This is the first photo I took yesterday:
Actually, that is NOT the first photo I took yesterday. I took these two of Harley, one of our two cats, before that one:
The photo with the word “fishy” marks the first time yesterday I thought: “Hey! That would make a great title for a blog post!”
Now that I think of it, those two photos of Harley also fit today’s topic as follows:
- Harley is a cat, so he likes his food fishy and
- He is very shy, so he acts like everything is fishy.
In case you’re not familiar with either of those uses of “fishy,” here’s a definition:
1. of, relating to, or resembling fish or a fish.
“a fishy smell”
synonyms: fishlike, piscine
2. (informal) arousing feelings of doubt or suspicion.
“I’m convinced there is something fishy going on”
synonyms: suspicious, questionable, dubious, doubtful, suspect; odd, queer, peculiar, strange; funny, shady, crooked, sketchy
Don’t you think there’s something fishy going on with this post already? Isn’t it suspicious, questionable, dubious, doubtful, suspect, odd, queer, peculiar, strange, funny, shady, crooked, and/or sketchy that I started out with one photo and then quickly switched to some other ones? And, also, that I included a definition WITH NO LINKS OR ATTRIBUTIONS?
Maybe I’m overstating things.
Would it be fishy if I just moved on to some other photos I took yesterday, with “fishy” on my mind?
Is there anything fishy about that photo, for you?
On my walk yesterday, I met somebody else who may have eaten something fishy that morning.
I wonder if that new-to-me neighborhood cat thought the way I interacted and then just walked away was fishy, in any way.
As I mentioned a few days ago, in this post, I had plans to see “Jesus Christ Superstar” with my ex-sister-in-law, Deborah yesterday. I saw this on my drive to the theater:
What could be fishier than that? Perhaps this tuna sandwich I had for lunch:
I ate that tuna sandwich at a restaurant I used to frequent (fishily eating many tuna fish sandwiches there) when I worked at my previous job (as the director of a psychiatric day treatment program).
Is there anything fishy about these two photos I took after I finished that tuna fish sandwich?
Personally, I find it fishy that two accountants could have the name “Kaplow,” which is fishily close to mine (and which I wrote about here while I was recovering from pneumonia six months ago).
After I took those photos yesterday, I drove to the theater to meet my ex-sister-in-law. The parking lot was absent of fish, cars, and people when I got there, which seemed fishy to me.
As things seemed fishier and fishier, I got a text from Deborah, which said, “I got the tickets.” When I called her, I found out I was at the wrong theater. “Jesus Christ Superstar,” fishily enough, was actually taking place a few miles away at the REGENT theater, a name fishily similar to the place I went, and the same theater where my 16-year-old son played John Wilkes Booth in “Assassins” this summer (in a performance that was particularly non-fishy).
Would any of you find it fishy if I told you that I made the performance yesterday with minutes to spare?
That’s Deborah, offering me some gum before “Jesus Christ Superstar” started. Is that fishy, that I took a photo of that? I’ll tell you why I did it: I’ve been getting fishily mixed messages lately from my cardiologists, regarding how spry I’m feeling now and may be feeling in the future.
There are my beloved ex-in-laws Deborah (left) and Laura (her daughter). Deborah doesn’t like to have her picture taken, which I find fishy, since she’s so beautiful. Also, to the far right of the photo is the beautiful Victoria, Laura’s daughter and my son Aaron’s cousin (and close friend). Is it fishy that Victoria is sitting that far away from us? (I don’t think so, at all.)
The performance of “Jesus Christ Superstar” at the Regent Theater in Arlington yesterday was lots of fun. There were some people in back of us who were talking loudly throughout the performance — which I always find very fishy — and who didn’t stop, despite Deborah and me both turning around and giving them the fish eye. I took a photo of them
with my flash turned off, and wondered if they might find that fishy. Knowing I could use that photo in my blog today helped me focus on the music instead of on them.
After the show, I went home for a walk with my boyfriend Michael in the nice weather, before we went for our Sunday food shopping.
I would think it fishy if you didn’t guess what was coming next.
That’s Vahan, who we see every Sunday when we pick out fish for Michael to cook for me and my son. Vahan was interested in my blog — for himself and his girlfriend — which I didn’t find fishy at all.
I need to finish this blog fishily early today, to get to a sleep doctor’s appointment by 8:30 AM, before I go to work. However, I think my readers might find it fishy if I don’t include any music here.
Now, I could present the entire score from “Jesus Christ Superstar” because of the many connections between Christianity and fish but, instead, here’s the first “fish” song that came to mind:
“The Fish (Schindleria Praemeturus)” by Yes found here in a nine-minute live version from Montreux in 2003:
If you have time to watch that whole thing, I find that a little fishy. Also, is it fishy that YouTube video has only 62 views?
I am fishily not happy enough with these song choices, at this point, so how about this tune, that starts with the word “fish”?
In case you find anything fishy about that, here’s another version of that tune:
What’s fishy about all this, for you?
Thanks to all fish, cats, and people contributing to and reading this post today, including you!