Indeed - Aaron has revealed himself ... and I'm pleasantly surprised.
Aaaron OctopusV (is the V a 5, or some other secret?).
Things could be a whole lot worse you know; you could have been like the colossal squid, 6 rows down (connotations of some truly fantastically humungous 40-stone person squeezed into a chair, unable to get out of their room, fed through a straw (until I saw Mr
with 'ring of ?confidence' around it, immediately below)).
I've read all your posts; you don't strike me as the indifferent type.
My earliest years were spent looking out of a window at a big phoenix palm, on a sort-of farm, with another tree, swing and creek on it. Tried to sell dinosaur pictures I'd drawn from the roadside for 5 cents each ... but no sod bought them (them farmin types out Drury way weren't big on art and dead dinosaurs; they certainly weren't interested in lemonade either). Don't know what was more painful - staring out the window at a palm or being rejected as a 4yr-old artist, with a bit of ocean in his blood, but no way of knowing it until an opportunity presented itself and I was exposed to the sea. A year later I was a livin-up-large on an island. Funny thing is I've just had a whopping great phoenix palm put in the front lawn of the house ~ 2 weeks back (took a substantial crane and all to do so) ... trip down memory lane. I live in a rather inconsequential part of town, small city on the outskirts of Auckland, with security everywhere (a lot of weirdos want to steal my phoenix palm). So, wouldn't worry 'bout where you're at right now.
My real name is Carol, just for the record.
and here I am I suppose I'm a bit like this fellow: Six rows down, fourth from the left.
) on the deep-sea 
