Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 
The Cat Ate My Hat (and other pointless feline stories)

Well, truth be known it's more or less one story with an anecdote grafted onto it. You see, today I went for a new look, a change of face as it were. It was nice to finally have the chance to use my day off...to get a haircut. Thrilling, I know, but happily for me, my head feels lighter (yay, less hair!), colder (ack, less hair!), and now the impressive reduction of those bangs sloping over my forehead allows the scratches on my forehead to be so prominently displayed.

It can only be out of filial love and respect that I help Gary trim the claws on his cat, Sumomo. The little kittybutt seems to have developed a grudging resignation to whenever her legs are seized for a trimming session. Usually she squirms so much that 3 people are required to do the trimming: one to trim, one to help hold her front two paws, and the third to hold the rear legs. All three people share the same fate in the end: claw marks all over them.

Well, Sumomo didn't squirm much. She did, however, meow the most pathetic yowls I have ever heard. She also swiped at us. Gary took a few scratches to the wrist. Thanks to my haircut, people can now see the two different sets of swipes Sumomo managed to get across my forehead. At least they're in the upper corners, so it doesn't look like I got into some horrible fight or a silly accident. But regardless, there are about 3 or 4 small claw marks marring my otherwise merchandisable face.

I fail to be amused.

On the plus side, we have now established thanks to the nail-clipping session that if I glare directly at Sumomo and use my "DON'T EVEN" tone of voice, Sumomo actually listens. Granted she has this sulking, ready-to-slink-away-like-Gollum expression, but when told by me to knock it off, she knocks it off.

Hey, it may be a small, silly victory, but given how this is me here, I'll take whatever victories in life I can get!

Today's Lesson: in a marketing strategy gone horribly awry, I have discovered that Spicy Cajun flavoured Pringles do not taste like spicy cajun food. Instead, they taste like beef-flavoured Ichiban Ramen.


posted by Phillip at 2:47 PM