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Friday, 30 January 2009

The Religion of PHILosophy - putting the heart in hearty

R.I.P Phil who passed away last week.





I proof read this post to my brother over the phone last night and he suggested that I differentiate man from fish. So, before I begin the story:

Tommy is my friend, is a person, and is still alive today. Phil is also my friend, but is a Betta fish and is now dead.

Tommy works for Delta Airlines and right after he got Phil was inspired to take a demotion at work so he could spend more time working on his passion of dismantling Harley Davidson motorcycles in his living room... One of the perks (or penalties) that came with this demotion was being posted at Las Vegas' McCarran airport for a few weeks every year. For the 2009 assignment Tommy has neither confirmed nor denied his "servicing" the slot machines at the Delta terminal but one night at the tables during a winning streak a man in a tuxedo interrupted Tommy's hand and placed in front of him an over-sized black telephone. A bewildered Tommy picked it up and received the news about his fish.

"I have to go" he said and picking up his jacket (he hadn't bought any luggage) cashed in his chips and was on the next flight out of Vegas.

A short while later he arrived home to Miss April who'd been BettaSitting for him. She had lit a small fire on his front lawn and invited the neighbours over for hot dogs. Tommy, not recognizing anyone, brushed past the crowd and called for April who was in the kitchen and had been drizzling melted chocolate over a pyramid of profiteroles she'd made, but was now standing on a chair and pouring it from a great height into the mouth of a gentleman who also looked completely unfamiliar to Tommy.

"Meet the neighbours!" sang April laughing as she missed the guys mouth and covered his mustache and nose in warm chocolate. "These aren't my neighbours!" screamed Tommy grabbing a towel and throwing it at the man. "April! Where's my fish?"

Who knows how Phil died and a surprising number of Betta owners have no idea why one day their little guy winds up floating at the edge of the bowl. I suggested that Tommy take a water sample down to Fish4U in (Salt Lake City 4010 Highland Drive) and like any good tropical fish store a simple pH test will tell the truth. To complete this Betta experience I have linked up with www.dpfishways.co.uk and www.nippyfish.blogspot.com and would encourage anyone with BettaHealth issues to consult these sources of first rate advice and support. But as for the religion of BettaLiving you can stay right where you are....

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yes it was a rather tragic ending to an otherwise eventful and fun trip. Katie delivered a wonderful eulogy by the toilet as i layed Phil into his final resting place. On his stone is written:
Phil
Feb 24,2008 to Jan 28,2009
He was one hardy fish


Tommy

Anonymous said...

I have been thinking about this epidemic ever since the mysterious death of Rojo as I suffered emotionally along with Miss Moneypenny.

Are you aware the Honey Bee is disappearing around the world?

Pseudo-scientists like myself think it might have something to do with cell-phone towers, or religious folks playing Mormon Tabernacle Choir CD's too loud.

I've pondered both possibilities while wearing my tinfoil hat and I now think both scenarios are wrong.... It's all about the water.

Water needs to be blessed.

Did you ever see the movie "What The Bleep Do We Know"? This movie offers a clue as to what might be going on and offers another possible way to fix it. PLUS!.. Fluoride! It's in everything we drink and bath in. It even fluoridates our __s when we use the boday! HOW REFRESHING!! Does our butt need it's enamel hardened!

The fluoride being put into our water is not even natural--it's fluoristic acid-- a reside from industrial smokestack scrubbers!

Can you feel it scrubbing your teeth and mental health after a nice glass of water? How about when you go pee pee.

This might be the cause of so many Betta deaths around the US, infact I think it is the cause. Have a shaman bless the water before allowing on fin or scale of a Betta to touch it. Also, call our sorry-ass government and tell them to get fluoride out of our water, Now! Until then buy all your tank water at Water Wellness on Redwood Road. (sorry, but i'm passionate about this)

Mr. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang