Another Vid Rec and a State of the...Fish...
I'm working my way up to a State of the Me. Fish seemed like a good warm-up. ::waves at equusentric::
But vid rec!
If you watch Veronica Mars, you must go over here and see f1renze's new Veronica/Lilly vid. It's just...it's beautiful and it hurts, and just go see it already! And even if you don't watch VM, if you like vids, you should get over there too. You might not catch every contexual reference (myriad and wonderful though they are), but you can't miss the pretty and the movement and the colors and the music. Promise. :}
And there's no good segue from vid recs to fish pictures, so I won't bother trying. :P
The fishes have been mostly behaving themselves. Last year somewhere around this time-ish, Oscar started to come down with Hole in the Head. I Goggled and Goggled, but I still wasn't sure what to do for him, though I tried a few different things. Then, after switching the furry pets to raw diets in January, we finally did the same with the fish early this summer--voila, his HitH went into remission.
Over the last couple of weeks though, one of the big divots has opened back up a bit. But Googling this time has led me to believe this probably isn't HitH. More likely that the HitH damage made him more susceptible to something else. Right now I'm just keeping an eye on him. He can't get much uglier at this point, poor guy, even if this stuff goes all the way through to his mouth cavity (TMI, I'm sure...)--mostly I'm watching to see if he looks uncomfortable. When the HitH was bad, he was very very jumpy. As in, don't walk by the tank too quickly or you might be cleaning a gallon of water off the floor. :P Currently he's acting normal and the wierd spot isn't spreading at all, so I'm just sort of crossing my fingers and waiting.
And Little Oscar--growing like damned weed of course, even with my skimpy (and much maligned by Gerry) feeding schedule.
Oscar and Little Oscar last year at this time...
Oscar and Little Oscar and my hand tonight.
Aren't I pretty? I think maybe I'm a girl. Good thing Little Oscar is such a versatile name!
Oscar and Little Oscar are buddies. Or possibly in looooove. Although my rudimentary slash education suggests that might be the same thing.
I just wanna be loved--is that so wwrrrong?
As for the oscars' tank mates, they've been keeping out of trouble. Largely because without me adding miscellaneous small fish to their tank, there is very little trouble they can get into. So they generally fill their days with chasing each other in and out of their little caves. Except Yellow Fish. He kinda marches to his own tune. And for some reason, Loeb and Leopold have decided the best way to make him feel bad is to act like yellow fish are too icky to chase around caves. Whatever. Fish logic and earth logic don't necessarily meet up that often anyway.
Loeb being all sneaky and blue tipped.
Leopold watching me suspiciously. Or possibly trying to kill me with his tiny fish brain.
Yellow Fish being blissfully unware that he is NOT allowed in Leopold's cave. For now.
That brings us to Lily's goldfish. I fear I was remiss in letting her have fish at such a young age. She still hasn't developed much of a sense of responsibility. As soon as the fish stop jiggling at her, she's off to something else that jiggles better. ::sigh:: So I blame her for this:
R.I.P.
It will certainly not teach me what happens when you buy the tiny pitiful goldfish at the petstore. Because it wasn't my fault they died. Heck, I don't even know what she did with the little pleco. For all I know he spontaneously combusted. Invisibly. One little guy survived though, and now he/she has some company that is chewing on it's pretty fantail. Stupid shubunkin. That I bought Lily made me buy last week. He's pretty, but he's a little jerk. Fortunately the three little otocinclus catfish that got added just chew on the algae. Like they're supposed to. That and entertain the cats. Those little catfish jiggle good.
I will survive! I must be a girl.
I'm a tail-chewing jerk. I'm probably a boy.
I jiggle all over the place! Who cares what I am!
And that leaves Gerry's fish. They have not been so well behaved lately. Gerry is worried that when it gets very cold here this winter, his betta in his unheated gallon fish bowl will get too cold. He tried to put him in with his two goldfish. The goldfish are about 4 times the betta's size. The betta obviously did not get that memo. Gerry is looking into other options. (When it comes to fish, "other options" always mean more fish tanks--I have learned this one thing by now.)
What're you lookin' at?
Oh, right, me. 'Cause I'm so pretty. Watch me be pretty. And mysterious...
So about those goldfish... We always thought of George and Lenny as pretty harmless. Stupid, but harmless. I even snapped this picture of them being harmless one day:
Ooohhmmmm....
So Gerry decided otocinclus's would be a great match for the two of them. Not like Lenny and George were ever going to learn to clean up after themselves. And so the four new little catfish cleaned, cleaned, cleaned.
And then one died.
And Gerry was sad.
And then George tried to eat one.
And Gerry was mad.
And then three days later, George spit the little carcass out.
And Gerry was glad.
And then Lenny tried to eat one.
And Gerry just got grumpy.
And Lenny got grabbed and had the little dead catfish yanked out of his mouth.
And then the last little catfish died of loneliness.
Except that it was probably of nitrates or something instead.
But it doesn't really matter 'cause he's still very dead.
Tweedle Dee...
...and Tweedle Dumbass. I mean Lenny.
