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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Harakiri?

Sad news.

One of two things must have occured.

  1. Either seven of my fish (I have had eight) have conspired against the eighth fish, and eventually killed the poor little bugger in a heinous act of brutality.
  2. Or said eighth fish has commited suicide in an awfully odd way.
Either way, the victim fell (jumped? was pushed?) out of the aquarium and died a slow and agonising death on the floor next to the couch (which is, as the fish soon found out, surprisingly devoid of water).

He (or she) will be missed.

Cheers

14 Comments:

Blogger Martin said...

Such a shame, it (I'm sticking to 'it') probably had a sparkling personality.

Pretty weird experience, though, finding a goldfish next to the bowl when you get home.

Anyone care to speak at the funeral?

Cheers

7:34 pm  
Blogger Martin said...

Oh, and I hate blogger, because it's taking forever to post entries and to get comments to show up.

But that's beside the point.

We were talking about the fish. I think it wanted to be cremated.

Cheers

7:47 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was so sure you were going to say the pope committed harakiri. Better luck next time!

I'm sorry to hear about your fish. I can say a few words in Latin, if you want me to. Sort of give the funeral some more gravitas, you know? Sum, es, est, that kind of thing.

— Lies

7:56 pm  
Blogger nique said...

I worked at a pet store in my youth and the fish constantly committed suicide. Dumb asses!

Story time: The fish for the most part were little. However, this one fish was a good foot in length and it looked like a dragon. In any event, the thing had to have weighed a couple lbs at least. The damn dragon fish jumped ship and disappeared! We couldn't find it anywhere! We knew no one stole the stupid thing!

Well one day (a couple weeks later) we were cleaning (not really) underneath the fish tanks and at the base between the tank and the floor a flap swings up to open to the dirty underside...and low and behold there it was. Scared the shit out of us.

We left it right where it dried up and died. Ewe!

9:42 pm  
Blogger nique said...

oh, sorry about your fish man. that sucks...

9:45 pm  
Blogger Martin said...

Lies - "What is, is", right? What good will that do the poor bugger?

Sebastian - you insensitive prick, I'm mourning here.

Nique - you left it there? Doesn't that, you know, smell?

Cheers

9:54 pm  
Blogger Oh great One said...

My condolences. I am sure it was such a great friend and beloved by many.

11:30 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

(nique)

well it was down there for two weeks. it was pretty much thoroughly dried out.
have you ever been in a pet store, it reaks so bad, you can't smell rotting fish...no worries there! ; )

11:58 pm  
Blogger Martin said...

I think he was shot from the grassy knoll!

:: LUNA ::

12:02 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Goddess - Nope, my cat couldn't have done that, because I had to have him put to sleep last year after 17 years of friendship. Now I'm really depressed.

Great one - how very true. I hear the funeral is going to be televised.

Nique - Yuck!

Moonman - You could be on to something there. Good aim, though.

Cheers

12:23 am  
Blogger Martin said...

Fuck!

12:24 am  
Blogger Martin said...

No no, nevermind me, it's just something caught in my eye ...

Cheers

1:47 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually, I was just conjugating "to be". When I was 7, my mushrooms died (Long, boring story.) and my brother, sister and I decided a Latin funeral was in order. (i.e. a sum, es, est, sumus, estis, sunt one) It seemed fitting now. If you want me to, I can conjugate some other verbs for the fish as well though. Just say which ones you want to hear.

— Lies

1:53 am  
Blogger Martin said...

Surprise me.

Cheers

1:12 pm  

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