Memories… like the corners of my mind…

Leave one memory that you and I have had together. It doesn’t matter if you know/knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! Don’t send a message, leave a comment on here. Next, repost this in your notes and see how many people leave a memory about you. It’s actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. If I neglected to tag you and you see this, PLEASE feel free to chime in.

Except that, as usual, I shall tag no one.

OK, let’s see how hard this is.

It’s harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag 10 people. (As is my wont, I won’t tag anyone else. Deal with it.) Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real … nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question.

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Love and anger, feline style

My superintendent has been working to get the heat working properly in my apartment.  He was in here the other day with a plumber.  While they were here, my black cat Shadow got very territorial and attacked the plumber; I just heard about this today.  The plumber is refusing to return to my apartment unless Shadow is locked up.

I wish I could make myself believe that the plumber is making this up.  I can’t.  This not the first time people have reported this kind of behavior from Shadow.  I’ve never seen it myself, since he never acts this way when I’m present.  But when I’m not there, and there’s a lot of noise, strange odors, or he just think the person should have been me, he can become vicious, angry, and attack people’s legs.

I’m both disappointed and angry with Shadow.  Yes, I know he’s just a cat.  But incidents like this can be serious.  I know that he can’t do anything worse than give someone a nasty scratch, but other people don’t know that.  Folks have been sued for less. The outcome of such situations often is that the animal involved has to be put to sleep.

As I’m typing this, he’s coming over to me to be petted.  How did this cute little black kitten I once held in my hand grow up to be such a bundle of anger?

Anyway, I’ll have him locked in my bedroom the next time the plumber visits.  I know what will happen: he’ll scratch furiously at the floor at the base of the door, trying to get out, and will tear up the carpeting in the bedroom.  There isn’t that much else I can do.

Sometimes someone says it just right

In a couple of recent posts, I made some lengthy statements about marketing and media. I just heard Bill Maher say something that succinctly captures my viewpoint:

"Television is not a medium of entertainment [anymore]. It’s a medium of advertising that occasionally entertains."

I don’t agree with everything Bill Maher says, especially about religion, but I whole-heartedly concur with the above statement. And it’s not limited to television either.