I got a Christmas present for my tropical fish. Let me back up -- I was at the pet store anyway getting dog food, fish food and presents for the dogs, so I thought, "Oh, what the hell" and got a present for the two tropical fish in the 20 gallon hexagon aquarium my Dad gave me. I didn't get any presents for the goldfish. Heck, that would be too weird.
Anyway, I got a hollow, aquarium-safe log. It's marketed for bettas (also called Siamese fighting fish) but my common plecostomus, Mr. Big Fish, is getting a kick out of it. too. He likes to chew on it and push it about the tank surface, ramming it into the walls, the heater and so on. Dragon, the betta that the log is supposed to be for, sometimes swims inside if it and stays there, tooling around his territory in his log-tank.
But so far, it seems to be Mr. Big Fish enjoying the floating log more than Dragon the old, blue dragonscale betta.
And it shows you what my generation is like when I see that log and can't stop thinking
"All kids love Log!
What rolls down stairs alone or in pairs
Rolls over your neighbor's dog?
What's great for a snack and fits on your back?
It's Log, Log, Log!
It's Log, Log, it's big, it's heavy, it's wood.
It's Log, Log, it's better than bad, it's good!
Everyone wants a log! You're gonna love it, Log!
Come on and get your log! Everyone needs a Log!"
every single freaking time that log floats into view. I have tried to stop the song from entering my head but so far, no good. The song is not to be denied -- a tidal sound wave of epic proportions that will smash down any resistance. It's only been 8 days since I gave the little log to the fish. Let's see how long I can last before I finally toss the thing out so I can finally look at my tropical fish tank in peace.
So, anyway, this is what life for me is like right now while Peter Gabriel takes his sabbatical. If he decides to extend it, I'm going to be really pissed off.
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