And they all lived happily ever after. NOT THE END...dun dun duhnnnnn...
So long, and thanks for all the fish!
But vid rec!
If you watch Veronica Mars, you must go over here and see f1renze's new Veronica/Lilly vid. It's just...it's beautiful and it hurts, and just go see it already! And even if you don't watch VM, if you like vids, you should get over there too. You might not catch every contexual reference (myriad and wonderful though they are), but you can't miss the pretty and the movement and the colors and the music. Promise. :}
And there's no good segue from vid recs to fish pictures, so I won't bother trying. :P
The fishes have been mostly behaving themselves. Last year somewhere around this time-ish, Oscar started to come down with Hole in the Head. I Goggled and Goggled, but I still wasn't sure what to do for him, though I tried a few different things. Then, after switching the furry pets to raw diets in January, we finally did the same with the fish early this summer--voila, his HitH went into remission.
Over the last couple of weeks though, one of the big divots has opened back up a bit. But Googling this time has led me to believe this probably isn't HitH. More likely that the HitH damage made him more susceptible to something else. Right now I'm just keeping an eye on him. He can't get much uglier at this point, poor guy, even if this stuff goes all the way through to his mouth cavity (TMI, I'm sure...)--mostly I'm watching to see if he looks uncomfortable. When the HitH was bad, he was very very jumpy. As in, don't walk by the tank too quickly or you might be cleaning a gallon of water off the floor. :P Currently he's acting normal and the wierd spot isn't spreading at all, so I'm just sort of crossing my fingers and waiting.
And Little Oscar--growing like damned weed of course, even with my skimpy (and much maligned by Gerry) feeding schedule.
Oscar and Little Oscar last year at this time...
Oscar and Little Oscar and my hand tonight.
Aren't I pretty? I think maybe I'm a girl. Good thing Little Oscar is such a versatile name!
Oscar and Little Oscar are buddies. Or possibly in looooove. Although my rudimentary slash education suggests that might be the same thing.
I just wanna be loved--is that so wwrrrong?
As for the oscars' tank mates, they've been keeping out of trouble. Largely because without me adding miscellaneous small fish to their tank, there is very little trouble they can get into. So they generally fill their days with chasing each other in and out of their little caves. Except Yellow Fish. He kinda marches to his own tune. And for some reason, Loeb and Leopold have decided the best way to make him feel bad is to act like yellow fish are too icky to chase around caves. Whatever. Fish logic and earth logic don't necessarily meet up that often anyway.
Loeb being all sneaky and blue tipped.
Leopold watching me suspiciously. Or possibly trying to kill me with his tiny fish brain.
Yellow Fish being blissfully unware that he is NOT allowed in Leopold's cave. For now.
That brings us to Lily's goldfish. I fear I was remiss in letting her have fish at such a young age. She still hasn't developed much of a sense of responsibility. As soon as the fish stop jiggling at her, she's off to something else that jiggles better. ::sigh:: So I blame her for this:
R.I.P.
It will certainly not teach me what happens when you buy the tiny pitiful goldfish at the petstore. Because it wasn't my fault they died. Heck, I don't even know what she did with the little pleco. For all I know he spontaneously combusted. Invisibly. One little guy survived though, and now he/she has some company that is chewing on it's pretty fantail. Stupid shubunkin. That I bought Lily made me buy last week. He's pretty, but he's a little jerk. Fortunately the three little otocinclus catfish that got added just chew on the algae. Like they're supposed to. That and entertain the cats. Those little catfish jiggle good.
I will survive! I must be a girl.
I'm a tail-chewing jerk. I'm probably a boy.
I jiggle all over the place! Who cares what I am!
And that leaves Gerry's fish. They have not been so well behaved lately. Gerry is worried that when it gets very cold here this winter, his betta in his unheated gallon fish bowl will get too cold. He tried to put him in with his two goldfish. The goldfish are about 4 times the betta's size. The betta obviously did not get that memo. Gerry is looking into other options. (When it comes to fish, "other options" always mean more fish tanks--I have learned this one thing by now.)
What're you lookin' at?
Oh, right, me. 'Cause I'm so pretty. Watch me be pretty. And mysterious...
So about those goldfish... We always thought of George and Lenny as pretty harmless. Stupid, but harmless. I even snapped this picture of them being harmless one day:
Ooohhmmmm....
So Gerry decided otocinclus's would be a great match for the two of them. Not like Lenny and George were ever going to learn to clean up after themselves. And so the four new little catfish cleaned, cleaned, cleaned.
And then one died.
And Gerry was sad.
And then George tried to eat one.
And Gerry was mad.
And then three days later, George spit the little carcass out.
And Gerry was glad.
And then Lenny tried to eat one.
And Gerry just got grumpy.
And Lenny got grabbed and had the little dead catfish yanked out of his mouth.
And then the last little catfish died of loneliness.
Except that it was probably of nitrates or something instead.
But it doesn't really matter 'cause he's still very dead.
Tweedle Dee...
...and Tweedle Dumbass. I mean Lenny.
And they all lived happily ever after. NOT THE END...dun dun duhnnnnn...
So long, and thanks for all the fish!