Entry the thirty-third: Snags

On an almost daily basis, Sylvie attempts to perch on the towel bar on the back of the bathroom door. She is rarely successful, but she keeps making the attempt. Maybe it's that variable reinforcement thing. Every once in a great while we get this:



And there is much rejoicing.

Nine times out of ten, however, we get a small brown cat hanging from the towel like a monkey. Admittedly, it's amusing... but this is the unfortunate result:



Snags. Snags in EVERY SINGLE TOWEL we own. My sister's boyfriend stayed with us for one night last month and I had to empty the linen cupboard before I found the last untouched-by-paws-and-claws towel cowering in the back. And Sylvie? Unrepentant. Even when I tell her This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things.

It's like she doesn't understand a word I'm saying. Or perhaps understands one or two of them, but can tell from my tone I'm not conveying any information she would find interesting.

Entry the thirty-first: Someone else's art

My current favorite blog is Kevin Cornell's bearskinrug. Kevin Cornell is an illustrator and a goofball (in the best possible way, of course) and his site is full of odd little corners to poke into. Over Thanksgiving weekend, I made my entire family play with The Bear (top right corner of the screen on this page) and I bought myself a t-shirt, despite the fact that I'm trying not to spend money on myself during this expensive time of year. So much for that resolution.

Clearly, I am helpless against the power of the sock monkey.*

In other news, Valerie told me that someone is studying Internet meme velocity. It's an intriguing idea. I am eager to see the results.

*Truth is, normally I'm not such a fan of sock monkeys. But Mojo, the one on bearskinrug, is another matter entirely. And he's on a t-shirt.