What I’ve discovered is, there’s a separation between church and state — in other words, the editors of most magazines and newspapers don’t care how long you’ve been writing advertising copy, it doesn’t make you a Continue reading
Have you ever wondered why it is you like some people and can’t stand others? And vice versa, I’m sure. I’m not talking about people you know pretty well and develop an aversion to at some point, for some reason. The answer to that is obvious. I’m talking about people you barely know, or even those you’ve never met– and still, they rub you the wrong way.
You know, dislike on first sight. Or even without sight. Just plain dislike.
Do they send off some sort of scent that’s off-putting? Or pheromones? Really bad vibes? Do they have an aura about them?
Logically it makes no sense. How can you not like someone you don’t know? And yet
it happens, at least to me.
Take Margaret Wente, for example. She’s an OpEd columnist for the Toronto Globe Continue reading
If you’ve got any four-legged family members living at your house you know very well I’m not talking about me keeping my animals on a tight rein. Absolutely not. Au contraire. In fact it is my two furry little beasts who have me on the leash. And a short one at that. Over a barrel. At their mercy. At their beck and call.
Yes. These two. Bartlett, on the left. Dark grey with the interesting white markings. And Sundance. Ginger and the more svelte of the two. I’m being kind. Bartlett is the size of an adult racoon. He weighs in at more than thirty pounds. Probably much more, but I can’t pick him up to put him on the scale. He’s way too heavy. And much as he loves to cuddle, he does not — I repeat NOT — like being picked up. By anyone. Even me.
I know, they look like butter would melt in their mouths. In all fairness, sometimes it would. “Some” being
How do you know when you’re delirious? Are there tell-tale signs? Because I think there’s some cause for alarm here. I may finally have toppled over the edge. Yup. One teeter too many. And I tottered. At least I think so. You tell me.
I’ve got two cats. Silly me. You know that already. From reading my blog.
Well, they’re both very different from each other. Not surprising, really. They didn’t even know each other before they came to live with me. Why would they be alike? That’s a misconception people have about cats, you know. But it’s a topic for another day.
So. One of my cats, Sundance, talks to himself all the time. You know. He mutters under his breath. Except it’s quite loud. And, depending on his mood or level of frustration it can get quite high-pitched. The tone changes Continue reading