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After 16 hours, 5 power supplies and fans, 3 disks, 2 N95 masks and 1 SCSI cable and a RAID controller card…

Day 17 - I had a dream last night. It involved various females. That’s all I’m saying to keep it PG around this Journal, just in case anyone ever reads it. I’ll continue to blow bubbles for the bubble nest. If nothing else, it seems to amuse the two humans endlessly.

Day 14 - Oh how I love this little green plant. I’ve turned it into quite a little bed when I sleep.  There are a couple of upper branches that work out perfectly, so that I don’t have to go too far to the surface to get air.  It’s also fun to swim through.  I’ve work out a course that keeps me fit, while I wait for my next meal or next visit from the two humans.

Although, for the life of me I don’t understand why they keep tapping on my tank. It wakes me up out of a sleep, and frankly, when I’m dreaming of blood worms, I’d rather not wake up. Those two seemed to do a lot of lounging yesterday, and from what I could see they were watching that box up to my left. It had a lot of yellow characters on it, and some “Dough” sound. But, I don’t think it was a cooking show.  Generally, when the male human is watching cooking it’s a female will really big gestures and a loud voice.

Either way, I wish they’d stop waking me up when I’m sleepy!

I just heard on the Nightly News that many boys that are less qualified than their female counterparts stand a better chance of getting into many colleges, because the colleges are trying to keep the male / female ratio at 50/50.  The reason, is the MOST asinine I’ve heard. Administrators claim that a 60/40 split, female to male will keep many male students away, if they see that ratio.

I call B.S.

What guy wouldn’t want to go to a college that has more women than men, provided that it’s a good school with the program they want?

I remember reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley in high school. I think I picked it up because I was really into The Doors back then, and I read that they had chosen the band name after reading a quote by Huxley about The Doors of Perception. How I got there doesn’t really matter, what matters is that over the last ten years, the United States is getting closer and closer to the science fiction of Brave New World and 1984. Sure, we’re not all eating our Soma yet, but this new National ID Card is another step in the direction of government watching our every move.

It’s all in the interest of security right?

Wrong. I don’t know about anyone else, but the thought of the government having the largest database of names and address in the United States is scary. To top that off, local governments will keep copies of a whole bunch of your personal information.

Does that not sound like a wonderful place for hackers to have some fun?

I’ve already seen what happens when a mail merge goes back for a spam mail company. I had flyers with my name mailed to other addresses, while I was getting wrong names to my address. That was from an operator error. Lovely, right? What happens when some hackers decide to have some fun with the system?

All of this “security” is only good for the general population. It’s like securing a home. I can do everything in my power to secure it, alarms, locks, solid doors, etc. That keeps out or deters a ton of potential burglars, but a professional is going to get in and out if they want to get in and out.  The same goes for hacking.

And what about privacy you say? As Wired.com points out, the 162 page document doesn’t say a whole lot about it. States are free to pull down your information as they see fit. I guess we’re supposed to be happy that the “Real ID” doesn’t have an RFID chip in it? Maybe the government will figure out they can make a few pennies by selling our names to junk mail companies and solicters?

In reality, I know this probably won’t change my life on a daily basis. And from a technical standpoint, a lot of it makes sense. Warehoused data is a good thing, and Google probably already knows way more about me than the U.S. Government ever will, but where is the comment sense?

Day 8 - I must have been dreaming yesterday. For a few, brief moments, there were hundreds of blood worms in my tank. That’s right, HUNDREDS. But, sadly, the male captor took most of them away. The female laughed at him while he scooped them out. I also didn’t appreciate the couple of pokes he gave me to keep me away from my feast.

I did, however, get some extra water added to my tank, so I can actually swim over the plant again. Most of my bubbles were destroyed, though, so at least I have something to keep me busy for the next few days. Oh yes, one other thing. The captors have rearranged some things out in the room. One tree was replaced, and some other things put away. I wonder what that was about?

