Fish ‘n chips

This is just too hilarious not to share.

And here’s a little blurb that I wrote for Net Assets, an independent school magazine that I write for:

Think your goldfish has a hankering for wide open spaces? Look no further than “Fish on Wheels,” which, just like its name suggests, gives Goldie a chance to see new places by setting an aquarium on wheels. Powered by an arduino (a small programmable microchip), battery and a few other techie bits, a camera above the tank watches the fish and based on its movements, attempts to steer the swimmer in whichever direction it seems to want to go. Dutch inventors at Studio Diip call it “an attempts to liberate fish all over the world.”

 

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Thrifty husband

Mike is a pretty thrifty dude, but even he didn’t know how good a deal he was getting when he bought new fish at the pet store the other day. Turns out, it was buy one, get seven free.

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From the photo you can tell that it was a great deal, but not a particularly big deal.

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Deep thoughts

Mike looked at me from across the table today, took a bite of soup, starred into my eyes and said …

I thought this pic was appropriate in more ways than one. Photo by puuikibeach on Flickr.

“I ran out of fish food a week ago.”

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Plea from a nube Twitterer

I did it.

I signed up for Twitter … again, actually. I think I have some other alias flitting around in the Twitosphere, but I couldn’t remember the password.

But back to my point: I’m on Twitter. Dun, dun, duuuuun. I feel like I need some fanfare going on in the background. Like a gong. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone follow you around with a gong, which they would bang whenever you needed to add a little emphasis to whatever you just said? I think that might come in handy …

Psssttt … whoever you app-making people are. That idea’s worth millions … I’d like a cut though.

So yes, being on Twitter. My question for all of you Twittering powerhouses (Yes, I’m talking to you, Fish, Mike, etc.) is this:

How much is too much? At what point are you just launching needless comments into Cyber Space, effectively clogging it up for the rest of the more restrained Tweeters? Are we talking one every 30 minutes? Every hour? Once a day?

Anyone have any wisdom?

 

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The good life vs. the affluent life

Pedaling my bicycle home from the grocery story yesterday, I was reveling wholly in the freedom of Spring Break. I wondered to myself why anyone would ever want to leave school.

Then I remembered the “Manager’s Special” fish I had jammed in my backpack that had roughly another 36 hours before it started to decay …

Oh yeah … that whole “money” thing.

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