creepy tourist fish

see i told you she was creepy

mysfit's edit: please let me know if you have any suggestions for the pic - thx

a little note from mysfit's desk

after a reprieve, my muse came back from vacation and got mad at me for not even attempting a chaos journal in it's absence. so if you feel like it, follow your fish to the chaos journals to see what my muse made me do.

mysfit's random fish #231

if wishes were fishes
                           we'd all live underwater

mysfit's random fish of the day #17C

extreme order and extreme chaos look exactly alike

a birthday fish

happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday dear jennsee
happy birthday to you

so i was going to talk about how the above song was copywrited in the 1930's and how i may be sued for using it - but i gotta make this quick because bloggie hates me today and besides you've gotta have money for them to take it - right? right?

from Wikipedia:

The melody of "Happy Birthday to You" was written by American sisters Patty and Mildred Hill in 1893 when they were school teachers in Louisville, Kentucky. The verse was originally intended as a classroom greeting entitled "Good Morning to All". The version as we know it was copyrighted in 1935 by the Summy Company as an arrangement by Preston Ware Orem, and is scheduled to expire in 2030. This was the first copyrighted version to include the lyrics. The company holding the copyright was purchased by Warner Chappell in 1990 for $15 Million dollars, with the value of Happy Birthday estimated at $5 Million. [1] While the current copyright status of the song is unclear, Warner claims that unauthorized public performances of the song are technically illegal unless royalties are paid to them. It is not completely certain who wrote the lyrics to "Happy Birthday to You."

In the movie The Corporation, the copyright issue itself is cited as an example demonstrating that a corporation is theoretically a psychopath if considered a living person.

but dear jennsee, i wish you all the happiness that this day can bring (and with oldben around - that could be bunches...)

fatalistic fish

Ozymandias
By Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

sleep well my fishies and

dream of large sandcastles.

love,

mysfit

IT'S SNOWING!!

(just wanted to share - sorry gotta go make snow angels now...)

a rose for jennsee...

...who is down with the crocodiles right now and may not see it for a while.

(note from mysfit: this is jennsee's photograph - all i did was edit out the background)

love,
mysfit

my fish is having a bad week

my fish is...
a) not sick.
b) refusing to admit to any kind of ill feeling.
c) hates being at work but does not get any paid sick days.
d) all of the above.

my fish is...
probably swimming in the half-inch of standing water that mysteriously appeared in my basement between 8 and 9p.m. last night.

my fish can't wait until that woman is out of my house.

my fish didn't mind swimming in the water, not even really spending an hour mopping up water. what my fish minded was one of fishy's roommates panicking even though the water had stopped gushing from wherever it came from and another talking about how the housing management company should put us up at another property or grant us compensation. they both left for the night.

my fish thinks i smell a little funny because i couldn't take a shower this morning.
my fish slept strangely because we also couldn't use the toilets last night.

my fish is...
at least partly grounded in the real world and just hopes that the housing company actually gets it taken care of quickly and doesn't try to screw us by charging water damage to our security deposit.

my fish just spilled coffee up my sleeve.
my fish just wants to go back to sleep.

my fish is...
a little pissed off. After choosing a school, being accepted to said school and setting up all the financial aid for the school, my fish found out the program that i signed up for is not offered at nights.

my fish feels like it has been deceived to up enrollment rates.
my fish doesn't like feeling like a statistic.

my fish has been bitching a lot to the few wonderful little fishies who swim up this way and is thankful to have this outlet.

my fish loves you for reading.