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Answering For Others

Aaron and Karen are noto­ri­ous for their inabil­i­ty to end a phone call with­in the first fif­teen min­utes of pick­ing up. This isn’t always their fault, of course, because most of the time it’s the peo­ple at the oth­er end who per­sist in stay­ing on the line. Sometimes I’ll pre­tend that it’s a wrong num­ber when we’re hang­ing out so that they won’t be dis­turbed. Unfortunately, this time, the per­son was per­sis­tent. It end­ed up being a rude char­i­ty work­er.

My Chinese has a ter­ri­ble Western accent, bad enough for me to be able to rec­og­nize it and cringe. Normally, I’m not so bad, but I was def­i­nite­ly rusty and caught off-guard.

Fatness In Stereo

Thumbnail: Large Dolly in stereo

I’ve tried many times to cap­ture the actu­al size of Dolly’s cur­rent girth, but the cam­era does­n’t real­ly do a good job of it. I fig­ured that the only way to accu­rate­ly show how large she’s got­ten is with stereo­scop­ic images. That way, one can actu­al­ly tell how much Dolly is com­ing off the couch with a bit of depth per­cep­tion. It’s nev­er easy to take stereo­scop­ic pic­tures of a cat. Usually they’ll move or twitch when the alter­nat­ing pho­to is being tak­en, so it almost always has to be done while they’re asleep. Even a twitch of the cam­era strap, or a shuf­fling of feet will be enough to pique the curios­i­ty of a cat

Dolly’s head looks small in com­par­i­son to the rest of her body, but her head is actu­al­ly nor­mal for a cat her age, and it’s her pot bel­ly that’s grown out of pro­por­tion. Every time some­one comes over, I usu­al­ly get a com­ment on how much she’s grown. Outward.

Tastes Like Purple

When I’m eat­ing from a bag of can­dy with assort­ed flavours, I always have a favourite. For exam­ple, the red Skittles in the orig­i­nal flavours, or the Creme Eggs in a Cadbury Assorted Bag of mini eggs (which has WAY more of the less favoured Dairy Milk and Caramel Eggs, I sus­pect on pur­pose). The weird thing is that I still enjoy the oth­er flavours just as much. Every time I get one, I see it as an invest­ment towards the end of the bag, when a glo­ri­ous explo­sion of my favourite flavour awaits to tit­il­late my taste­buds.

Second-Hand Compliment

Sometimes, a sec­ond-hand com­pli­ment is bet­ter than a first-hand one. It means that there’s some­thing the com­pli­ment giv­er does­n’t want one to know, as if it’s a weak­ness. Of course, one should always ques­tion how some­one comes across this infor­ma­tion, and their motives for let­ting one know what oth­ers may con­sid­er a secret that can be used against a per­son.