Under Pressure

Mermaids, it is quite clear, have evolved a pretty fantastic* respiratory mechanism. We know they can breathe air and water without issue. Is it gills? Is it magic? Is it a product of mermaid science that seems like magic? Scientifically plausible mermaids, if I had to guess, would be grotesque, barrel-chested creatures with webbed appendages, very few recognizable sensory features on their heads (as compared to human beings, that is), and saw-toothed rows of gnashing teeth.† Plausible by surface-science, mind you – mermaid science is very different.

And by mermaid science there's no real explanation as to why they can breathe both air and water, because mermaids study ... well, they do study biology, but mostly in the categorical sense. Mermaids have a deep and abiding love for taxonomy. However, they have very different names for everything under the sea. It wouldn't be hard to name things differently from human beings – we tend to name things after ourselves. Mermaids have this habit, too, but they usually forget and rename those things until arriving at a suitably descriptive moniker that any mermaid would arrive at after sufficient reflection. Plus everything they name is in the mermaid equivalent scientifically bastardized Greek or Latin, and you don't need me to tell you how many levels of incomprehensibility that has even for mermaids.‡

Now, back to the matter at hand – one of the heretofore unnoticed marvels of the mermaid sociopulmonary system is that mermaids can rapidly adapt to pressure variations without suffering adverse affects such as human beings do. The bends, for example, aren't a big problem for mermaids. They race up and down the water column – to harass sailors, chase squid, who knows – and they don't have to worry about taking it easy like SCUBA divers other landed seafarers.

It is important to note, however, that this is a feature of the mermaid's aforementioned sociopulmonary system. By some fatal quirk of evolution, whatever it is that makes mermaids such resilient breathers is intimately connected to their neural passages. It's not to say they're sensitive – quite the opposite, in fact, they have very robust egos – but more that they're inattentive. The ability to adapt to rapidly changing environments (be they social or physical), predisposes the mermaid to immerse him or herself in rapidly changing environments. Mermaids get bored easily, so they go off and harass sailors.

Resilient though they are, if a mermaid is particularly overwhelmed, they have panic attacks and hyperventilate. It's much more common than in human beings, since our sociopulmonary systems aren't as well developed. It's even widespread in some populations of mermaid. These groups resemble myotonic goats, inasmuch as the condition is nonlethal, but hilarious.

High school, due to these highly advanced sociopulmonary systems, is more boring than it is difficult for the mermaid teenager. As they can resist high levels of pressure, most activities are engaged in entirely of the mermaid's own volition, and there are very low levels of crushing, burdenous angst. Merteachers have instituted several periods of daily recess through all levels of education, as much for themselves as the students – even in the great schools of higher mer-learning, biologians and thermodynamiticians still have recess when they're at the lab. Otherwise everyone would go nuts.

This accounts for many research stations being located in those rare spots where one can find both lots of dolphins and lots of sailors. You'd think mermaids would make fun of nerds, but since they all have such high self-esteem it doesn't really work. Octopus, on the other hand, are very easy to make fun of, so Tom Armalast** is easily the angriest and most ridiculed guy at the lab, even if he is really smart. He'd quit, but you just don't find the same opportunities back in octopus society. Octopus are cutthroat.


* I'm so awesome.
† Okay, maybe not the teeth.
‡ One of those languages is called Bloop, I think. Or well – Ancient Bloop. Spoken by the long-dead Bloops, Ancient Bloop bears little resemblance to Modern Bloop, except that they share a certain number of cases and tones you don't find in contemporary languages (Gurple, for example).
** No one bothered to learn his Octopus name; they would have made fun of it anyway.

Seal Clubbing

Mermaids are jealous of Selkies, is the bottom line. Selkies don't live in a repressive despotic society that inhibits their sailor harassment, first of all. They're free to lounge about on rocks and bask in the sun all they want, as long as they keep their skins around.

That's the other thing – selkie skins are just so easy. One minute you're a seal, the next you're a person. Nothing simpler, go walk around. And, here it is, as we all know from Disney's timeless classic, The Little Mermaid, mermaids want to be where the people are; furthermore, they want to see them dancing. These are both things selkies can and do do.

