Things you don't know about Tiny and Baby. Only if you don't know cats. The moment we removed a couple of drawers from the studio bureau, the Chelsea Grays were on the case.
Egad. Our precious real-life blogfriend neo has "tagged" us -- in the august company of Alexandra, Shrinkwrapped, Dr. Sanity and Varifrank -- for a meme, "five things you don't know about me." "Don't feel you have to do it, of course," emails neo, leaving us with a quandary. Blogsweetheart Teresa tagged us a coupla months back, and we just said no. Our style of blogging depends upon inspiration. Deus ex machina ain't our style. Or is it?
Things "you don't know about me" you don't want to know. We're of the school of playing our cards close to the chest, and, to mix metaphors, showing a bit of ankle from time to time to keep 'em guessing and begging for more. And yet, and yet, here we are blogging in response to neo's "unexpected, artificial, or improbable character, device, or event introduced suddenly" that "provides a sudden and unexpected solution to a difficulty," that difficulty being the ever looming blogger's block. The topics on deck, waiting for a unifying theme this day:
2. Fear and loathing of free pork [These folks should talk to Nancy Pelosi & Company].
Two out of three were the usual suspects, hysterical muslims determined to take us city-upon-a-hill types insidiously back to the stone age of Sharia law, with women firmly jackbooted into their place. The third item, fear and loathing of accountability, lies squarely upon the shoulders of the so-called media elites, who surely know how to dish it out but can't bear to take it. Transparency is where it's at, guys.
Update: Carnival of the Cats #146 at Leslie's Omnibus is where the fur is.