|  Some people go out on Saturday nights. Good for them. Me? I stay in and amuse myself by doing odd or inventive things. This past Saturday was no exception. It all started with a trip to Wal-Mart in the afternoon, where I purchased a big bag of Swedish Fish. I sat at my computer munching on them for awhile before the wheels in my head started turning. There are only so many Swedish Fish a person can eat. So why just eat the fish? Why not have a little fun with them, too? The following is what I call Fun With Fish. Anyone can have fun with Swedish Fish, the most delicious candy under the sun or the moon. Even you. Even if you're not typically a fun person. Even if you're a dork, like me. Watch and learn...   When one takes an Intercultural Communications class at one's college, one begins to think a lot about how members of different cultures interract. So one may begin to wonder what happens when a Siamese fighting fish (Betta) and a Swedish Fish meet. Will they clash? Bond? Make lovey eyes at each other?  If the arranged meeting I set up between by Betta fish, Butter, and this lonely red Swedish Fish was any indication, there is just no love to be had. Though I don't have a picture of Butter fleeing shortly after inspecting the new arrival, trust me -- she fled -- and hid behind her foliage. Or maybe she's just camera shy... No. That's no excuse. You're a freaking fighter fish, you fish! Fight, then! Fight! ::sigh:: I think it's a lost cause. After I conducted this little experiment, I realized that I had only discovered one of the many ways to have fun with Swedish Fish. Giving your Betta a heart attack isn't really nice I suppose, so instead of torturing Butter I decided to ambush and recruit the help of my roommate, promising her some good, old-fashioned Swedish Fish fun. Our first project of the evening involved making a marble-game type contraption, using cardboard, paper towel tubes, and insane amounts of tape. 
We then each took a fish and did a contest to see whose would go farther.  Her fish won. I am 99.2% convinced it somehow cheated. What's that? You say I am a sore loser? Because I accuse anyone who wins stuff when I lose stuff of cheating? Well, maybe you're right. Or more than likely... I'm not a loser, you're a loser, and I'm telling on you. Ha. So, are you ready to be good now? May I continue? Fine. So after that, I concocted a not-really-elaborate game that involved throwing the fish into various goals and getting points. I won that time! I won. I wonnnnnn. Hear that? I... ok, enough.  I hope that you have learned a fair amount of useless information today. If not, well, don't complain to me. I only write this stuff, I don't force you to read it. But you liked reading it, and you know it. So please, friends... go out on this very day and buy yourself some Swedish fish. If you don't, you will be branded unnaturally uncool, and who wants that? (c)2003 AlligatorJuice.com Back to Life Back to Main |