Monday, December 6, 2004

You need to know, gentle reader, that I consider you a sentient adult and a worthy conversationalist. Having said this, I will leave you with a delightful game today instead of discussion. You probably feel like a child now, a 4-year-old easily placated by shiny objects and crinkly sounds. Here’s a little secret: I’m still intoxicated by shiny objects, you undoubtedly as well, and it’s a fascination only worsened by the disposable income we wield.

Crayons also taste great. I’m kidding. I haven’t had any today.

Insaniquarium combines the best elements of pet care, animal husbandry, economics, killing, and greed into one sparkly package. In all my childhood years of maintaining a freshwater aquarium, I never knew that fish butts were, in fact, repositories for pirate gold. They just don’t teach you the top-shelf stuff in biology.

Remember to collect as many coins as possible. What’s that? You want another tip? If your fish start frowning and soon float upside down, they aren’t sleeping. Get the deluxe version, if time and bandwidth permit. It comes with a catchy island tune that ironically makes me feel Rastafarian, mon.