I am now so omniscient, I do not even need to read the book before reviewing it. I know all I need to know about the care and feeding of sea monkeys. An unfortunate side effect of my new uberintelligence is the uncomfortable awareness of the sex lives and petty dramas of my new worshippers. Surely the Children of Me are an uninteresting and sad little crew of desperate souls in search of meaning at the bottom of their little bowl.
Thankfullly, this book also made me omnipotent over the little squishy people, and in my new role of benefactor and ultimate judge, I decided to mercifully call them home. Not to my home, of course. I sent them back to the great mother ocean which spawned them, albeit through a rather circuitous and arduous journey via the central sewage system. After many years wandering in the wasteland, as it were, I am certain my followers will be even more spiritual,and less miserable when they are delivered into the mighty waters by the almighty ME. All hail the God of Sea Monkeys.
I eagerly await the sequel which I hope will raise both my powers of cognition and awareness so that I might commune with, and ultimately gain spiritual dominance over my goldfish, who I suspect was feeding upon the less ardent of my monks while I was busy setting the Five Commandments for Fishlife down on two pieces of coral. I was sorely tempted to cast him down in the bowels of the sewer system as well, but was convinced to take mercy upon him by the supplication of the snail that cleans the fishbowl.
Ok, ok, obviously, some you didn't get it. It's a useful little book if you actually want to raise brine shrimp in a bowl in your house and might actually (and I don't know who this applies to other than the author) will spend time watching them swim, mate, reproduce and "play". I like the author's sense of humor more than the subject. It's a 38 page how-to manual on the care and feeding of sea monkeys (circle R thingy). I read it. I just didn't pay for it. Enjoy.
