Meezer Monday: Seitan Is Real

Screw the eff word--I can't even write the ess word. It's certainly not because of my mom, who'd regularly pull out the powerful, "Tell the truth and shame the devil!" when I was growing up. That actually worked on me, my seven-year-old self imagining the devil--think hunchback goatlike creature with skin like a well-done hot dog, complete with pitchfork--melting like the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz with every statement of third-grade veritas I made. "It was me! I ate all the mini peanut butter cups!"

At least that brand of devil is understandable and beatable. Just be honest and he loses all power, a big windbag who tells lies. (Incidentally, not unlike many of the people who come before Judge Judy on Channel 55 every night at 10 PM.)

It's the kind of d/evil that I can't understand that makes me shiver--or, if I'm feeling particularly Pollyanna, puts me in a serious state of denial. Or I'll read stuff like Helter Skelter and The Executioner's Song, antsy and agitated the whole time, trying to find the answer to that $25K question--why would someone do that? They all leave me in a nightmare, facing a brick wall behind which there is…no door number 3. No answer.

Groan, another post gone south. Like way south. And I really just wanted to show you how un-evil my little Bing is, even when dressed in this Halloween costume I bought him 2 years ago on a business trip to Evanston, IL. I think they also sold candy that was supposed to look like snot, but no way would I buy that.

P.S. Incredible book, and I'm still trying to stop squirming so I can finish it: M. Scott Peck's People of the Lie: The Hope for Healing Human Evil

Meezer Monday: Wise Cracks

I first titled this photo “Om for Cats,” thinking Derrick’s tail was sorta like the symbol for om. It’s totally not! There may be everything and nothing contained in the space said tail makes and breaks, but geesh, you would need more than one cat to do a furry om up right.

Speaking of tails, there is none fancier than that belonging to the species known as the Brush-tailed Binglet:



Can you see it in the upper right? It looks like a little shaving brush, but Bing doesn't use it for anything like that. It rarely goes straight up, all exclamation pointy, but when it tweaks from left to right like an on/off switch, I know he's about to go somewhere, fast.

Songs to listen to when debating if cats (technically) have butts



You know, I was prepared to call this next song the worst song ever, but I realize that there’s nothing nasty, as in mean-spirited, about this, so I take it back. This may be a bad song, but it is not the worst ever.



Have you actually listened to the lyrics? “Put a little tiny man in your butt!” That’s sort of delightfully, idiotically silly, though I do think I may not be this song’s intended audience. Who ya think is?