Friday we all took a day trip to the Oklahoma Aquarium. My camera didn't like the darkness, and my video camera didn't like the constant echoey background noise, but I got a few good pictures. That catfish up there in the first picture? My ten-year-old daughter christened him Mr. Kitty, and her whole body could have fit inside Mr. Kitty's space with plenty of room to spare. The creature in the bottom-center is called an Indian Mudskipper. He's a poster child for evolution. Wish I'd gotten a video of those fish in motion. Here's one that tells a little about them. The shark tunnel was the coolest. I do have some video of the sharks swimming over our heads, but it needs to be trimmed so I won't upload it today. Who am I kidding, if it's not today, it will be never.
I did pretty well, fragrance-wise. We got there early, so I didn't encounter many people at first, but as the afternoon went on more people showed up. Specifically, flowery, old-money ladies who'd have brought their pink poodles in if it were allowed. Those ladies smell worse than anyone, and soon I started to feel light-headed. Richard suggested I go lie down in the car while they watched the feedings. That was the only invitation to leave that I needed, so I went out and read Stephen King while they finished up.
The new car made it there and back with absolutely no problem, though a two-hour trip is about the longest I'd want to attempt. The car's just too small for comfort on a longer journey. But dangit, I'm not complaining. I still love the Saturn.