Last Monday I had some free time in Brandon Florida while visiting family for the holidays. I decided to whip out the old c:geo and do some geocaching. I was surprised to see just how many caches there were in the Bloomingdale area. I spent a couple hours finding 5 or 6 caches and never went outside of a 2 mile radius. Of course, remembering how boring Brandon was growing up, I completely understand why people would use inventive ways to entertain themselves.
Anyway, the whole reason for this post: I found my very first geocoin! Admittedly I’ve not done a lot of geocaching, (I’ve only found 11 to date) but still, I was surprised to see such a find in such an easy cache.
So I’ll fill those in who are in the dark. A geocoin is a special trackable item that you leave inside a geocache. (I’m not explaining what geocaching is to you…) You leave the coin in a cache, and someone else picks it up and takes it somewhere else. All the while logging where it goes. So you can watch your geocoin travel across the state, country, or globe. Total nerdy fun. I love it.
So I found the one pictured up top, “Pirate Booty.” I was eager to see where it had been, and after punching in the code on the back of the coin into geocaching.com, I was surprised to see that I was actually the first person to grab it!
So, it’s perfect really. Me visiting from out of town, it’s going to be easy for me to move it a good bit. I’ve brought it home, and now I just need to get off my lazy butt and go drop it in another cache somewhere around here. Maybe I’ll use this as an excuse to finally start my own cache near my work.
So I was taking a shower (try not to get yourself too excited by that mental image) and, out of the blue, started singing “Believe It Or Not” by Joey Scarbury. Not unusual. It happens to us all.
But then someone of us, we go out of our way to cover it. And that brings us this:
So my cat has disappeared. We’ve not seen him for 9 days now. He’s an indoor/outdoor cat, but he always returned each night to sleep inside.
Every conversation I’ve had about the situation has had a similar thread. Not always so blunt, but the root of it has always been, “Well, it’s just a cat.”
People who say that suck.
I’m sorry if you’ve had bad experiences with cats. I’m sorry if you had one as a kid and it didn’t like you. I’m sorry that you’ve seen enough cartoons with mean cats that you’ve become convinced that they’re all evil. Even if they ARE all evil, I happen to like mine, and him not being around sucks. If you want to use this as evidence that I am evil by association, fine, but even the evil should be allowed to mourn. (Well, maybe not…evil people being really sad tends to end with world domination schemes.)
I’ve owned 4 cats in my life. All but 1 of them have been so awesome people couldn’t refrain from telling me that I have an awesome cat. Is that pure coincidence? Maybe it’s that you’re crappy cat experience has more to do with you than the cat. That sounds like a pretty cat thing to do. To be annoying to those that annoy you.
The one non-awesome cat was still a decent cat.
So, tirade aside, just nod your head politely when someone is lamenting about their lost animal that you have no affection for. They don’t need your input on pet quality.
