Bloop the Bat 🦇

my awesome rock

He varies intensely but he’s still the same ol Eridian!!

anddddd we're back to the music theme again

so, for this one we're gonna talk bout human biology first

in fact, we still don't know much about the nature of music. there are even speculations about why music appeared in the first place. of the main theories:

• music as part of social bonding. it is known that joint activities bring people together, and music requires a high level of coordination of group activities. a feeling of belonging to a group

• music as a by-product of speech (аuditory cheesecake). then music is a by-product of adaptations such as language, signal recognition, which affects the pleasure centers without providing any practical survival benefit. highly doubt

• and music as sexual signal. music requires a lot of brain activity, and the selection of partners was based, among other things, on intellectual characteristics

and we don't know enough about eridians to say whether any of these principles might apply to them. we don't know about their evolution, ancient societies, etc. so we'll accept it as a fact that they have music

but will it be pleasant to our ears? and will they like our music?

can someone explain what he's talking about i got distracted by his giant jiggling honkers badonkers

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.