I almost forgot to register for my Fall courses, but the classes I needed had barely anyone enrolled yet when I did remember, so I’m enrolled in Chemistry 151, and Spanish 102 (again). The Spanish class section uses the same textbook I had used before, so I’ll just need to purchase the online code this time. Sucks I have to buy it again, but I mean at least its a little cheaper.
I’m starting to worry that I won’t be able to go into the MLT program in Fall 2021 as planned. Because of COVID, a lot of medical programs are being put on hold, which means a much higher number of applicants to those programs when they do reopen. There’s only so much we can learn from our laptops at home.
Sunday morning Petco started their dollar per gallon sale again, and I finally settled on a 55 gallon for $60 after the three tanks I really wanted on OfferUp were sold. I’ve got the tank, 5 pounds of sand, some palm-sized smooth stones, and a huge piece of driftwood that looks oddly like the Harry Potter sorting hat…lol. Fuck you Rowling, but the shape of the wood still made me laugh.
I have a stand, lids and lights coming over the next few days and I’ll pull the sponge filters from the 75 gallon to jump start the cycle. Then, once its going, I’ll move Juice and Goose into the new tank.
I also ordered clove oil because I’m not sure if Ziggy is suffering and I want to option to euthanize if he is. He’s still having swim bladder issues, and I’m fasting the whole tank completely for 4 days and then we’ll be doing once a feeding, starting with shelled peas for the first day or two. I feel like I’ve tried everything except taking him to a fish vet, but the nearest one is a couple hours drive away at a veterinary college.
On a happier note, when my mom and I rode into to Petco Sunday night to pick up the 55 gallon tank, I impulse bought a male betta, who I have named Raul. Raul is an absolute stunner, either smallish or young, but he has a big attitude. When I brought him home and put him the living room tank, I screwed up and the tetras were nipping his fins, but after I caught on and moved him to the platty tank, he’s doing fabulously!
You can see the damage to his fins that the tetras did but Raul seems to be having a blast chasing the platties (who can outswim him easily and don’t even realize they’re being chased).
I think in my last post I was talking about getting my praying mantis tattoo finished, but I started my period the morning of my appointment and I didn’t need any more pain in my life that day, nor did I want to bleed on his table, which was almost definitely going to happen, even with a tampon and a pad at the same time. And now California is back on lockdown, so tattoo parlors are closed again.
What I’m really upset about though it that our idiot president decided to reopen the country instead of keeping us sequestered at home and oh I don’t know, the government giving everyone a stipend every month that they could actually live off of. We support the government with all the taxes we pay, and when we actually need its support, its nowhere to be found. The tangerine shitgibbon’s $1200 stimulus was nice but its nowhere near enough. Fuck Trump. Fuck the people that have contributed to this being drawn out even more and fuck the stupid system that is letting people die.
So on the Twitters, my internet buddy (??) Eddie posted this image, above, and it makes me want to rant about Star Trek and the directions the new shows are taking.
Star Trek has historically been a family show that’s suitable for all members of the family. Little kids, moms, dads, grandparents, weird Uncle Joey. Suitable for everyone. It was always a little cheesy but it was also always beautifully optimistic. Sometimes bad things happened, but overall the show was honestly pretty uplifting.
And then Discovery came out and the people were torn between loving it and hating it. I’m a hater. I think that while it’s great they’ve included gay people, they’ve gone out of their way to make the show flashier and more intense in just about every way possible. Dazzling special effects, and crude language are shoved into your face so hard you choke on them.
People who loved the JJ Abrams interpretation of the more recent Star Trek movies are on board with these new limit-pushing episodes. But for people like me, this isn’t real Star Trek. It’s some flashy, brash imposter who is tarnishing the friendly and welcoming face Star Trek used to have.
Discovery has featured the word “fuck” and the above snippet in the image implies the newest offering, Picard, will also be less family friendly by way of language and possibly other things. I have nothing against the word “fuck.” I say it all the time. I sometimes curse very colorfully… But Star Trek is not the appropriate place to do this. And I refuse to believe that a man as classy and wonderful as Sir Patrick Stewart believes that this is appropriate for the character a lot of us grew up watching with our families.