Ok, something else Zero Four is going to bring around here is, more likely than not, less political discussion.
Or fewer political entries. I can explain the usage difference if you want. And then explain that, as far as linguists are concerned, it's bullshit and you can use whichever you fucking well please.
(Re-)Quoted a bit from (Trouble On) Triton which explains why I'm not going to be bothering, and there was some stuff on Cobb and DC Thornton's blogs recently that really underscored the point for me. Bored now.
Find you own links. Bored.
Let the next-door neighbor's cat, Violet, wander around the apartment for a bit. He lets her out into the hallway from time to time, and she's too intelligent to go outside, or even into the (locked) foyer, because, you know, cat. Unlike dogs, cats evolved with brains.
And also a certain aloofness that I find charming. Tried getting her attention, and she gave me that, "Uh-huh, I see you, I just don't find you remotely interesting, please leave me alone" look they do so well.
Dogs seem waaaay too needy -- remember Heather once telling me that we couldn't go back to the apartment, because we'd just left, and the dog would go crazy. And thinking, but not saying, "And I would give a fuck. . . why, exactly?" The cats, they'd either jump off the table and play it off like, "I wasn't doing nothing wrong," or look up and be like, "You back already? It's cool, there's still food in the bowl, go on, go out, have fun. Just make sure you back in time for the morning feeding, or there'll be Hell Toupee."
All of which reminds me, picked up the soundtrack for The Truth About Cats & Dogs at Brown Elephant last Saturday, but still haven't seen the movie. Maybe when I take Kiki back. . .