Photoblog: Shouting fishi

The fish, as you can see at right, is shouting. It appears to be shrieking in pain, even though it was dead hours-- likely dead-- before it got to our kitchen to be cut by Ubh.

As you are aware, fishes live in water. They don't live in soda, nor do they live in Gatorade. They also don't live in electrolytes, though I'm can't confirm at the moment if anyone's successfully raised fished in electrolytes. If they have, I'm sure they are pretty jacked because that's what happens to you when you take electrolytes. You get jacked.

Fishes are usually either vegetarian or omnivorous. The vegetarian fish like to pretend that they don't eat smaller fishes because they're moral, and they can't stand the slurry watery cries of other fish as they get chewed and swallowed. The other fish think the vegetarian fish are overdoing it, because please, finding a vegetarian stuff in the see is a hard thing compared to other animals-- those frikkin' plankton are everywhere, and you might as well filter them when you breathe water. But then the vegetarian fish will claim they don't like the taste of meat either...and which point the other fish get so mad they eat the vegetarian fish. That's actually how nature's course takes place -- it happens to every generation in every part of the sea.

Fishes are also known to be bony. That's because they're too thin. When they were younger their mothers had told them that to be a healthy fishie they would have to eat healthier, and and they didn't want to be all bones, but they never listened to their mothers because they actually thought they had a serious shot at getting a gig with Finding Nemo and other Hollywood productions so the kept thin, and were all bone when they were caught. That's the reason you have to take bones out of the fish you eat -- because they were insolent.

Fishes also have gills, where you have to attack with strong blows to give the fish painless death. The gills is where fish breathe from. In that sense, it's like our nose and lungs combined. Not coincidentally, Gills is also the name of the catfood brand that I once saw in Bhat-Bhateni. I thought it was quite an unappetizing name for something that was meant to be eaten, but what do I know about seafood.

Talking of cats, did anyone catch my previous post on cats and how evil they are? Like, seriously. They're not cool. Cat's are temples of diseases and craziness. I don't find that very surprising though, because you can't expect any better when you feed them something named 'Gills.' It's like murdering your husband by feeding him minute doses of arsenic every day for six years, and then getting super-suprised when he dies, and believing it was such a shock.