Swimming inside the box
Schrodinger is alive, FYI.
Man, these Silver Dollar fish are tough! If a 3-day weekend in that tank can't kill one, they can't be killed.
The government should start a Silver Dollar Fish Recruiting program. We could send them to the Navy and have them train for the special forces.
Of course, then they would be Seals AND Silver Dollar fish, and that would probably give them some kind of complex, and then they wouldn't be able to pass their psych evals. And then we'd just be stuck with a bunch of very deadly and frustrated (and unkillable) Silver Dollar fish running around...
This idea really wasn't that good.
Labels: deadly and frustrated, fish update
posted by caparoon @ 9:22 AM
3 Comments:
My nephew won a gold fish at Blue Grass Days (carnival and fried food gala) before my daughter was born. He died in February. Emily will be 4 in June. The Fish was replaced in March with a store-bought one and died last week.
Those carnie fish are a tough bunch, too. Not like those soft mama's fish you get in the store. They come up hard. Gotta learn to scrap, or they don't make it. Those fish get a bad rap for their seedy ways, but you gotta understand.. you grow up in a bowl where every day The Man let's 200 snotty kids take a shot at you with a ping pong ball for a dollar a crack, and you're gonna be jaded.
On the plus side, like your nephew found out, if they ever *do* make it out, they'll climb their way to the top. Because they know where they're from, and they ain't never goin' back there. Y'heard?
Where y'at!? One fin in the gutter, Dawg. The other reaching for the stars.
Word t' ya fish. Peace!
Sniff sniff. I smell the next Pixar hit!
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