Obsession=poissonne

I find myself unwilling to write anything, but desperately craving a reason to go to blogger.
To feed the fish.
The not-real fish to your right.
The gadget some genius made that makes me wish it was a leetle more in-depth so it could completely replace my need to keep the betta at home. (Noro. He knows he's replaceable. I keep him for his prettiness, and I can get another if he decides to kick off. The last one was named Noro also, as will be the next.)

I already have a foster home lined up for him, I think.

Things to consider: possible background that looks like a riverbed or fishtank bottom, or a screen from Frogger. Cute little mouths to nobble at the food. Optional tank decoration (those cave things in colors that even ravers would blink at). Breeding possiblities! Tails, coloration, completely unrealistic breeds! I could spend days at this. I am not lying. I have completed decades in various Harvest Moon incarnations. I lust for a Wii not for its strange and interesting controls, or even the variety of disney-tastic games, but merely for the Harvest Moon option of raising ducks, geese, chickens, sheep, goats, and OSTRICHES! Natsume, if you could just get on the Chocobo-breeding ball, I would dedicate years of my life to carefully breeding interesting colorations of all available animals, desperately seeking the elusive gene to give my llama wings or allow my chicken to lay decorated eggs.

Also, as most humans, I am interested in this AdSense thing. Why yes, I would like you to give me money for absolutely no vested energy in return, as well as filling up that embarassingly bare space to the left of my blog.
However, I would like to select the advertisers, or at least the products that will be displayed. Knitting or anime things, but not shoelaces or that godsawful "mom's secret" tooth cleaning discovery or waistline adjustment feeding schedule/supplement (normally called a "diet"). Can we do that, Google?
I mean, here is my blog, and thanks, but if we're pretending I'm in charge, you can't take the keys away when we get to the car.