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I'm in a good mood, I promise. Don't let my post distract you, lol. Well Captain Nemo survived the night and seems to be swimming happily in his new, larger bowl. He does like to hide in the plants, though, so I might look for shorter plants the next time I'm out at the pet store. (These are too tall-- he ends up hiding at the surface and the edge of the bowl, and the light is distorted enough I have trouble finding him. Little bugger.) So I think I said I reverse-reference named him Captain Nemo, because he has a weak fin. That's not exactly true-- it just looks sickly. One is bright and colorful, and the other is pale and see-through. But he seems to use it alright, and that's what matters. I can't find a good example of how to feed him, though, a detailed way. All the packages say "feed once a day, no more than they can eat in one/three minute(s)." Which is how much? So I just give him a little pinch three or four times a day and that seems ok. I don't want the water to get nasty from overfeeding. At any rate. I need to find some nice tank decorations made for bettas, so they don't rip his fins. Cute lil dude.
So, the ranty part. Outside the humanities building today they were passing out silver ribbons in honor of Suicide Awareness Day or something. Honestly, if your cause is already well known, what the hell does "awareness" do? Why do you need a freaking HOLIDAY? Why don't you put the money towards something useful, like a cure? I'm looking at you, Breast Cancer Awareness. Wearing pink shirts does nothing, even if you get the whole campus to do it. Especially since the Breast Cancer Awareness association was created to point out, HEY, SOME WOMEN (and the rare male) GET BREAST CANCER! Not, you know, HEY, WE STILL DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE, CURE-WISE. Yeah, YOU, DOUCHEBAGS. Same with suicide awareness. Oh frabjous day, let us all wear ribbons. How about, talk to your fucking friends if they're down in the dumps? Or... you know, have actual friends in the first place? Be a geniune person? Stop trashing your life with drugs and meaningless shit? Yeah, that might work. I don't know, it only seems to work pretty well for those of us who have adjusted and fit into functional society.
Wait, forget that. If you're going to be stupid, thanks for removing yourself from the gene pool.
(I'm only halfway kidding on that-- I'm not that mean, nor am I in that much of a bad mood, but STILL.)
Anyway, linkshpammy!
A fogbow: http://syndicated.livejournal.com/apod/389335.html?view=6919639#t6919639 Fogbow is the best word ever. =D Actually, so is Dreadnaught, which is a type of ship. But still. =^n.n^=
This is incomprehendible: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061115/ap_on_en_tv/simpson_interview_7 Also, it was only 1994?! Damn, I always thought it was before I was that conscious of my surroundings, possibly even before I was born. Same with Michael Jackson turning weird-- I didn't realize it was early 90's. I was an ignorant (pop-culture-wise) little kid, I tell you. But that's not all terrible-- I hate Spice Girls, I hate boy bands, yeah, you get the point.
And as much as I hate to say this, I am living on pop at the moment. I've been up too late, distracted, and I need the caffiene so I don't break down from a headache. Blarrrrgh. Evil stuff for your body, but how I love my lemony-lime...
So, the ranty part. Outside the humanities building today they were passing out silver ribbons in honor of Suicide Awareness Day or something. Honestly, if your cause is already well known, what the hell does "awareness" do? Why do you need a freaking HOLIDAY? Why don't you put the money towards something useful, like a cure? I'm looking at you, Breast Cancer Awareness. Wearing pink shirts does nothing, even if you get the whole campus to do it. Especially since the Breast Cancer Awareness association was created to point out, HEY, SOME WOMEN (and the rare male) GET BREAST CANCER! Not, you know, HEY, WE STILL DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE, CURE-WISE. Yeah, YOU, DOUCHEBAGS. Same with suicide awareness. Oh frabjous day, let us all wear ribbons. How about, talk to your fucking friends if they're down in the dumps? Or... you know, have actual friends in the first place? Be a geniune person? Stop trashing your life with drugs and meaningless shit? Yeah, that might work. I don't know, it only seems to work pretty well for those of us who have adjusted and fit into functional society.
Wait, forget that. If you're going to be stupid, thanks for removing yourself from the gene pool.
(I'm only halfway kidding on that-- I'm not that mean, nor am I in that much of a bad mood, but STILL.)
Anyway, linkshpammy!
A fogbow: http://syndicated.livejournal.com/apod/389335.html?view=6919639#t6919639 Fogbow is the best word ever. =D Actually, so is Dreadnaught, which is a type of ship. But still. =^n.n^=
This is incomprehendible: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061115/ap_on_en_tv/simpson_interview_7 Also, it was only 1994?! Damn, I always thought it was before I was that conscious of my surroundings, possibly even before I was born. Same with Michael Jackson turning weird-- I didn't realize it was early 90's. I was an ignorant (pop-culture-wise) little kid, I tell you. But that's not all terrible-- I hate Spice Girls, I hate boy bands, yeah, you get the point.
And as much as I hate to say this, I am living on pop at the moment. I've been up too late, distracted, and I need the caffiene so I don't break down from a headache. Blarrrrgh. Evil stuff for your body, but how I love my lemony-lime...