Unfortunately for selkies, if they take their furs out to the club they're very easy targets for PETA, and the whole game plays backwards – if they manage to escape with their furs intact then maybe they just look like oil-spill victims, or like someone decided to go around spray-painting seals. Really, though, the sad truth is that they tend to get stuck on land and – really bad scene – sold into white slavery. Like t.A.T.u.. The fact that they are selkies actually ended up being largely to t.A.T.u.'s advantage, as, though not mermaids, they still have some of that siren-song charm. Say what you will about their music, but it saved them from a grim fate.

They initially generated the lesbian romance story as a cover for being seal-people, because they didn't want to draw attention to their past, see. PETA still refuses to issue an apology for coat damages, due to the apparently incredible nature of claims filed by t.A.T.u.

Anatomy and Physiology

It's time to return to the question that gave rise to this project:

How do mermaids do drugs?

Mermaids are pretty laid back, it's clear that they're not into speed or anything; but the question isn't what drugs they do, it's how they do them. Regardless of your moral-ethical stance on drugs (it's ethical for mermaids, you'll see), it's a fact of mermaid society – they don't really have any responsibilities other than to harass sailors (it turns out that's actually their job, like Sirens and Harpies), so mermaids have a lot of free time.

Mermaids can't always go up to bask on rocks and smoke marijuana, because mermaid kings are always issuing jealous and frustrated edicts prohibiting mermaid presence on basking rocks. While generally ignored, there are still plenty of mermaids that don't want to provoke the wrath of the deprived merking. Even if they're not harassing sailors, which is all merkings really want to do, they might get a trident in the eye.

So right, so mermaids need drug alternatives. We can deduce without scientific study that they have a different metabolism than we do. To start, if they live above and below water then clearly their cardiovascular system is amphibious and they don't process oxygen the way we do (take also into account deep-sea mermaids, who exist in oxygen poor environments and must be even more dissimilar to us). Mermaids also need to regulate salinity in their system very differently, since they live in salt water. This makes me wonder how they get their iodine, since they never salt anything. But I digress – we see references in the anatomical writings of Ibn al-Nafis and Mansur ibn Ilyas:

Adaptations both cardiovascular and pertaining to the homeostatic regulation of salinity in the mermaid body indicate that the merorganism behaves differently from that of Homo sapiens with regards to chemical substances.

There are mermaid texts, furthermore, outlining these differences, as seen here in a 15th century work translated by ibn Ilyas. It is evident from the picture that mermaids fail to understand the inner workings of the human body, as they've chosen to depict it full of seaweed.

Now, I'm not going to venture a guess as to whether mermaid bodies are full of seaweed or not (not unlikely though; I mean, if they're made of foam, why not?), but the evidence seems to indicate, irrefutably, that mermaids get high by provoking poisonous fish to sting them.

Much in the same way that human beings sometimes enjoy exposing themselves to the capsaicin in hot peppers, mermaids have grown fond of fish poisons. Stonefish, Blowfish, Lionfish, all are examples of popular intoxicant fishes. Because mermaid bodies metabolize other stuff differently, fish poisons don't kill them the way they kill us.*

Really it's just practice – if they're confined to the watery deep by merking decree, mermaids have to provoke something other than sailors. It's in their nature, they can't help it. So they're not drug addicts or anything; the behavior leading to drug use in mermaids is habitual, not the use of drugs itself.

Mer ministers, viziers, and PETA types object to fish harassment, and this is promoted by ruthless merkings that seek naught but the frustration of their people, that they suffer as their king. Wiser, more forgiving merkings keep fish-harassing restrictions to a minimum, because if mermaids can't harass anything they write petitions to the king and that's annoying. All merkings generally promote the harassment of mermaids by fish-headed mermaids.


* Wikipedia: The large amount needed to kill an adult human and the low concentration of capsaicin in chilies make the risk of accidental poisoning by chili consumption negligible.

same article: Tarantula venom activates the same pathway of pain as is activated by capsaicin.

Connundrum II

Okay – I can actually answer both those questions.

1) What do mermaids eat?

