Weekend musings

• I met Haggis, the cat with opposable thumbs on his front paws. It looks like he's wearing mittens. And apparently, he uses theses kitty thumbs. I turned to Powell and said, "Was that evolution that just walked by?" They should have named him Darwin.

• Ever notice that when you attend a wedding, you spend a good portion of the night looking for friends? Wandering over to the bathroom or standing on tiptoe to see over the crowd at the bar, trying to spot that familiar orange shawl or red dress? Or even more common, asking "Did you see...?" Why is that?

• Dehydrated and leg-weary after the wedding, I watched the U.S vs. China basketball game on Sunday morning. Several American players sport tattoos the length and width of their arms, and at least one of them has Chinese characters running down the back of both arms. Now if I were on the Chincse team, to put my opponent off his game, I'd sidle up behind him and say, "Those tattoos? In Chinese they really mean 'yo mama is so fat...'"

• Marky's latest theory: Bungee for Small Dogs. Every week, tiny, yapping dogs are attached to bungee cords and tossed over the side of the Decarie Expressway. If they spring back up intact, they may continue to live. If they get squooshed by a Provigo truck, c'est la vie! At least there are no orcs in this latest theory.