The first thing I notice when entering is that the tadmen have grown considerably since yesterday. They are a little plumper, their legs have grown a little bit longer and they are more of a speckled brown color than they used to be. Realizing it’s the middle of December, one of the tadmen asks if it has snowed yet. As they swim around I also notice miniscule arms forming, and then I hear the blood sucking; down to three.

Today they want to talk to me about what we humans, and specifically Americans, are into these days. One of them believes that we are more interested in the media rather than politics or philosophy. He asks if I prefer renting movies or going to the cinema. I prefer the cinema and he inquires if I go with friends and indeed I do. He then asks what types is my favorite and I say comedies. Another tadman asks what my favorite move is and I say Fight Club. He then bets I can quote one thousand lines from it but tells me to save, he has heard enough Monty Python.

I didn’t think it would matter what my favorite movie would be and it appears I was right. There are thousands of movies and to get them to recognize the names of one hundred would be tough. I’m guessing since he knew my favorite type was comedy, that’s what he would say no matter what. While I’m typing this, another tadman comes up and kills the one I was talking to, time to move to another.

He asks how much TV I watch and I guess it’s around six hours a week; he finds this impressive since there’s so much information always on. He now asks what I watch and it's news. He spouts out some knowledge about news becoming more tabloid-like and I can agree that it’s like that even nowadays.

Telling me he’s done, he begins to talk about music. He asks what my favorite is, I say alternative and he tells me that the line between pop and alternative is blurring. Afterwards he moves onto the “printed word.” He asks whether I like to read and I say yes. He asks a few more questions and then says he’s done for the day.

The first thing I notice when entering is that the tadmen have grown considerably since yesterday. They are a little plumper, their legs have grown a little bit longer and they are more of a speckled brown color than they used to be. Realizing it’s the middle of December, one of the tadmen asks if it has snowed yet. As they swim around I also notice miniscule arms forming, and then I hear the blood sucking; down to three.

Today they want to talk to me about what we humans, and specifically Americans, are into these days. One of them believes that we are more interested in the media rather than politics or philosophy. He asks if I prefer renting movies or going to the cinema. I prefer the cinema and he inquires if I go with friends and indeed I do. He then asks what types is my favorite and I say comedies. Another tadman asks what my favorite move is and I say Fight Club. He then bets I can quote one thousand lines from it but tells me to save, he has heard enough Monty Python.

I didn’t think it would matter what my favorite movie would be and it appears I was right. There are thousands of movies and to get them to recognize the names of one hundred would be tough. I’m guessing since he knew my favorite type was comedy, that’s what he would say no matter what. While I’m typing this, another tadman comes up and kills the one I was talking to, time to move to another.

He asks how much TV I watch and I guess it’s around six hours a week; he finds this impressive since there’s so much information always on. He now asks what I watch and it's news. He spouts out some knowledge about news becoming more tabloid-like and I can agree that it’s like that even nowadays.

Telling me he’s done, he begins to talk about music. He asks what my favorite is, I say alternative and he tells me that the line between pop and alternative is blurring. Afterwards he moves onto the “printed word.” He asks whether I like to read and I say yes. He asks a few more questions and then says he’s done for the day.

This sort of thing makes me wonder what kind of advancements would be made in a current-gen Seaman. Scribblenauts was able to recognize a lot of objects, after all; perhaps a current-gen Seaman would be able to identify more films.

I can see the correlation from Monty Python to Fight Club.

I had missed the last three days, so I had to catch up.  Man, there's some interesting stuff going on this week for you, man!  It sucks that you are losing tadmen left and right, but c'est la vie, right? 

Those are some educated fish-men. How could creatures so deep and complex feel the urge to kill and eat each-other on a daily basis? But... maybe we as humanity should ask ourselves the same question. It's like looking into a mirror...

That reference to music is actually really quite true to this day. Bring up an indie band like Modest Mouse in a classroom and I'm sure at least 50% or more of the students would admit to liking them.

I hate Tadman-on-Tadman crime.

Damn. We need a Natal-enabled Seaman sequel.