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zhieFirstly, I meant to mention this last week, but I was sick.
Many know that I have an aquarium at work, sitting right above the book drop. The students and faculty love it. DarkDreamer, the day she came to see my library, asked if the fish had names. Well, the only ones I name these days are the bettas - the one in the community aquarium is Fandango (Legolas died some time ago) and the one in his own little bowl is Jim Morrison. I've got some mini gouramis in the community tank and a few variatus, a really awesome catfish that has dalmation markings, and tons of snails. So, Dark looks at the fish in the tank, points to the smallest one (the little male orange variatus) and says 'That's Gwee'. So, now, I have a tank with Fandango, Gwee, and a bunch of other stuff.
So, that's the set up. The real story is, while I was sick, Gwee became a daddy fish! There are two teeny tiny little variatus fry swimming around. Gwee has to be the daddy, 'cause he's the only male variatus in the tank. They've made it a week and a day now, so that's an awesome thing. I'm hoping they make it to adulthood. They've told us at the pet stores all the time to take the fry out of the tanks, because they might get eaten, but firstly, it's a docile tank, and second, in the wild they don't get separated. Normally, I've been told there would be about thirty fry, but, y'know, nature and all. So, the two little baby gwee-fish... ^_^
And also.. on the radio this morning, announced: INXS coming to Milwaukee in May. May 20th. Woooooo! I'm thinking, awesome, must nudge Mark about this for my birthday.
Pause.
Fuck.
I have a business trip from May 18th to May 23rd.
Dammitdammitdammitdammitdammit.
btw, I'm going to Colorado in late May. A convergence of many librarians. The overwhelming amount of knowledge in one convention center may cause Denver to implode. Just an fyi for those out west.
Hey! I'm going to the West! Heee!
*ahem*
I'm going to the West, and with me, I'm taking an aardvark, a balrog, Celeborn, um... a desk?, a.. shoot, what was the E?.. and F?... a goat (or was it Glorfindel?), something with H... ink... crap. Lost it. Damn, now I gotta go look...
“Now, we begin again.” Celeborn cleared his throat. “I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking furniture, an eagle, a dog, myself, a Balrog, and an aardvark. On a very large ship,” he laughed.
“I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking Glorfindel of Gondolin, furniture, an eagle, a dog, Celeborn, a Balrog, and an aardvark.”
“Two G-words, Hirband Arabeleg. You should get double points for that,” teased Valarda. Haldir stuck his tongue out at her in a very un-dignified manner.
“I certainly wish we might have convinced Glorfindel to sail with us,” sighed Celebdreth, looking back once again. “And Erestor. And Elrohir and Elladan. And Cirdan. And Saelbeth. And-“
“Penneth, fret not! Many of them will come yet.” Celeborn nudged Orophin to continue quickly with the game.
“I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking horses, Glorfindel of Gondolin, furniture, an eagle, a dog, Celeborn, a Balrog, and an aardvark.” Orophin was more alert now, and slid up onto the bench between Celeborn and Valarda. He nodded at Celebdreth.
“I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking ink, horses, Glorfindel of Gondolin, furniture, an eagle, a dog, Celeborn, a Balrog, and an aardvark.” Celebdreth leaned against Haldir, forcing himself not to look behind again. Haldir gave him a half-hug with one arm, and looked at Valarda.
“I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking jelly, furniture, and a Balrog.”
“What?” Celeborn looked around Orophin to see Valarda’s raised brow. “What happened to the rest of the stuff?”
“Turns out the Balrog was hungry. After eating the aardvark, dog, eagle, and horses, he realized Glorfindel was the elf who killed his cousin’s best friend’s uncle’s chef. Consequently, he ate Glorfindel, too, and washed him down with a bottle of ink.”
“I don’t care about Glorfindel, what about me?” demanded Celeborn.
“Oh, well, my Lord, I give you much more credit. You would have jumped off the ship the minute the Balrog started to eye up the aardvark. Terrible what he did to that poor aardvark,” she said, shaking her head.
Celeborn was quiet for a bit, everyone else grinning around him. “Are you sure you’re not one of my children?” he finally asked.
Many know that I have an aquarium at work, sitting right above the book drop. The students and faculty love it. DarkDreamer, the day she came to see my library, asked if the fish had names. Well, the only ones I name these days are the bettas - the one in the community aquarium is Fandango (Legolas died some time ago) and the one in his own little bowl is Jim Morrison. I've got some mini gouramis in the community tank and a few variatus, a really awesome catfish that has dalmation markings, and tons of snails. So, Dark looks at the fish in the tank, points to the smallest one (the little male orange variatus) and says 'That's Gwee'. So, now, I have a tank with Fandango, Gwee, and a bunch of other stuff.
So, that's the set up. The real story is, while I was sick, Gwee became a daddy fish! There are two teeny tiny little variatus fry swimming around. Gwee has to be the daddy, 'cause he's the only male variatus in the tank. They've made it a week and a day now, so that's an awesome thing. I'm hoping they make it to adulthood. They've told us at the pet stores all the time to take the fry out of the tanks, because they might get eaten, but firstly, it's a docile tank, and second, in the wild they don't get separated. Normally, I've been told there would be about thirty fry, but, y'know, nature and all. So, the two little baby gwee-fish... ^_^
And also.. on the radio this morning, announced: INXS coming to Milwaukee in May. May 20th. Woooooo! I'm thinking, awesome, must nudge Mark about this for my birthday.
Pause.
Fuck.
I have a business trip from May 18th to May 23rd.
Dammitdammitdammitdammitdammit.
btw, I'm going to Colorado in late May. A convergence of many librarians. The overwhelming amount of knowledge in one convention center may cause Denver to implode. Just an fyi for those out west.
Hey! I'm going to the West! Heee!
*ahem*
I'm going to the West, and with me, I'm taking an aardvark, a balrog, Celeborn, um... a desk?, a.. shoot, what was the E?.. and F?... a goat (or was it Glorfindel?), something with H... ink... crap. Lost it. Damn, now I gotta go look...
“Now, we begin again.” Celeborn cleared his throat. “I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking furniture, an eagle, a dog, myself, a Balrog, and an aardvark. On a very large ship,” he laughed.
“I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking Glorfindel of Gondolin, furniture, an eagle, a dog, Celeborn, a Balrog, and an aardvark.”
“Two G-words, Hirband Arabeleg. You should get double points for that,” teased Valarda. Haldir stuck his tongue out at her in a very un-dignified manner.
“I certainly wish we might have convinced Glorfindel to sail with us,” sighed Celebdreth, looking back once again. “And Erestor. And Elrohir and Elladan. And Cirdan. And Saelbeth. And-“
“Penneth, fret not! Many of them will come yet.” Celeborn nudged Orophin to continue quickly with the game.
“I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking horses, Glorfindel of Gondolin, furniture, an eagle, a dog, Celeborn, a Balrog, and an aardvark.” Orophin was more alert now, and slid up onto the bench between Celeborn and Valarda. He nodded at Celebdreth.
“I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking ink, horses, Glorfindel of Gondolin, furniture, an eagle, a dog, Celeborn, a Balrog, and an aardvark.” Celebdreth leaned against Haldir, forcing himself not to look behind again. Haldir gave him a half-hug with one arm, and looked at Valarda.
“I’m going to the West, and with me, I’m taking jelly, furniture, and a Balrog.”
“What?” Celeborn looked around Orophin to see Valarda’s raised brow. “What happened to the rest of the stuff?”
“Turns out the Balrog was hungry. After eating the aardvark, dog, eagle, and horses, he realized Glorfindel was the elf who killed his cousin’s best friend’s uncle’s chef. Consequently, he ate Glorfindel, too, and washed him down with a bottle of ink.”
“I don’t care about Glorfindel, what about me?” demanded Celeborn.
“Oh, well, my Lord, I give you much more credit. You would have jumped off the ship the minute the Balrog started to eye up the aardvark. Terrible what he did to that poor aardvark,” she said, shaking her head.
Celeborn was quiet for a bit, everyone else grinning around him. “Are you sure you’re not one of my children?” he finally asked.
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Date: 2006-03-21 09:47 pm (UTC)~DarkDreamer <---The fishy dork