize a machine that would stabilize the gravity between the two planet. This would turn his planet into a moon but the crisis would be averted. And so, he would go off to live at the gravitational space station between his pink planet and the big ocean planet and nothing bad would ever happen ever again. The end. I'm kidding. He gets old and wants to retire with his tubby wubby octo wife. He tries to get his young ward Talya to take the helm basically. This is her:

Ain't she cute? Problem is, she's an anthropologist and would rather work on projects learning about the pink people. She'll eventually come around I'm sure. Maybe when she visits Cassie and Ursie's apartment for Christmas she'll think, "oh I get it, Cass wants me in charge so he can live with his wife." It's real hard, you see, Cass and Ursa? Not only does Cass live far from Ursa but also his way of life isn't all that comparable to hers. They have to live in a loft under water apartment where Ursa's section is under water and the top half works as an air pocket for Cass. So, like he buys the rights to an island where he plans to build like the ultimate house where they could both live.

Well, anyways, that's what I was thinking about this week.

Cya,

Slug