I am usually depressed on birthdays. This year is no exception. Aside from the usual "why am I here?" reflections, the anniversary of the passing of John Lennon, the Walking Dead hiatus until February - then there's the Mayan thing, and November's election results (the last two are possibly related Apocalyptic events). Not to mention; raising a thirteen year old by myself, another failed business attempt, and still another year in the Retail Hell known as Tyson's Corner Mall - its easy to rationalize the need for a psychological life preserver or two. As my liver has strongly suggested binge drinking is no longer an option, and I am still a year or two away from medical marijuana, I've decided the tropical fish hobby deserves another look. As a kid, we had ten tanks (including a 300 gallon monster), but I don't expect to get that hardcore. Watching fish will help me sleep better.
This project is the catalyst for a web site idea next summer.
This handsome Siamese Fighting Fish pictured above is named Winston. At least, that's his name once he arrives from Thailand. Right now, his name is simply sushi. I ordered him from the Sirinut Betta Farm. I am also getting a female from the same line. Her name shall be Clementine. I want them to have sex. Lots of sex. Their breeding bucket shall be named Blenheim Palace.
I also won an Aquabid auction for a beautiful Cambodian Red female from Bettascapes in Texas. She will get here about the same time as the other two. Her name will be Sophia; after the girl in the barn.
Still need to find a show quality Cambodian male. Once I do, I think I'll name him T-Dawg.
I haven't done much with this blog this year, so expect a lot more of my new hobby.