(3) Just this afternoon I was pondering whether to get a great big aquarium but I feel conflicted about the whole captivity thing (I recently reread "Consider the Lobster," in case that's at all relevant). Right. The moral principal thing plus the inconvenience and expense and the whole ball of wax crashing through the floor down into the basement.
(4) A long time ago, when I was in high school, I traded a breeding pair of salvini cichlids to a local pet shop for an angelfish that was brought back wild from the Amazon region. Not at all fancy, but it was absolutely beautiful in its subtlety of colouration and in its sheer ass-kicking athleticism.
A few years ago I spent about two weeks in a hospital. The room has all the hospital stuff - uncomfortable bed, uncomfortable chairs, noisy hallway, constant light, even a t night, etc.
The one good thing it has was on television. It was called The Fish Channel. It was nothing more than a camera that was pointed at an aquarium filled with colorful fish. It ran 24/7, and was one of the most relaxing, calming things you could imagine. It improved my mood.
I later contacted my local cable provider, the gleeful, cooperative, always goof folks at Time Warner, and suggested that one of the 1,308 useless channels in my cable package should be changed to a Fish Channel.
Eric, that is the kind of angelfish I thought I was getting.
I made an agreement with the shopkeeper if they grew up too mean I can bring them back and exchange for babies again. I like them when they're small and cute and manageable. They grow to dominate. Then breed and really dominate. And they're proper bastards to evict.
Then they grew into these overly decorative specimens. Their fins ridiculous exaggerations. The fins grow to outrageous lengths and split into threads like a worn mop. The side fins that hover and steer are like a woman who grow her fingernails so long they curl around and around and become useless and an impediment. Pieces of fin actually break off. And I'm glad because it shortens them the way I'm tempted to cut them.The breeding for that trait is a straight up affront to evolution.
I thought they would be like darts and they're not.
But man, are they ever interesting fish. If that's possible. They are the most interesting I ever had, actually interactive, not afraid of much, but then suddenly terrified of a shadow, they're strange. They're looking at me.
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(1) Those are first rate angelfish.
(2) A bit of a cliche by now but what the fuck.
(3) Just this afternoon I was pondering whether to get a great big aquarium but I feel conflicted about the whole captivity thing (I recently reread "Consider the Lobster," in case that's at all relevant). Right. The moral principal thing plus the inconvenience and expense and the whole ball of wax crashing through the floor down into the basement.
(4) A long time ago, when I was in high school, I traded a breeding pair of salvini cichlids to a local pet shop for an angelfish that was brought back wild from the Amazon region. Not at all fancy, but it was absolutely beautiful in its subtlety of colouration and in its sheer ass-kicking athleticism.
So soothing. Beats going to a therapist.
A few years ago I spent about two weeks in a hospital. The room has all the hospital stuff - uncomfortable bed, uncomfortable chairs, noisy hallway, constant light, even a t night, etc.
The one good thing it has was on television. It was called The Fish Channel. It was nothing more than a camera that was pointed at an aquarium filled with colorful fish. It ran 24/7, and was one of the most relaxing, calming things you could imagine. It improved my mood.
I later contacted my local cable provider, the gleeful, cooperative, always goof folks at Time Warner, and suggested that one of the 1,308 useless channels in my cable package should be changed to a Fish Channel.
Ha ha, they said. Ha ha you foolish man, ha ha.
I think they are working on it.
Fish seems to be a recurring theme here today.
Maybe somebody could do a post about Rachel Maddow. Just sayn'
Eric, that is the kind of angelfish I thought I was getting.
I made an agreement with the shopkeeper if they grew up too mean I can bring them back and exchange for babies again. I like them when they're small and cute and manageable. They grow to dominate. Then breed and really dominate. And they're proper bastards to evict.
Then they grew into these overly decorative specimens. Their fins ridiculous exaggerations. The fins grow to outrageous lengths and split into threads like a worn mop. The side fins that hover and steer are like a woman who grow her fingernails so long they curl around and around and become useless and an impediment. Pieces of fin actually break off. And I'm glad because it shortens them the way I'm tempted to cut them.The breeding for that trait is a straight up affront to evolution.
I thought they would be like darts and they're not.
But man, are they ever interesting fish. If that's possible. They are the most interesting I ever had, actually interactive, not afraid of much, but then suddenly terrified of a shadow, they're strange. They're looking at me.
A couple of tiger barbs will take care of those fins for you, straight up.
Our son is severely ADHD and we found a large Aquarium to be particularly effective in producing a calming effect when he was young..
Very peaceful. Thanks for showing us your aquarium, Chip.
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