Flashes of Panic

A few important bullets before we return to regularly scheduled banality and overwrought pseudo-thoughtfulness (and self-deprecation, don’t forget that.) (Damn, I can even be sarcastic about being sarcastic. My generation is messed up.)

• All the writing I’ve been doing this weekend is on www.eliterunning.com. It’s easiest to just grab the “2006 NCAA Outdoor Champs” tag.

• I am inordinately obsessed with the story of Jack the tabby. Jack, if you haven’t already heard, is a fifteen-pound orange tabby in New Jersey who treed a black bear. Twice. I wonder what Iz could do if he had that yard to patrol! Of course, Jack has a pound or two on Iz, and we keep him indoors because there’s no cat alive who can face down a car. Still, what a story!

• Tisiwoota has shifted between my two link lists. There is proof. I’m the scruffy-looking one. That is all.