Just being facetious -- and since most everyone with whom I dive, these days, either carry ponies; manifolds for full face masks; or are pursuing the all-too fashionable side-mounts (just saw someone, during a clumsy entry, take a compact 80 to the nuts, last week, riding, for a moment, like Slim Pickens in Dr. Strangelove) -- dedicated octopuses have become, well, quaint and a bit redundant, among my friends and colleagues.
I typically don't even use them, though carry one in a bag should there ever be some dive boat requirement; and in some forty-four years and over thousands of dives, have only put an octopus to its intended use only once; and even then, that out of air diver -- whose bargain-basement Oceanic second stage detached from its hose -- could easily have performed a controlled ascent . . .
