Can’t Live With, Can’t Live Without



These two have a complicated relationship. Some of the time Xena barely tolerates Beano, hissing at him when he gets near. Sometimes she lets him lick her face. Sometimes they share ends of an airline blanket, not daring to stretch out lest they actually touch each other. At least once a day they have a rip-roaring fight that gets so loud I have to break it up because I don’t want another trip to the vet. Yesterday Beano walked off with clumps of Xena’s black fur sticking out from his white paws.

Beano’s the one who initiates the fights and he’s always the first one to walk away. Xena makes the most noise, hissing and growling while Beano strikes at her dramatically with his paw. When I show up, he looks up at me as if to say, “I don’t know what she’s so upset about!” and waltzes off innocently as if nothing happened, practically whistling, leaving Xena on her back, claws out, wild-eyed and not ready to give up the fight just yet. I tried filming it today, but they stopped when I got the camera out. Typical.

People Will Google* Anything

I was talking to a friend last night about Googling, and the conversation reminded me that I have this little cache of odd screen captures from one of my webstats programs. Here’s a gem from Pennsylvania a couple of weeks ago:

I don’t know what’s more bizarre: the query itself or the impression that my website has the answer. The funny part is, I didn’t have an answer — David wrote the question as a comment, one day before I met him in New York. He is, inadvertently and posthumously, sending people ’round in circles!

Related post: One of the Funnier Ways To Be Found – January 9, 2007

* or, in this case, chacha?? (see screen cap)