yeah, I need to get Tom a cell phone so I can stop imagining horrible accidents on 128 and even if he's OK, he couldn't get in touch with me... I am a Doofus.

Bored now. At the Burbank airport with shitbaggy business people.

yeah, I need to get Tom a cell phone so I can stop imagining horrible accidents on 128 and even if he's OK, he couldn't get in touch with me... I am a Doofus.

I really want Teacup Guy to get a cellphone. He has a meeting tonight, and then he is coming to my place. I have no idea when the meeting will end, and if it runs later than I expect I will likely become worried that he got into a car accident or something equally as horrible. Add me to the Doofus club.

I'm the President of the Big Doofus Club, not that there was any doubt.

At least I know I am in very good company.

Does anybody else, on being told by someone that they don't watch TV, or don't have a TV in their house, go into an automatic defensive mode? (not even completely conscious I'm doing it a lot of the time). Just me?

It really depends on the tone, for me. I know people (my sister used to be one of them) who felt it made them special, and it shows in the voice. Others just don't care about TV one way or another, or don't have the time, or are scared of the addiction.

As long as I'm not getting value judgment vibes, I don't bristle.

I do that too, ET. Teacup Guy doesn't have a TV.

Here’s another two cents worth on the pet issue. We didn’t cover this sort of coercive situation, so Ima make another post in the name of Buffistean completeness. Elizabeth Marshall Thomas, author of The Social Lives of Dogs, received “…many letters from women whose husbands or boyfriends didn’t like their dogs. In every case, the man wanted the woman to get rid of her dog. However, the woman loved the dog and was placed in a terrible dilemma, hence the letter. My advice on this question is always the same. Lose the man. Keep the dog. You are far better off with the dog than with a man who would ask such a thing of you.”

I am a crazy cat person and proud of it. I am eternally grateful that I fell in love with a man who loves the kitties as much as I do. We see our home as a safe habitat, and ourselves as having a sort of guardianship responsibility, because we want to be the sort of people who help make up for the terrible things that some people do. When I adopt a pet, I offer what I call a double-lifetime guarantee: I promise that I will love them for the rest of their life, as well as for the rest of mine. That’s nice and symmetrical.

Sometimes I think about What If I had had to make a Sophie’s Choice about them, well. It would be a terrible thing for me. When I am bewailing my hard lot in life, sometimes I think about JZ’s cats, and I see that fortune has truly favored me because I didn’t have to give anything up to have DH. I’m so happy to have finally discovered what became of them and that everybody is OK; I loved every word of her post about it.

It really depends on how the person says it. A coworker who informed me that he didn't watch the tele and was thinking of getting rid of the one he had because he thought his wife watched too much? I passed on feeling defensive and just put him in the jerk column.