Gaston
From: laurence@cco.caltech.edu (Dustin Lee Laurence)
Date: 30 Jan 1993 03:27:42 GMT
Newsgroups: rec.aquaria
Subject: Re: Help me identify a fish
gwynne@stein.u.washington.edu (Kristan Geissel) writes:
[a humor posting exposed]
>Being one of "those recent posters" who IS finding out slowly but
>surely there is a lot to eping fish, I now stand corrected that
>I shouldn't have posted me simplistic questions about pH and ich,
>after reading the FAQ files on water quality.
>Not having seen your charter posted, I hadn't realized that this
>is a professional newsgroup, made up of not hobbyists but
>people who make a career and a living from keeping aquariums.
>I can tell from all the postings that none of the regulars post
>from office/work connections but from their own INTERNET connections
>from home or their fish stores.
>So, IS there a part of te charter which says that this is NOT a
>newsgroup open to beginning hobbyist? If there is, can you tell
>me if there is a newsgroup entitled rec.aquaria.begin?
>Us people who look at fish as something to flush down the toilet
>wanna know.
>Kristan
Whoah. Here, have a vallium; take two. Drink them down with this
hot buttered rum and watch the schools of fish in the tank over there,
while my assistant gives you a slow massage in the hot tub. I'll just
turn on the bamboo flute recording, light some incense, and dim the
lights.
Ahhh. Better, isn't it? Now, about what you were saying earlier,
I think that you might have overreacted just a teensy bit to this
thread. This newsgroup, and it's evil twin in the happy *.aquaria
family, are the most newbie-friendly groups that you're likely to
find on USENET.
The fact is that lots of beginners ask questions here, and (not
surprisingly) those questions are usually the same. Few of those
beginners gave even a passing thought to reading the FAQ first,
even though several someone's must have put in a lot of time to
write it. Many of them bought a fish before they had the vaguest
idea what it's requirements are, or whether it will grow to be
nine meters long at adulthood, or whether it only dines on the
eyelashes of rare deepwater cuttlefish. Many of them didn't put
any of the vital statistics on their fish or equipment in their
request for help.
They might even have made a poorly-informed start in fishkeeping
through ignorance, geographical isolation or an unscrupulous dealer,
but nevertheless there are lots of people on rec.aquaria who take
the time to answer the questions for the umpty-umpth time, and
very few who are likely to flame newbies (and flames on *.aquaria
are mild indeed by USENET standards, at least unless certain
environmental issues are mentioned).
You see, most of us _like_ fish, and want them to live and be
healthy. Most of us _like_ this hobby, and are happy to help others
who are not as far along and who want to learn more. I think that
the level of helpfulness and general emotional maturity level of the
postings here are both far ahead of the rest of USENET. Maybe it's
that legendary calming effect that fish have on people.
Nevertheless, it _is_ frustrating to answer the same questions over
and over, hear about fish dying needlessly from the same preventable
causes, listen to more people who want to avoid reading a book, and
hear the same stories about bad dealer's advice. The post that
started this thread was a parody. Some people missed the smiley
at the end and posted serious replies, and Jim was trying to point
out that this was strictly a joke before too many people wasted
bandwidth replying. I can't speak for Jim, but I am quite sure that
it was not intended to supress you or anyone else. It's a joke, and
Jim was making sure that people would recognize it as such. Nothing
more.
More rum? Perhaps some of the Suisse chocolate, then; the tray will
be by the temperature control.
Dustin
--
Dustin "I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict
myself. I am vast; I contain multitudes."
laurence@alice.caltech.edu
From: cowan@aqua.pc.ocunix.on.ca (Darin Cowan)
Date: Wed, 15 Apr 92 13:33:22 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.aquaria
Subject: Humor (part 1 of 4)
(69) Wed 15 Apr 92 20:12
By: Doc Logger
To: Bob Cardinali
Re: alas poor Gaston, I knew him well
St:
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How Much Would It Have Cost To Outfit a Budgie in Scuba
Gear?
Day 1: Our new pet was supposed to be either a budgie, or
another hamster to replace the one that my wife swore wasn't
released in the backyard on purpose... but in any event the
pet store beckoned and our whole family trooped off. The
gods were smiling upon us when the children quickly decided
that a goldfish would be an appropriate pet. The pet store
clerk loaded us up with a small glass bowl, a lifetime
supply of goldfish food and a tiny air pump which seemed to
make horrible buzzing noises. The kids named the goldfish
"Gaston".
