fish and other randomness

[la_belle_laide]

His name is Valentine. (For the heart on his tail, but really mostly for Vincent Valentine.) Also, his name is Jason. Isn't he cute? He's the first of maybe four or five. Not other bettas, though. Yesterday I finally got the tank cleaned and mostly set up. I fought for hours with the goddamn filter, finally giving up, letting it sink to the bottom and insisting that it was broken, stupid, in five pieces and somehow at fault. Today I went in bitching at the Fish Guy about this goddamn lameass filter, until he advised me that it went outside the tank with the suction in the water, not the other way around.

Oh.

I seriously felt like Owen Wilson in Zoolander. “The files are in the computer.” Well, at any rate, the damn thing is up and running and looking seriously zen. I really wanted the shiny silver catfish today, but they were fresh out. If not tomorrow, then next week.

In writing news, I put my opening chapters up at a highly recommended (by the agent that I really dig) SF/F critique group page thingieding, and got some excellently helpful and thoroughly eye-opening feedback. It's funny, because I've gotten so many critiques, really serious ones, from this thing's inception, and every single time I think “I took all the advice and now it's so much better,” there is yet more to change and improve. This one critique, I felt, set me back almost to the beginning. It set me back, but also jettisoned me forward at the same time. I felt really daunted, and really excited, too. What a huge task, making it work. But one that I know is possible, and maybe even around the corner. As I told the person who did the critique, I like knowing what I can do to make it better. I like being pointed in the right direction, because I know I can walk it myself, eventually.

But also, daunting for sure.

Right now, I'm waiting “a few minutes” (read: 45 minutes) for a vet to call me back about Sano. He's got this skin rash that just won't quit and it's driving the both of us up the mothergrabbing wall. He can't stop itching, and he itches and scratches himself raw. When he's not scratching, he's licking. He's been wearing a sweater and a cone for two weeks and it's only helping a little. One vet increased his dose of pred. Today all of a sudden I wondered if the massive amounts of pred have given him Cushing's disease, the first symptom of which is a skin rash. It might just be time to take matters into my own hands. “A few minutes.” My ass.

Complain complain.

Gacked from skitty_kitty:



It took me watching this about six times before it utterly cracked me up. I think it's when he flies away at the end.

Work tomorrow, Kung Fu Monday, and then a day off on Tuesday. ^_^

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When I think about all the alternate universes, I think of how I'm banging Jared Leto and such. And the awesome car I drive there. ^_^