Follow Through

So, after my last post, a reader suggested I google Miniature Cats. Way too many things came up, so I decided not to really look. Instead, I tried a second search for Paracat. Here's what I found.



You know, it's kind of depressing. No joke I make, no matter how bizarre or insignificant has been done about a million times better somewhere else. So, I really want to hate the creators of that photo, but I can't. They've got a whole damn menagerie like that. The modern, photoshop equivalent of one of those old traveling curio circuses comprised mostly of "rare and exotic animals." If they'd been clever, they might have made their own paracats, but they were boring and unbelievable. Photoshop is REAL, mofos. Check it out. The whole site is actually pretty interesting, though nothing else is as awesome as that. They're apparently a web design group, but some of the articles up there are of interest to people in any way connected with publishing. Unfortunately, they don't update often. And oooh, look, an article about Seth Godin. Man, I was talking about that six months before they were. Keynote speaker at last year's IBPA, don'tcha know. And I know he's had devoted followers since ten years before I knew he existed, but whatever. You took Paracat away from me. I'm a desperate man.

On the other half of Wednesday's post, there are things to say too. You know, when I sit down and write these things (usually right after getting up from less than four hours of sleep) I don't really know what the fuck I'm talking about, nor am I really considering what will get people's attention. Which is probably fine since I can never find a pattern after the fact for which posts get a lot of views or comments. Sometimes though, even though not many people comment and even when there are a moderate number of views, it will suddenly have this big impact on the queries we get at the agency. Yesterday was such a day. Gay lit up the ass. Er, so to speak. I was actually more entertained by something my mother said about it.

It seems that she answered the phone the other day to an automated survey. It annoyed her from the get go, but because it was a "public service" survey, they've been calling and leaving messages every day for weeks so she broke down and decided to do the damn thing so they'd go away. The whole thing consisted of two questions. "Are you registered to vote in New York?" and "do you believe marriage should only be between a man and a woman?" When she said no to the latter, they simply repeated the question. She said no again and they lectured her, so she hung up and came to bitch to me about the methodlogical flaws in their survey. It was very much a "No shit" moment for me, but it genuinely surprised and upset her. Frankly, she doesn't even care about the issue, she just hates the die-hard anti-gay crowd for making a mountain out of a mole hill. It's a disturbing reminder that not everyone grew up close to NYC. So maybe they don't get it. Help me spread the good word, folks.

EQUALITY THROUGH APATHY.

Also, while I'm talking in caps: VOTE FOR ME. You can trust me as a politician because I'm so boring, long-winded, unintelligent, out of touch and ugly (all the great traits of modern leaders BUT MORESO) that no amount of power would be sufficient to make a sex scandal possible.