Much Ado About Fish

     Bonjour. Yesterday I went to The Deep Aquarium in Hull and it was quite exciting as I creased at every living thing I saw...so I thought I'd write a blog about it.

     Firstly, I CREASE at fish and other sea creatures. I howl in laughter at them. They just swim around doing nothing but look moody. Here is an example of a moody fish.

     Some of these fish were unbelievably moody. Especially the Grouper fish! That was one arsy fish! Also what makes me crease about fish is the fact that they can't change their facial expression. With a dog you know if its happy or sad, and you could tell the emotional state of a duck I reckon with great concentration on the matter. HOWEVER, you cannot tell the emotional state of a fish. They are like zombies. Back to the Grouper fish. It is unnecessarily large. There is no need for a fish to exist at a scale of which it does. Here is a photo of a Grouper Fish. Hopefully you can see the size of it and crease.

     Another fish that made me absolutely howl in laughter at the state of its existence was the Sword Fish! There is no need for that ridiculous snout! No need! Evolution has gone wrong here. How can millions of years of environmental adaptation lead to that! Does it slash things with it's beak? It has no need for it. In the human world, it would be bullied and mocked. Here is a picture of a Sword Fish.

     I managed to take a picture of a hilarious little eel thing that plants itself in the ground and looks at you. My initial thoughts were there is no need for the existence of that seathing. But on second thought, I reckon its hilariousness is the reason for its existence. Here is the photo I took.

     Have a good day! Signing out: Orbital Newt, TJReily. Here are some Moon Jellyfish I took a photo of, there is no need for their existence too.

DREAM BLOG: 05/04/12

     I had some intense dreams last night so I thought I'd write about before I forget. The first dream I had was pretty mental, I remember coughing my heart and lungs up and then catching them in my hands. I couldn't stuff them back in so I wacked them in the freezer for safe-keeping. I had no pulse and couldn't breathe but I was still walking around normally. I was doing this for about half an hour before I realized I couldn't think properly cos no blood was in my brain, and that I might die soon. I lifted up my t shirt and poked my ribs and the skin folded between the ribs, seemingly because I didn't have any lungs. It was wack, my grandad told me to hold on and he'd get an ambulance. I remember the ambulance taking absolutely ages to come and then I collapsed and I think I was dying, then I woke up and was like WTF, surely that couldn't happen. I stopped panicking and went back to sleep for dream no.2, which was awesome.

     Dream number two involved loads of people, and I was sort of like the group leader. I was part of a drama project where we had to create a set for this play about monkey's...which wasn't just about monkeys swinging from tree to tree but had a love story in there and Sophie Palmer was the female monkey tart, (but in the end she ended up nice and all in love), and the male protagonist monkey ended up being Kieran K Flex Woods, (you can look him up on facebook.) ANYWAY, this wasn't the main point to my dream. We traveled to Little Weighton park, you can look that up on Google earth and its the village where I went to primary school. In the middle of this beautiful park, and it was at the height of summer in my dream too, was an enormous tree that went up into the sky for about three hundred meters. I remembered in my childhood that I climbed it all the way once, and at the top was a golden path that led you into this mountainous, brown, sunlit precipice where you could sunbathe and forget about life. I remembered watching the sunrise there once, and having an epiphany. I wanted everyone in the project to climb up and see it for themselves but nobody would listen to me, they just seemed interested in trying to fix the area around the tree for the monkey play. The play was called, "I wanna be your canary." There were runners nailed into the tree about half way up, like planks of wood stuck horizontally to the tree to enable a sort of ladder effect. I started to climb up to about half way and then everyone's attention was on me, but the wood was rotten and pulled out of the tree before I could utilize it. I climbed back down and told everyone about the amazing paradise that was available above. No one would listen, everyone was talking over me. No one would listen at all. No one could imagine how beautiful the place was that I remember seeing.

    Then I woke up. Interesting dreams, especially the second one. Thought I'd share it!

Signing out: Orbital Newt, TJReily.