Day 2: Waiting patiently at the front door for the fish
store to open the next day, I hoped that the kids would
continue to believe that Gaston was merely "resting". In the
process of buying Gaston-2 the clerk allowed that the fish
would probably be much happier in a larger aquarium.
The kids missed the quick exchange of Gaston-1 for Gaston-2
in their excitement at participating in setting up the new
tank. This new tank had a heater, a power filter, and enough
Day-glo tasteless sculptures to outfit an entire Elvis
museum. Gaston-2 appreciated his new surroundings and half a
container of fish food later, the kids were still amused by
how much one goldfish could consume.
Day 4: The trip to the pet store to purchase Gaston-3 met
with even more success when I became aware that the original
Gastons had probably expired from loneliness. When the clerk
explained that my twenty gallon tank could easily support
one inch of fish per gallon I quickly stocked up on an
additional 16 inches of fish.
The Tiger Barbs seemed to enjoy the Angel Fish a great
deal... so much so, that after just one afternoon's nipping
and fin biting I was down to 14 inches of fish with an
additional 4 inches of fishes giving every appearance that
they would not be long on this earth. I was most alarmed by
the pair of Dwarf Gouramis, the male of which appeared to be
in extremis... spending all of it's time frothing bubbles at
the top of the tank.
--
cowan@aqua.pc.ocunix.on.ca
Darin "Squid" Cowan | The Aquarium
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada | (613) 523-0077 V32bis
From: cowan@aqua.pc.ocunix.on.ca (Darin Cowan)
Date: Wed, 15 Apr 92 13:34:23 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.aquaria
Subject: Humour (part 2 of 4)
Day 6: Imagine my relief when the pet store clerk informed
me that the Dwarf Gouramis were merely expressing breeding
symptoms which obviously required the purchase of a new tank
so that they might complete their procreation in peace. I
was painlessly deprived of more money via the magic of my
plastic fantastic. Gaston-4 came home with me that day as
well. (Gaston-3 being so well liked by my two year old that
it had been brought to his bed where it spent the night
among the stuffed bears and a serious lack of oxygen.) Since
I was clearly an accomplished aquarist, it was also
important that I bring home a selection of literature.
Day 8: We were reasonably certain that we had identified no
less than seven fish diseases on our various fish and it was
only after our trip to the pet store to stock up on a
pharmacopia of medicines that the three year confessed to
having dropped "one of two" crayons into the tank. The trip
wasn't a total loss because we did acquire yet another tank
which was to serve as a future quarantine tank. ( Gaston-5,
replaced Gaston-4 -- an unfortunate boating accident in the
bathtub, again compliments of my two year old.)
Day 9: It's hard to truly appreciate how much cornflakes are
actually in a JUMBO ECONO SIZED box until you wake up to
discover that three aquariums are filled with slowly
hardening mush. The two and three year old reluctantly share
joint credit for having fed the fish breakfast. Gaston-5,
alone, miraculously survives leaving behind 14 inches of
fish who ceremoniously are sent off to the great porcelain
heaven.
Day 16: With 78 gallons spread over three tanks we were
destined to spend months in the pet store making careful
decisions about which 78 inches worth of fish that we would
bring home with us. Fortunately, the clerk who was beginning
to treat us like family, suggested a pair of Rope Fish. At
12 inches and 15 inches respectively, it seemed like an
admirable solution. A half dozen Hatchet Fish accompanied us
home, along with a pair of Ghost Knives.
Day 17: I met a rope fish on my way to the bathroom this
morning and my wife's screaming gave clear evidence that she
had encountered the other one in the kitchen. Catching the
one in the bathroom was easy since it rolled conveniently
onto the bathmat and was returned to the tank with a quite
pleasing fuzzy coating of deep purple wool. The Rope Fish on
the loose in the kitchen was a much more difficult
proposition since it sought refuge first under the fridge
and then under the dishwasher but the two year old was able
to lure it into the open with well timed thrusts of the
Dustbuster. When the second Rope Fish was returned to the
tank we were all sure that it's escape had caused mortal
wounds since it had an enormous lump in it's mid-section ...
but the absence of Gaston-5 from the tank strongly hinted at
another explanation.
--
cowan@aqua.pc.ocunix.on.ca
Darin "Squid" Cowan | The Aquarium
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada | (613) 523-0077 V32bis
From: cowan@aqua.pc.ocunix.on.ca (Darin Cowan)
Date: Wed, 15 Apr 92 13:35:03 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.aquaria
Subject: Humour (part 3 of 4)
Day 19: We were all getting practiced at emergency fish
retrieval when the three year old raised the "Fish
Overboard!" alarm. Unfortunately, the flock of Hatchet Fish
which had taken flight were less hardy than the Rope Fish
and none of them survived. We took a census and discovered
that we were back down to a mere 8 inches of fish (excluding
the chubby Rope Fish) and all agreed that a re-stocking
adventure to the pet store was in order.
