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The Rescue of My Stupid Pet Betta Fish

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Normally I keep all my private and personal affairs just that: private and personal.  But something very bizarre occurred the other day, and I have got to know if I am the only pet owner on the planet who has ever had this happen!

Almost two years ago I purchased a red betta fish.  I named him Clifford after the character in the children’s TV show, Clifford the Big Red Dog.  He was a great little pet, and I initially kept him outside.  Eventually, though, he became an indoor fish, and I really enjoyed his company.

Unfortunately, I gave him too much TLC; that is, I overfed him.  He died, so I bought a replacement after a while, another red betta.  I called him Red because it was simple and easy, and it would not make me feel like I was replacing my last pet in every detail.

I had Red for two to four weeks before he decided he wanted a better view of the room and jumped out of the tank to expire on my carpet.  If I had been present when this happened, I would have saved him, but I was out most of the day that he decided to take the leap and croak on the floor.  When I got back I thought I had an enormous bug on my carpet, until I turned on the light and saw it was actually my dried-up pet fish.

After a week or two, I decided to give owning a Siamese fighting fish another chance.  I purchased another red betta.  Feeling that this fish might not last any longer than my previous ones, I gave him the tongue-in-cheek name Crimson Typhoon.  For those of you who have not seen Pacific Rim, Crimson Typhoon is the name of the Chinese Jaeger which dies within five minutes of entering a battle onscreen.  I figured that if this little guy was going to croak as fast as the others, he ought to be aptly named.

But I have had Typhoon for nearly a year, and so far he had been doing fine.  That is, he was doing fine until yesterday morning.

At some point in the early morning or late that night, I heard a noise.  Not one to go poking around after things that go bump in the night, I tried to place the sound and decided at last that what I had heard was an annoying songbird which has been hanging around the window screens for most of the month.  When I got up later on, the first thing I did was go to check on and then feed my fish.

But my fish was not swimming around the tank.  My first thought was a French word, followed by the notion that he had died and was at the bottom of the tank somewhere.  Then I got closer and saw him stuck between the lip of the glass tank and a cone I had had made to keep him from committing suicide in the same way that Red had.

More French words followed this discovery, and I began trying to figure out how I would get him loose so I could bury him.  As I began trying to shift the cone, that stupid fish moved!

Once he flapped against the plastic, I recognized the sound I had heard in the night and nearly cursed my own stupidity for not knowing it sooner.  I desperately freed him from his confinement and, catching him as he flopped about on the table, dropped him back inside the tank.  As I did, I knocked over the cone which had been erected to keep him safe, though he had managed to find a way to thwart my protective measures.

I was furious and I let him have it, shouting at him and calling him a stupid fish.  The poor little guy was so traumatized from his night out of water that he had clamped fins, and for a while, I thought I had pulled them off in trying to free him.  His tail had already lost some of its feathery parts, and I was horrified at the idea that he would be a cripple for the rest of his likely to be short future.  Luckily, he moved both his side fins after a time and I realized they were still attached.

Not trusting him to stay in his tank, which I had been planning to clean that day anyway, I pulled him out and put him in a container until the tank could be cleaned and new security measures put in place.  All day I berated him for scaring me half to death, though I also thanked God he had not died in the middle of the night.  I do not know how long he has left in this cruel world, though, and that is why I have written this post.

Readers, I cannot be the only betta owner on the planet who has had this sort of thing occur.  I just cannot be the only one.  It is not possible.

The tank I keep Typhoon has the approximate volume of a milk jug.  It is made of glass and it does not include any sort of filtration system.  It is open to the air, which I why I have put a lid on it after this pet rescue.  The lid is of a thin plastic with lots of holes punched in it so that Typhoon can breathe.  (Bettas need to have filtrated or open air tanks, since they do not take all of their oxygen straight from the water.)  Because his tank is near a window, I bought a Tetra submersible heater for him.  It is supposed to heat two to fifteen gallon tanks and it seems to work just fine.

I also have a moss ball in the tank to supply extra oxygen for him as well.  I was hoping it would serve as a fish bed, too, but Typhoon usually ignored it as such until recently.  There is gravel in the bottom, covered by decorative glass pebbles.  I am going to feed him a green pea soon, as research I did said this was healthy for bettas and helped keep them regular.

