A watery tale

In addition to photo’s I have a little story.

My wife got our daughter a fish last week. One of those beta samurai fighting type fish. My daughter named it Mack and would run over to the tank and say “Fish! Daddy fish! Mack!” Three days later it was dead. It some how contracted a body rot type disease which ate it’s tail and some of it’s body for it died. A guy at the pet store told us this take normally takes about a month for this to happen once the fish gets sick and is treatable if caught early enough. I’m guessing it was sick when we got him.

Now I’m sure most normal people would just flush it and move on. Not me. See, I had to put down my first dog only a year and bit ago. She was suffering from invertible disk disease and was in horrible horrible pain. I was awful to watch and even worse to lose her. To this day I still miss her. Because of this incident I became a changed person. I can no longer cause harm to another creature of any kind. I can’t even swat a fly or kill a spider. I have to get a broom and swoosh and sweep it out of the house so it can continue to live it’s buggie life. I mourn the loss of all creatures now.

My wife told me over MSN Messenger that Mack had died in the night. As silly as it sounds I was very sad. My daughters first pet had just died. That night I went home and held a little memoriam for the fish we had for three days as I buried him in our backyard. I can’t put my life above or below this fish. He is no more important then me and I expressed this as I said goodbye.

Am I strange?

We got her some more fish. Just some feeder fish. One of them died as well. Just from the stress of moving to a new tank. I guess fish can’t handle such things very well. Once again I buried the fish and once again I said a small goodbye to the fish. I’m sure I’ll do it for the rest of them when they eventually pass too. It's hard though when my daughter runs to the tank now and says "Daddy, Mack?" and my wife and I have to tell her that Mack isn't here any more. It just breaks my heart.

I view life very differently now that my Pheobe girl is gone.

Thanks Pheebs

Flapper Town

I’ve come to the conclusion that your child will only throw up at 1:36AM, that your dog will only eat a handful of ant traps on a late Saturday night and that your toilet will only breakdown or clog just after all the stores have closed for the day. I have lived through all of these but from time to time they come back to haunt me. This time it was the toilet (my child threw up in the wee hours last month so I should be good on that one for a while. Also to throw a bit of crazy in to the bowl this time, because I own my house now I can’t call the landlord to come fix the toilet. I am the landlord.

It would seem that the chain on the “flapper”… yes… that’s what it’s actually called, broke thus hindering us from flushing (thankfully we have two toilets. Thankfully though there was still an hour before the hardware store closed for the night so I jumped in the van and took off to Flapper Town (actually it was just Rona). I found them easily enough and slapped down two bucks for it and went back home. I had to remember where our home inspector said the water shut off valve was but once I found it was all easy. Once the water was off I was able to drain the tank and replace the flapper with ease. Our Home Depot quick repairs book helped too.

Once I was done I had this I had this great feeling of fixing my own home. I felt like… my Dad. I remember watching him fix things or going with him to the hardware store to get some parts or tools. It was great. Soon my daughter will watch me fix things and the process will start again. It really is a wonderful feeling.

Well, I was able to get out and do some quick photo taking. Nothing to fancy, just some shots around the Bell Center is all. Once I got out there, I remembered how much fun it is to take pictures and how much I want a new camera.

But good things come to those who wait. ^_^

I know art-fu...

Still no new photo’s yet, but I do have a sausage.

Get your mind out of the gutter >_<

It’s been so long since I’ve been out taking pictures. I watch The Weather Network and if it says it’s going to rain I don’t take our camera. It doesn’t swim well. Some days it says it’s going to rain only for it to be a bright sunny day. Geez… Also this past week my wife and daughter and dog have gone to visit her brother in Oshawa taking the camera with her. So no snappy snappy for me this week. Oh well. I’m going to for sure take it out next week. I should get some photo’s going before it gets too cold out and with the way the weather is that shouldn’t be long.

Okay, I’m sure people are thinking “Why did you draw a sausage?” well, a friend at work brought her Intellevision II to work the other day and we played Burger Time. Ahhh the memories. Now I’m not going to get on a soap box and go on about the state of the game industry. There’s plenty of other sites for that. I will say that I had more fun playing Burger Time then some of the new games of today. Some things just don’t get old. Anyway, a comment was made as to how you the player have to use your imagination to really see how that jagged bunch of pixels on the screen could be a chef, burger or a sausage. So after work on the train ride home I drew a terror sausage of sorts in my sketchbook and then the next day I painted it. Such joy… such fun ^_^ I’m quite proud of it and have been sending it to people all day and pestering then with the question of “Hey, remember Burger Time?”

Hmmm… Maybe I’ll draw the Pickle next.