Day 21: We learned a little bit about the nitrite cycle when
we awoke to find the fish swimming in jerky circles near the
top of the water. (The Rope Fish had already abandoned the
aquarium through a tiny opening in the light fixture where
they remained until I dissembled the unit much later that
day.) The fish books recommended a "partial water change"
which was easily handled by a siphon ending in a bucket on
the floor. It was only after opening the front door to hear
"Hi, we're the neighbours downstairs and..." that I realized
that a siphon doesn't wait for a two-year's urgent request
to use the potty. After profusely apologizing, and helping
to clean up the mess in the apartment below, I was quite
taken aback by their inability to appreciate that they could
easily have kept about 12 inches of fish on their dining
room table alone.
Gaston-6 gave his life to mitigate the disaster since he was
firmly stuck in the siphon and could not be enticed out with
an offering a semi-digested cookie proffered by my helpful
two year old. Gaston-6 was sent to the porcelain heaven with
full honours along with Rope Fish number one who was
somewhat baked due to it's close proximity to a hot light
bulb.
Day 32: It was with no small measure of pride that I passed
out cigars at work and stood beaming as I announced that I
was the proud foster father of three baby guppies. This
happy event might have gone unnoticed were it not for the
fact that I *finally* decided to deal with the rich green
algae scum which had begun to obscure the tank. My wife
nearly fainted when she saw the toilet bowl scrubber
disappear into the tank. Now that I have successfully bred
guppies it is obviously time to branch out into more
complicated fish... I shall try breeding Discus tomorrow.
--
cowan@aqua.pc.ocunix.on.ca
Darin "Squid" Cowan | The Aquarium
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada | (613) 523-0077 V32bis
From: cowan@aqua.pc.ocunix.on.ca (Darin Cowan)
Date: Wed, 15 Apr 92 13:35:55 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.aquaria
Subject: Humour (part 4 of 4)
Month 8: My wife swears that "it followed her home" but the
300 gallon tank which bars entry into our dining room is
magnificently appointed. The wet/dry filter system, complete
with protein skimmer, Ozonator, Oxygenator and beer bottle
opener has impressed more than one visitor to our humble
abode. Unfortunately, the entire tank is dominated by one
rather largish Oscar who has been singularly responsible for
the consumption of Gastons 7 through 4,135. We would
consider giving up the Oscar for a more varied collection
were it not for the fact that the other 14 tanks spread
throughout the apartment house a vast collection of fish and
small children's toys. We've had a few set-backs,
particularly the Weather Loach which was purchased with the
pet store assurance that "loaches eat algae". Weather
Loaches certainly eat algae... but they do it several levels
up on the food chain. One Weather Loach was able to consume
an entire tankful of juvenile Bettas which had been born in
the tank.
The Rope Fish hasn't made an escape in months ever since my
wife cunningly glued gravel, plastic plants, and the little
plastic Elvis whose head flips open every minute or so to
the glass cover of the aquarium. The Rope Fish spends his
nights swimming hopefully against the bottom.
The Plecostamus seems happiest when he rests on the back of
the Masters Of Doom plastic figurine which someone "fell"
into the tank. The Zebra Danios actually found that the
waving purple hair of a My Little Pony figurine was a
suitable egg-depositing medium. The Ghost Knifes live in a
Lego castle which sank beneath the waves after a proud three
year old completed construction. The Florida Gar hangs out
in the sunken relic of a Star Wars X-wing fighter.
We created several "natural environment" type tanks and the
one we set up to replicate Lake Erie actually has the
authentic collection of syringes and non-biodegradable
plastic diapers floating on the surface.
The hydro company loves me dearly since the combined
lighting, heating and filtration of the tanks consumes
enough power to put my monthly bill into the triple
digits... and the pet store offers to send a car and driver
for my shopping convenience.
I'm not suggesting that we've become obsessed with the hobby
or anything, despite the fact that the TV is known as the
"tank where nitrite killed the fish" by the children, but
there is a certain rare pleasure in turning off all but the
aquarium lights and watching all the fish for hours at a
time.
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cowan@aqua.pc.ocunix.on.ca
Darin "Squid" Cowan | The Aquarium
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada | (613) 523-0077 V32bis