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i had a weird and unpleasant dream last night. gooley and i and two other people (we knew them in the dream, but i don't recognize either of them now that i'm awake) were going to go to some sort of big event that required a four-hour drive. gooley wanted to bring along that stray kitten that's been hanging around his trailer, so i volunteered to sit in the bed of his pickup truck and hold the kitten for the duration of the drive. about ten minutes out, though, the kitten was squirming so much i decided we needed to stop at a hardware store/pet supply and buy a nylon mesh cat carrier to keep her safe.

i took the kitten into the store, but i couldn't find the cat carriers, and the kitten kept getting away from me. i'd eventually catch her, but then she'd escape again. when i finally did find the right kind of cat carriers, they didn't have one in a reasonable size; it seemed like most of them were designed for much smaller or much larger cats, and some were made so the cat could only sit up, not lie down, which i thought would be uncomfortable. i spent a long time searching through the racks for the right kind of carrier, and by the time i found one i realized the kitten was gone again. i searched for about a half-hour before i found her again.

then i had to stand in a long checkout line, and people kept cutting in front of me, but they didn't seem to hear when i tried to tell them i was there first. i considered just stealing the carrier, but i didn't feel right about it, so i just kept waiting. finally i was able to buy the thing, but it took a long time to get the kitten into it; the cashier was trying to help but she was really, really stupid and clumsy and only made things worse.

i finally made it back out to the truck, but by that time everyone had decided they didn't want to go after all.

interpret away, if you're so inclined. i have some ideas, but i'd be interested to hear what other people think, if anything.

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last night a woman i know told me about a date she had last weekend. she went out with a guy who volunteers at the Marine Mammal Center (i think that's what it's called), and he offered to take her into the restricted areas to see the animals that aren't on display, and watch them feeding the baby harbor seals. she thought, "oh, baby harbor seals! how cute!"

apparently, feeding the baby harbor seals consists of ramming a hose down their throats and force-feeding them. it was, she reports, not cute.

all i want to know is what the hell kind of guy thinks watching baby seals being force-fed would be a romantic date. i suggested to her that if she's still dating him next February, for Valentine's day she could get him a little stuffed seal with a hose down its throat.

for some reason, she didn't think that was funny. hmph, some people.