Isn't it terrible that I seem to be reduced to a weekly post? If they would update our browsers at work, I could use blogger again, but we are still in the Web stone age, so I have to blog from home only and that is a drag.
If only Fancy Feast was back in my life, I would have so many more amusing anecdotes to post. Nooooo! His African mask is enough to remind me of how bad things could get.
Re: last week's post. Yes! I totally admit it is stalkerish, but hey, I don't care. They are weird and I am happy to sneak photos of them in their natural weirdo CPN habitat. No photo this weekend because Hallelujah! Hallelujah! they seem to be vamoosed on vacation. Peace at last on Belmore. Their daughter is home alone and she is normal (must be adopted).
In other news, having lunch with Smoothie today, he made one of his Smoothie comments that had me laughing and going Wha? at the same time. In a nutshell, he cannot figure out why South Asian males are appealing to me, but black males not so much. (Yes, we were also discussing if having a preference is racist. We both think it is not.) We can blame the South Asian preference on Kumar (wherever he is*). Smoothie's observation went like this. "Take a black guy. And put my hair on him (at this point he grabs the top of his head as if to remove a hairpiece). And you've got an Indian." Me: "So, you're saying that an Indian is just a black guy with a white guy's hair." S: "Yes, they've got soft hair like us." Me: "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." This conversation should be in a Tarantino movie.
*Still Toronto, as far as I can determine
Update: 8:00 p.m. Dammit! They are already home. I cannot catch a freakin' break.