My ichthyocentric fixation

My latest obsession is getting an aquarium set up. I bought The Buddy a Betta last week (he named it Purple), and it's currently living in a gallon vase with a little shrimp named Rick and a moneywort plant - not so great of a life. I just started cycling a 20 gallon rectangular tank, so hopefully in about 3 weeks I'll be able to move them all over to more spacious quarters. Then I think I'm going to get a school of 6 or 8 Harlequin Rasboras and a couple Cory catfish for tankmates. My eventual goal is a 55 or 70 gallon tank with cichlids or maybe a marine setup, but that's a good ways down the line.

When I was younger, we kept guppies for a while. After doing fairly exhaustive research this go round, I've come to realize that I did pretty much everything wrong with respect to fishkeeping back then - overstocking, overfeeding, awful maintenance; I'm sure the ammonia concentration must've been off the charts. The biggest fish we had was named Slack. He used to go through death-resurrection cycles on a weekly basis.

Those of you familiar with the Memorial Acclamation used in response to the Mysterium Fidei may appreciate the fact that my brothers and I used to sing a (probably blasphemous, but definitely irreverent) song about the poor little fish:

Slack has died,
Slack is risen,
Slack will come again.

Gotta love those poor attempts at liturgical humor.