It’s time to do a bit of checking in on my 2008 resolutions, and frankly, I’m not quite sure that I’m happy with two of my picks at this point.

Healthy Living - Other than the pizza I had yesterday, I’m doing a lot better in this regard. I still have to figure out how to trick myself into eating more veggies though.  And does helping my girlfriend move some of her furniture around count as exercise for yesterday?

Investing Money - Okay, I like this goal, I just don’t know if it’s achievable this year because of various planned expenses for 2008.  For now, it’s on hold. This is really a second half of the year goal.

ScalpEm.com - I’ve realized that the Top 100,000 sites is going to be a cyclical thing for an FSU sports website. So the better goal is to focus on better writing for the site and more interesting posts. Consistency is key.

Day 4 - It’s Day 4 here in captivity, although I’m starting to realize that my so called “captors” might actually be my rescuers in a sense. Sure, I’m not in a Taiwanese rice patty, but this place is pretty good.  There’s plenty of food, and there is lots to look at from outside my holding area. So good in fact, I started making bubble nests. Granted, there aren’t any females around, but I could do with out the stress of that anyway. Frankly, Betta love is a little violent for my tastes.

My rescuers are generally only home in the evenings, except for the large one, he seems to show up around midday and usually gives me a snack. Those brownies are pretty darn good. Even better, on special occasions I’ve been served blood worms, which are making my fins and scales healthy again. And, to top it all off, I don’t think I’ve been in clearer water.

With my situation stabilizing, I’ll report more about what I can see from here as the days go by.

P.S. - I need to get a better photo taken, I look awful from that side.

Day 2 - I’ve decided to keep a journal of my activities and that of my captors.  One is a large fellow, and very pale.  The other is a thin, tall and beautiful human female, with long dark hair. So far they haven’t been mean, so I’m waiting to pass judgment on them for a few weeks.

I arrived two days ago, in a stressful transport from my previous captors, where I resided in a much smaller body of water, also known as a small plastic cup.  I’ve been biding my time for a few weeks there, plotting my escape until these two came along. The nearby tank of Zebra fish would have been perfect. I could have jumped my way through various tanks, until I reached my final destination, albeit an unpleasant one, the toilet where I planned to have my rabbit friend, James flush me to freedom.

However, on the eve of my planned escape my current captors swept me away and now keep me in a tightly secured facility. It could be worse though, this place is much, much larger than my previous home. There’s also a plant, although I cannot figure out the variety since it isn’t giving off any scent and it certainly didn’t taste good when I tried to munch it on Day 1.  Perhaps it’s best left providing me a hiding spot, when I don’t want the large fellow looking at me. It’s a little chilly for my liking, but I stay active. In a fit of rage on Day 1, I tried, in vain, to dig out of here through the rocks below. Of course when I came to my senses, I realized that I shouldn’t try that, even if I were home in a rice patty. What am I going to do, dig through the entire earth?

For now, I leave you. My plans were foiled, but this new place isn’t horrible. The captors even fed me bloodworms last night. Perhaps they were trying to make me feel more at home, or maybe (I just had a horrible thought) they’re fattening me up for dinner…

So, my girlfriend and I have a new addition to the household, Charlie the Betta Fish.  Charlie lives in a lime green plastic topped bowl, with lime green rock and a nifty little fake plant.  The good news about Charlie’s home is the lid, which will prevent him from committing suicide like my old Betta, Mayor Ed Koch did a few years ago.

Charlie’s a little weird, which is fitting. He’s everything from blue & purple to red. He dug a hole in the rocks overnight, and he squirms around quite a bit.  It’s not typical Betta behavior from my experience, but not unheard of either. He’s pretty cool about it thought, and he’s getting less shy as he acclimates to his new home. He looks out over the family room a whole lot, I guess he doesn’t care for the white trim or gray wall behind the tank too much. And, when I go up to the tank, he comes around to say hello.

I’ll put a picture on the site of Charlie and his new home soon.