Fishy Fish…meet The Creepy Baby (or, no more chef boyardee for me)
September 26th, 2007 RachelVictory (and a fine bottle of wine to wash it down with) is mine.
Victory (and a fine bottle of wine to wash it down with) is mine.
My fish jumped out of his tank last week. One second he’s in there swimming around, the next second I thought that a salamander had crept up the stairs and planted himself next to my computer. I figured this was him telling me he needed a roomier place. More closet space, appliance upgrades.
His bubblenest (above his head) indicates he approves. ![]()
Seriously? Now we’re stringing Disney characters up and adding the audio “Help me! Help me!” in order to drive clickthrough?
Ew. That’s just in poor taste.
I have a new friend at the office. He’s nameless (so far), and red, and hangs out in his very own little cave most of the day.

He keeps me entertained and he’s another animal to take silly photos of. It’s a win-win.

(p.s. lots of developments goin’ on over on the MusicIP blog…I’m just sayin’…)