I'm not eavesdropping...

In general, I avoid interacting overmuch with people. I'm sure that some would think that I have a social anxiety disorder or some other rubbish. I've always assumed that if I mind my own business, I can't get into trouble. This being the case, I still can't help but occasionally pick up random bits and pieces from the world around me. Currently Friday evenings are a class night and the population of this class is....well, let's say diverse to be nice. In terms of age and lifestyle, I'm very much in the minority. One of my random bits plucked from the air was the following:

"I wouldn't call no black girl a bitch."

Lacking any context for this stray declaration, my first thought was "So...you would call a white/asian/[insert color/ethnicity of your choice] girl a bitch?" Obviously, no human female deserves to be called a bitch with its current and accepted meaning. I won't deny that some women are bitches- at least in the sense of meaning "a difficult woman". But I wonder at the implied meaning of this student's statement. What makes it not okay to call a "black girl" a bitch but okay to apply that label to any girl of a different color/ethnicity? I'm sure that he didn't actually mean it in that way, and his statement was a product of a lack of precise thought and speech. At any rate, the conversation continued on that vein as the two gentlemen in question discussed the fact that a black girl would beat the sh*t out of them for saying that and the differences between girls of various ethnicities. At this point, I tuned out again in favor of my book, Map of Bones.

1...2...3...TKO

Actually, I don't think being pinned by a cat would be analogous to boxing, but I'm completely unfamiliar with wrestling terminology. Suffice to say, I spent a good portion of last Saturday pinned to the sofa by a 10 pound furball. Sounds pathetic, I know, but I swear he turns into feline dark matter, causing his human to be glued to him and his chosen sleeping spot by unknown gravitational forces. Plus, as illustrated, he has this way of getting positioned between the knees on the blanket so that it is very difficult to sit up and move him or stand up without squishing him.

Figgie naps on his adopted human while she watches Iron Chef


Figaro orders human to "Stop moving" when she tries to get up for a stretch.


Figaro shifts position and says "You're not going anywhere. I can wait here all day." He continues to wait patiently for his human to change her mind about getting up.

Ultimately, this scenario plays out for another five minutes with my legs pinned by the blanket until Figaro's cat mommy (my roommate) comes to my rescue. This happens often enough that we have a term for it-- De-catting.

Yarn Excursion!

Yarn brings out the Gollum in me. My precious, precious yarn. Or maybe a dragon sitting on a hoard of treasure and greedy for more is a better image. Either way, I'm headed out for another expedition. Will post pictures of the newest editions to my hoard.