Please let me know I am not the only owner of a Siamese fighting fish who had to rescue it from a near suicide attempt!!!!

The Mithril Guardian


At your service!

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P.S.  My moss ball has a tendency to float after I squeeze it out when cleaning the tank and put it back in the water.  Has this occurred with anyone else?

Great Movie Songs and Themes

Movies are not nearly as fun if they have bad music. Below are some songs from some of my favorite films. Enjoy!


The Mithril Guardian

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey – “Blunt the Knives”

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey – “Misty Mountains”

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey – “Over the Lonely Mountain”

 by Neil Finn

Live to Rise

Sticks and Stones (How to Train Your Dragon)

Where No One Goes (How to Train Your Dragon 2)

St. Elmo’s Fire

(Never saw the movie, but I LOVE this song!!!)

Narnia: Prince Caspian (End Song)


May It Be

The Magnificent Seven

Rio Bravo

Pacific Rim (Main Theme)

“Today we are cancelling the Apocalypse!”

Pacific Rim

For years I have enjoyed all sorts of fantastic sci-fi stories dealing with gargantuan machines.  My enjoyment of the television series Zoids: Chaotic Century and numerous Transformers TV series attest to this interest.

What makes these stories so compelling?  Why do so many people go bonkers over stories dealing with huge machines/metallic beings?  With the Transformers franchise, the answer is simple enough:  the Autobots – when they are dealing with humans, specifically young ones – take the place of imaginary friends.  After all, who hasn’t had an imaginary friend at some point in their life?  Who doesn’t want one when they grow up?  Imaginary friends aren’t the type to criticize, and they’re always sympathetic to the person who ‘creates’ them.

Zoids also has a simple answer.  There are cultures the world over with stories of people bonding with animals, sometimes called ‘spirit animals,’ who gain power from such a bond.  Scholastic Publishing has even begun producing a book series based on this idea.  But why go in for ‘spirit’ animals when you can pilot your own ‘mechanical combat unit’?  (That was New Century Zero’s description of a zoid.)  If my ears do not deceive me, I just heard the balance scales clunk to the table; the zoids have outweighed spirit animals in one fell swoop.

When it all comes down to it, these franchises are popular because the mechanical beings in the stories are powerful.  And let’s face it:  most everyone has some measure of fascination with power.  This is only bad when the attraction becomes a full-blown obsession that leads to unpleasant things.  It is definitely a fascination to be treated carefully.  Hence the absorption so many people have with these stories.

This brings me to last year’s film Pacific Rim, wherein elite pilots use giant exo-suits to battle huge, dimension-hopping alien monsters.  (Yep, that’s power in the palm of one’s hand.)

The premise for the movie sounds less bizarre when one learns that the director for this film, Guillermo del Toro, cited the original Godzilla movies as part of the inspiration for the plot.  Having seen some Godzilla films (from the sixties, a few from the seventies, and at least one from the eighties..?…I never got the line-up sorted out properly.), I can see where Pacific Rim appears to have been influenced by them.  The film has the feel of a Japanese production to it, not least because of its lead actress, Rinko Kikuchi.

There were two things – well, three, but we’ll save the third one for another day – which struck me about the film.  One was the Jaegers; these were the huge, monster-killing robotic exo-suits of the film.  The story in the film begins with an inter-dimensional rift opening in the Pacific Ocean (hence the title ‘Pacific Rim’); this portal is a gateway between Earth and a dimension of very ugly aliens.  The aliens, dubbed Kaiju (the Japanese word for large monster/huge beast), attack and wreck everything along the Pacific coast of the countries bordering the Pacific Ocean.

They don’t attack all at once.  First one Kaiju shows up in San Francisco.  It takes several long days of fighting by the woefully outmatched U.S. military before the monster is killed.  (Yeah, right.  Feed the darn thing a couple of ICBMs and it is toast in minutes.)  Then another Kaiju shows up some days later.  And another.  And then another.  Pretty soon, the world figures out that the Kaiju aren’t going to stop coming.

So the countries of the world band together (blah, blah, blah) to create monsters to fight the alien monsters.  These monsters, Kaiju-sized exo-suits, are dubbed ‘Jaegers.’

