Voices, Facebook apps, Pokemon, and Sociopathic aquatic creatures

I have little people that live inside my head.  All miniatures of real people in my life.  I have a little Alien that says "You should tell me when you're sad, because I love you and hate to see you cry."  I have a little Older Brother that I talk through conversations with so I can avoid asking tedious questions.  Today, I have a little Javelina and a little Earrings whispering, "YOU SHOULD WRITE A BLOG POST"And the little Cactus in my head knows that they're right, so here I am.

I've had a relapse with Farmville.  Now I know what you're going to say, but there's a NEW farm for me to work on!  It's the English Countryside.  And it has little horses and little bunnies and a red deer that I won in a stupid balloon pop mini game (An online balloon pop game... How sad is that?) and, and... AND SHEEP!  Guys they have sheep breeding now.  I have my own bloodlines of the buggers and they're all kinds of retarded not-sheep colors.  But they are wonderful, and I love them.  And they have all of these really cool English and Scottish and Irish breeds of livestock from Shire and Suffolk horses to Sebright chickens to little black floppy ear pigs...  They're pretty.  And this is the only way I will ever own them.  Or have an orchard.  And the lambs are DARN cute, okay!

Woo, enough rambling.  Let's see... Topics for the day...

GUYS!!!

Guys.

I just remembered.

POKEMON DREAM WORLD IS UP NOW.

I haven't checked it out yet.  But it seems super cool.

I really enjoyed the new games.  It had a darker, heavier story line than the last games.  I really appreciated the weirdness and contemplation that came along with it.  My team is composed of the greatest pokes of all time.

Left to Right: Amber, Willow, Cheddar, Bobobo, and Tsuki
(I always thought Cheddar was a little prankster)

Now I know that Ninetails is a first gen, but DON'T YOU JUDGE HER.  She was wild caught in THIS game, so she counts.  And yes, there are only five on my permanent team.  The last slot is usually for a HM slave or whoever I need to help out against a certain typing.  It's the party's fault, really.  They're terribly choosy about who they fight with.  And really,

*soulgaze*

Would YOU argue with this guy?

*pause for distraction from bathroom radio and Little One playing in the corner*

Oh, I bought fish.  Moved my tank to Alien's room since I spend most of my time in here anyway.  Little One is a corydora.  He looks kind of like this shamelessly stolen picture from Google:

Don't recommend staring into that eye for long

I named him Little One after "The Little One" (or TLO) from a Starcraft video Alien watched once.  Why?  Because The Little One was a survivor.  And so is this little dude.  My recommendation for aquarists (totally a word now) everywhere: Don't move your tank, refill it from half full (evaporation is a sad way to kill a fish tank), AND buy four fish in the same day.  It does bad things to your ammonia levels.  And, if you manage to screw something up in the move (say, jack up the tank heater to somewhere around stew) you can kill your three adorable otocinclus in just under twenty-four hours.  And then your friends can come along and point out that the three dead fish are missing chunks from their belly.  And then you can remember that the corydora is a bottom feeder, and he probably ate the dead guys for sustenance as he battled against the raging sauna that was his life for the last eighty-three days (fish time).

"I will eat you when this tank renders you
medium-rare"

That can happen.  So I don't recommend pushing your luck

Epilouge: took in the three dead fish, got two new fish, two new plants, and a thermometer in two days worth of trips.  The new otos are happy, healthy, and in need of names.

So that's the brain vomit for the day.  If you're lucky, I'll have something within the next week.  We'll see what the voices tell me.