The first time I ever plugged this into a wall socket, sparks flew out and that outlet is now defunct. After that I had it plugged into a power strip, until one day when I unplugged it and saw that the outlet below was all brown and melty. I don't know why I say 'until'- I continued to keep it plugged in and just lived in fear. Then I got a new heater, and this was one is out on the curb. So I guess I won't be seeing it everyday.
One early afternoon I was cooking up some stir fry in the kitchen when I heard a ruckus in the living room. I went out to see what was going on, only to find my roommates trying to figure out where to put this. They found it on the sidewalk. Which means that someone used to own this. When I came home that night it was all aglow with candles from the thrift store.
I'm not quite sure what Ghostmodernism is, but I like to imagine that whoever wrote "BARD" in wet cement either has a lot of school spirit or a lot of love for Guillaume ShakEsPeeeeer.
These things are in my office at work.
We had two fish before this one. I never met the first one, but the second one was named Bruiser. They both died. This one is only named Sea Kitty, and we recently gave her a mermaid friend.
I bet it's full of Waiting Rooms and Sweet and Low. HIYO!
