This Thursday, Andy and I will be making a trip to Boston for some wedding preparation, and I can’t wait. Our officiant Chris has also sent in his application to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, so we are on our way. Finally, to close off a week of wedding plans, our invitations will be sent out on Thursday as well. Things are getting exciting…
Apparently I have a predilection for dreaming about guys whom I don’t find the least bit attractive. It’s happened before with Robert Pattinson, and last night it happened with Apolo Ohno. (For those not living on this planet, he’s an Olympic Speedskater – and the only reason I know this is because I follow figure skating, and he had races betwixt the triple axels.)
In last night’s dream, I was at my parent’s pool in the summer. Luckily I was standing on the deck when a huge manta ray/shark creature in black swam quickly through the water. It was horrifying (and one of my nightmares come true as I always predicted it would). The creature darted into the shallow end then emerged. The face was covered all in black cloth, but then the mask came off and it was Apolo Ohno, apparently trying to disguise himself (and quite successfully so). He was then all smiles and charm and he and my brother went back in the pool while I ran inside to get the camera. We took a few photos because he’s famous and that was that. I love it when a surreal dream ends happily (or at least without any bloody carnage).
(I didn’t think there were photos of a naked Apolo Ohno, but once again I was wrong, so for those who find something thrilling in that, here it is. Personally, I hate when they muck up someone’s erotic masturbation fantasy image with this sort of message, but since Apolo does nothing for me it doesn’t much matter in this case.)
It’s not often that I get to use the term ‘codpiece’, so for that alone I guess I am grateful to Adam Lambert. Now, in his defense, from what I understand these were taken at Mardi Gras in Sydney, Australia – which is about the only place that this is acceptable attire (well, I know of some other ones, but we won’t mention them in polite company). It’s not the codpiece that I mind, as much as the total, umm, package.
There’s just too much spandex, too much body harnessing, too much (and this is the first time I have ever uttered this) glitter… And at the same time I’m strangely proud of the boy for having the balls – leather-bound and all – to do this, Mardi Gras or not.
But as a whole… no.
This past week, the aquarium finally completed its nitrogen cycle. Nitrites had at last begun to decline, and when they went down to zero and stayed there it was time to stock the tank. I decided to begin with a group of gold zebra danios, for their hardiness and ease of keeping, as well as their lively and animated nature. They have been wildly exploring their new environs, darting to and fro among the plants and rocks and driftwood, and they must be comfortable enough already as they don’t even show signs of schooling behavior (which was sort of what I wanted to see) but as long as they’re happy I’ll deal.
I also picked up three cory catfish, who have been much less active, keeping to the bottom and themselves while the danios wreak havoc in the rest of the tank. They strike a nice balance.
As is evident here, fish are hard to photograph. I need to work on this a bit more, but for the fast-moving danios you may never see a clear photo. For now, here’s a look at their new home, and a brief, blurred glimpse at some on the inhabitants.
Sometimes you just want to say to the world, “Fuck you!!” and “Suck it!!” And sometimes you can say it all in a single picture.