Edited by author 06-01-2004 09:09 PM
Okay, I've been gone for a bit (the tragedy of losing my wallet on Sat. became slightly less tragic with its semi-miraculous return today, albeit sans the $73 it originally contained--hmmm, does my friendship with young Zefiel [& the attendant perspective therein] make it even worse, or better, to know that was what, 657 pesos? ;), so this will be back-tracking a tad. But given the timeliness with which I send Bill's bday cards, I know y'all expect no less of me.

M3--you don't leave the house much, do you? Yes, I know you've already been suitably razzed enough about your lack of cat-size-perspective, but that doesn't stop me from throwing in my recently-purploined two cents...numero uno, I'm allergic to kitties as well, but that doesn't stop me from having two of my own, chiquita. Despite the constant sneezing and runny nose--oh man, do I scream "dream date," or what?--I feel their company and sheer entertainment value more than compensate in that regard, plus numero dos: my friend Beth's cat, Dakota--another pterodactyl, I mean polydactyl (oh, that joke never gets old, at least not for me)--is the smallest of her brood, and he's 25 lbs.

Translation: you need to get out more, hon. And maybe I can score some Zyrtec samples to send you...

And on that feline topic, I read with interest Scalzi's description of Ghlaghghee's naming process, and can only agree vehemently when it comes to giving your cat any kind of interesting/vaguely-foreign name, esp. when it comes to dealing with veterinary assistants. All of my cats have been named after hockey players (Ernst, there's a clue why I'd want to make that 3234.62 km journey to Langenburg!), but with my lil' torty Lemieuxmew--pronounced "Lay-mee-yoo-mee-yoo," pour tout de vous non-French-speakers--I'd invariably get calls from the vet-folks saying, "Uhm, yeah, it's time for Lay-MIX-MIX to come in..."

Damn Anglos. And damn library folk, saying my hour on the kompyuter is already up, though quickly--Bill, last week I laughed and thought of you when I saw some comedian on tv talking about Bush's bike accident and saying (in a precise approximation of Bush's obnoxious flat Texan tones), "That bicycle HATES FREEDOM!"