Jaeger is the German word for ‘hunter,’ and this was another detail in the film which hinted at its Japanese inspired nature – for me, at least.  One of the zoids in New Century Zero (see my post ‘Ready…FIGHT!’ for more details), had interchangeable armor including one armor change built for supreme speed (think super-sonic) which was called the Jaeger armor.  Ironically, that armor was also blue, just like the armor for the most prominent Jaeger suit in the film.

This aspect aside, the second element of the show to catch my attention was the ‘Drift.’  According to the story, the Jaegers are too large for a single pilot to manage on their own.  Those who tried to pilot the machine solo came away from the experience damaged.  Although it is never made entirely clear in the introduction of the movie, it is implied that some of these initial test pilots suffered severe neural damage during their attempts to pilot a Jaeger solo.  So Jaegers cannot be piloted by a single person.

To get around this problem, the builders for the Jaegers designed a ‘neural handshake’ or ‘Drift.’  This mechanical device links two people together mentally; one person manages the left side of the Jaeger, the other controls the right side, while both people share thoughts and memories through the connection.  In essence, you have two people acting in the capacity of the two halves of a human brain while piloting a Jaeger.

There’s just one thing about this bond, one little snag.  These two pilots have to be mentally compatible.  Pilots who aren’t mentally compatible can’t react fast enough in a battle and so they would end up dead.  Therefore Jaeger pilots must either think a great deal alike or be related to each other.  In the film one pair of Jaeger pilots are brothers and another is a father-son team.  The Chinese Jaeger in the movie is piloted by identical triplets.

This is great, right?  Duos or trios of protectors for Earth, going out into the ocean to battle huge monsters – totally cool!  Right?

Yeah, it is pretty cool

Until the governments decide it’s easier to build a wall along the Pacific coastlines of the affected countries to contain the Kaiju, and then informs the Jaeger program it is getting scrapped.  But when the wall is promptly punctured by a new, improved Kaiju monster in Australia, the governments say there is nothing to worry about; the wall will do its duty and the Jaegers will become obsolete, as planned.

Yeah.  Right.  Nothing could ever go wrong with a plan like that.  Needless to say, the Jaeger program doesn’t go away.  They were built to fight and kill Kaiju, and the Kaiju haven’t been sent packing yet.  Until the Kaiju are gone, the Jaeger program doesn’t plan to Rust in Piece.

I would say more, but I don’t want to spoil the movie.  Not in this post, anyway.  However, while I enjoyed the film, I can’t give it a five star rating.  The reason why?  It’s too long.

While visually appealing and containing acceptable science fiction, the movie falters in that del Toro didn’t sew the film together well.  The actors and actresses perform flawlessly, and while the film does require a fair amount of time to detail the mechanics of the Jaegers, it is just too long for comfortable viewing.  The film drags in between fight scenes and character scenes: one example is the last thirty minutes of the movie.  Instead of wrapping up the film within the sensible fifteen minutes, the heroes have to spend half an hour killing the last attacking Kaiju and sealing the dimensional rift that let them into Earth in the first place.

If I hadn’t wanted to see just how they did it, I think I might have walked out of the theater before the film even ended.

Still, despite PR’s length, the scenes where the Jaegers and the Kaiju duke it out are visually fantastic.  I definitely recommend watching the movie for those scenes, if nothing else.  On their own, they’re great fun.  After all, who doesn’t want to watch people in a great big suit of armor go out and kill invading aliens?  While Transformers may be twenty to thirty foot tall friends (or enemies) and zoids the ultimate spirit animals, Jaegers are the dream-come-true for anyone who has ever wanted the power and freedom to travel from New York to Tokyo.  As the hero of the movie states in the opening narration:  “There are some things you can’t fight.  When a hurricane comes, you get out of the way.  But in a Jaeger, you can finally fight the hurricane.”

I’m paraphrasing here, but he has a point.  Who doesn’t want to be able to walk through a hurricane as though it were no more than a rain shower?

Michael Bay could take some pointers for his Transformer films from Pacific Rim. The Jaegers look more like Transformers than his ‘Bots and ‘Cons ever have, and they fight better too – albeit in slow motion.  He could take a cue from PR to spice up his own Autobot/Decepticon battles.  They are in serious need of work.

So if I were to rate Pacific Rim, I would give it three stars out of five for the Jaegers, the titanic fight scenes, and the ‘Drift’/mind meld between Jaeger pilots.  I’ll go back to the Drift later, when I get to the other part of the film that impressed me.


The Mithril Guardian