Mermaids eat pretty much anything. Shellfish, fish fish, shark fish, porpoises – you name it. They have algae farms and oyster beds, so they must cultivate all sorts of other things. Once they're done eating everything, they probably toss the remains down deep sea trenches. Unless, of course, they grind it up into plaster to build palaces.

Deep sea mermaids living at the bottom of the open ocean probably eat whale carcasses that sink to the sea bed. Either that or mermaid trash that gets thrown down because they don't need it for plaster. Deep sea mermaids have separate cult rituals based on these two much-appreciated sources of food.

DONE. now:

2) What happens to mermaids when they die?

One good place to start is sea foam. We can consider classical sources here – Venus is famously depicted rising from the ocean in a clam shell, but artistic embellishment aside, the miss is said to have arisen from sea foam. Clearly sea foam is of some importance. (at this particular moment we can choose to ignore that idea that sea foam may be a convenient euphemism for obscuring some Olympian sexual misadventure). Since mermaids don't have reproductive organs, it's also likely that they come from sea foam, right? So why not turn into sea foam when they die?

That's what some mermaids think, at least; there's a big emphasis on Classics in high school there. There are, however, pointed arguments among mer university communities, sometimes mounting to trident duels – those few mermaids that do take their studies seriously are willing to fight to the death over them. Mer biologists and thermodynamititians tend to fall on the side of natural processes – sea foam cannot be accounted for simply by the effervescent bodily decay of mermaids.

The majority of mermaids, on the other hand (being disinclined to rigor on account of their love of play), are After-Foamers, also known as Foam Dissolutionists. Foam Dissolutionists believe firmly in the espumification of the merbody after death.

This is a good moment to bring up that mermaids don't have burials. Instead they drop the bodies of the dead down deep sea ravines in the course of an elaborate ceremony meant to commemorate the playfulness and mirth of the deceased individual. Merkings preside over these ceremonies with a dour air, as is their wont, since they're never allowed to have fun anyway. Furthermore, they like to keep the ceremonies going for as long as possible, since it's a great opportunity to exist undisturbed by sailors (there aren't that many sailors by deep sea ravines). Some merkings do this to purposefully make other mermaids suffer the deprivation of sailors, but others are genuinely glad for the opportunity of company. Plus it's not too bad, since mer funerals aren't sad; they're just boring, because there aren't any sailors to harass, or even funny-looking fish, since those ravines are kind of out of the way.

The ceremonies are long, and consist mostly of merkings trying to make sure mermaids don't sneak off to harass sailors. No one really knows what happens to the body beyond its descent, because they're all preoccupied with sailors in their own particular way. And no one reflects on the ceremony or its implications afterwards (except the biologists and thermodynamititians, who everyone ignores anyway).

Frankly, the most likely accounting of the disappearance of mer bodies after death is their being eaten by deep sea mermaids.

Connundrum

I've been torn all week between two equally important, but vastly different questions –

What do mermaids eat?, and

What happens to mermaids when they die?

These I hope to answer sufficiently well by next week, perhaps after consultation of Captain Ortega's logbook for corroborative Snork evidence.

If in the meantime evidence from a third party comes forth concerning either of these matters, I will be sure to include them in the final report.

Ciao – Johnny Fishtail

Snorks

Nadie le creyo, pero hay algo acerca de la historia del Capitán Ortega que me hace pensar que es verdad...

Mermaids hate Snorks. They hate Snorks because for some reason the introduction is no longer the one where you hear the awesome story of Captain Ortega's ship sinking after a pirate attack, and instead you have to listen to the archly vexing "Come Along with the Snorks" lyric over and over and over again.

Mermaids probably get along fine with actual Snorks, even if Snorks are ugly ovoid-headed polyp creatures that wish they were Smurfs. Yeah, Snorks are probably some sort of undersea fungus – the difference between male and female Snorks is essentially one of choice. Theirs is a very open-minded society in which Snorks all respect the personal gender choices that their otherwise asexual people elect.

Snorks actually reproduce by budding.

All told, this makes Snorks pretty uninteresting to Mermaids. Snorks lack a certain rye sense of humor that Mermaids take for granted in a well-rounded individual, and so come off as naive in the world of the ocean.

