read this just before sleep last night and dreamt of glittering, blasé fish:

Sometimes Northwest lakes and streams are so rich in feed that their bloated denizens would sooner bite an Alka Seltzer than a natural imitation; sometimes a bored old whopper, like any decadent, affluent creature, prefers gaudy titillation to more of the mundane stonefly-mayfly-caddisfly crap. ... Piscine ennui can arouse a taste for the bizarre that will skunk a Purist who insists on floating sacrosanct "name patterns" over his congregation all day.

I now have no choice but to form some sort of organization (swim team? cocktail club?) called "Piscine Ennui."