Did you know that after a male octopus slings its sperm with a specially affected arm (not a tentacle, they are called arms) it then withers and dies? The female receives the gametes in her mantle cavity then finds a protected spot to deposit the fertilized eggs, after which she also withers and dies. Pretty depressing that right after achieving your reproductive goals in life, to simply sit back and die, never to see your offspring. This octopus is not even thinking about reproduction though, he is only thinking about how he still has six arms left without beer! That is like only having 1/4 of a beer in your human hands. It also might be a problem that this guy is underwater and I am sure that this beverage is leaking out into the sea. Better get on it you suffering cephalopod, and slurp the suds down your beak before it dissolves faster than you can say octopus ink. Octopoda are smart, and this guy proves it by choosing beer as his beverage of choice. Cheers to intelligent decisions! Drink beer! Be merry! Don’t spawn out too early!
Have you ever wanted to just “Hop on a Plane”? This pilot is a hop head, and I painted him flying over Denali. Good thing he’s flying a Super Cub, because those planes are considered the best bush planes. Owners of these planes make upgrades called mods. Lots of mods means lots of STOL, or short take off and landing. A good plane is like a good IPA, you have to have lots of late additions of good stuff. This pilot is thinking about getting back to Talkeetna to grab a Twister Creek IPA, or even better, a Big Dipa DIPA — both good dry-hopped brews from Denali Brewing Co. The more hops for this hop head the better. Maybe after this remarkable flight he will be on his way to F Street Station, a pilot themed bar in Anchorage. F Street is a great place to grab a Morning Wood IPA from Kassik’s Brewery. I know plenty of pilots who love hoppy beer, and I love witty puns, so here is my most recent painting Hop on a Plane.
Cheers to the Alaskan in all of us! Get out and get hoppy!