Typical of Captain Ortega's log on that ten-day excursion to Snorkland are entries much like the following:

19 Febrero – Comí algas de nuevo. Toqué harmónica subaquatica diminutiva. ¿Como es que puedo respirar?*

Ortega clearly got really bored of all this, and so decided to escape Snorkland; I assume with the help of sympathetic seventeenth-century mermaids. Ortega probably didn't write about the mermaids either because he was a gentleman and he wouldn't betray a lady's reputation (half-fish or no), or because there was no profit in adding to the already massive catalog of mermaid tales when he had this crazy story about inch-tall fungal polyp creatures with plastic drinking straws on their heads.

In fact, Captain Ortega invented plastic shortly after his return from Snorkland, but the recipe was stolen by English privateers who didn't fully understand the importance of the discovery. Ortega lived out the rest of his life cursing Francis Drake and the bastard's mother, too,† but when drinking straws were finally introduced to the consumer market he took begrudging solace in knowing that his tribute Snork Bend‡ was preserved in the design.

Budding Snorks are really terrifying. One emerges out of the other gradually, over the course of a week, and both bodies suffer severe pain and mental dislocation throughout the entire process. That's why you never see it on the show – it's too fundamentally unsettling for a TV G rating.

That's also why Snorks all wear clothes – in theory clothing hadn't occurred to them until Captain Ortega arrived fully dressed to their lagoon, but you can see from the introduction that they're already wearing clothes as they approach Ortega's sinking ship. It's not that you'd see little naughty Snork parts, it's just that Snork anatomy is so alien that to show it would corrupt the minds of children everywhere. In fact, Ortega invented a bunch of lies to Snorks about the necessity of clothing just so he wouldn't have to look at the nipple-less, belly-button-less bodies all the time.

It's not entirely accurate to say that Snorks don't have belly buttons. They have a similar physical byproduct of their budding, but it looks more like horrible bodily scarring. So in addition to looking like bizarre bald creatures, they have irregular masses of scar tissue all over their bodies from where their identical bud-progeny split off. These wounds never heal fully, due to the corrosive action of their salt water environment.

So, unclothed Snorks are really horrible little things to look at. Captain Ortega's log also gave some indication of the trauma from which he he would never recover upon his escape out of Snorkland – he played that harmonica to keep from going insane.


* February 19th - Ate kelp again. Played tiny underwater harmonica. How am I breathing?
† loose translation
‡ Curva Snorkel

Selkies

Whenever I'm looking for folktales (this happens fairly often), I usually go to Ashliman at the University of Pittsburg.

It's a great resource – look a thing up any number of ways and you'll get a series of variations that's pretty diverse in writing and content, but all revolving around the same theme. A couple months ago I was reading Petronius' Satyricon, for example, and someone tells a ghost story halfway through having to do with werewolves that I'd found before on Ashliman's page. Roman werewolves? I'd say that's comprehensive in its treatment of the subject.

(reading the book, incidentally, makes me want to take another look at Fellini's movie).

So, case in point, and to the point: the section entitled Mermaid Wife has no stories about what we would call mermaids. Fishy-tail mermaids, see. It's more or less entirely about Selkies – were-seals I guess you could say. hehe. The Lady of Gollerus is as close as it gets (although there's also a Welsh story protagonized by an ambiguous mer-creature wife). Instead you want to check out the section on Melusina, just a knock or two up on the alphabetical index for all the tales. Those are about a fishy-tailed German merwife. (or French or Albanian or wherever the tale's coming from; and i guess sometimes it's a snake tail, but whatever).

Folktales don't interest me in that way that you wonder what the story is attempting to explain. Conjecture about Down syndrome and folktales about changeling children, for example – not what I'm reading up on.

I like folktales specifically for the variations that exist between them. If you take the time to read some of these stories about jackals, say, from the index, it's also interesting how little variation exists between some of them – try Ingratitude is the World's Reward, and listen to Blood Money while you're at it.

Speaking of which, I'm pretty sure Mermaids listen to Debby Harry. Maybe the Go-go's, too.

Unfortunately I couldn't even begin to imagine what Selkies listen to. When you think about it, though, if they're really just a slight variation on the Mermaid Wife story, maybe they also like Debby Harry.