This is a mixed up blog post because I’m going to throw out a few things I have on my mind, sort of telling it like it is (from my point of view, of course).
First, novels and movies, especially made-for-television movies, about runaway brides.
Stories about runaway brides make me gag–those women who change their mind at the last moment and run from the church (or whatever venue they favor), leaving a bewildered fiance standing there with his jaw sagging, his eyes tearing, and his extreme humiliation showing in the sag of his shoulders and his inability to make eye contact with any of the wedding guests, especially his mother who knew the bride was wrong for him all along.
I’ve watched way too many of these films, supposedly romantic comedies, and even if I find the groom less than desirable, and the guy who wins the bride a handsome, sexy hero, I find the bride totally despicable. The guy that finally ends up with her gets a flightly, cruel ditz who can’t make up her mind and doesn’t hesitate to destroy a man in public. I get tears in my eyes every time, but my tears are for the guy left at the altar. It’s a sucky story and I’m boycotting all books and movies that pursue this theme.
Unless, of course, it’s a crime novel and the bride gets what is coming to her.
Second, the gentle art of persuasion doesn’t seem to exist in social media.
I cannot for the life of me figure out why people make a bunch of friends on Facebook or other social media sites and then set out to piss some of those friends off by spouting dumb ideological nonsense in the name of free speech. Their belligerent claim goes like this: “I have a right to express my opinion wherever I want and if you don’t like it, you can unfriend me or hide my updates or go fly a kite.”
Okay, I believe in the freedom of speech too. And there are points of view on issues I could be persuaded to embrace…but I won’t be persuaded by dumb ideological rants–statements and memes that declare something is a fact or moral truth or solid statistic based on science when it’s not. And when friends rush to support that kind of goofiness, I lose respect for all of them.
I don’t mind engaging in civil debate from time to time, but that’s really not possible on social media. There’s always someone who charges into the discussion to make trouble. I’ve read discussions where very nice, reasonable, open-minded people were called “stupid” because they introduced an alternate idea or study about a controversial topic.
The worst thing about this “I have freedom of speech and I don’t care what you think” attitude is that sometimes the person with the attitude has a friendly or business relationship with some of those online friends. Did I mention above that I lose respect when a friend or business associate tries to ram an ideology down my throat with nonsense, an ugly tone, and the implication that anyone who doesn’t agree with him (or her) is an idiot? Yep, I did. I guess they don’t care.
But just so you know, I’m done with it. I’m dumping the folks on social media who post stuff I find rude. I don’t care either.
Third, and on a somewhat lighter subject, I’ve been working on Katie Cat to pose for photos, and I’m making progress.
For a long time, I’d try to take pictures of the cat and she’d be moving so fast, I’d only catch her tail. Lately, she’s become more interested in my camera as well as sitting still for more than one second at a time. I guess she’s mellowing as she gets older. Or she just likes the attention.
I took a few new ones this month. I need to work on better lighting, but my focus for now is just to get her interested in posing. Here are two of the best so far this month.
In the top photo, Katie is on the window sill in my office. From this spot she can watch all the neighbors in the court, especially keeping an eye on Oswald, the orange kitty from next door who comes into our yard to use my garden as a litter box and lurk near the bird feeders for a chance to grab one of my birdies. Katie yowls and hisses when he gets too close to the house, and she always hears him when he jumps up on our gate to come in the yard.
That’s when she runs to her spot in the bottom photo. She’s on a towel-covered table we have in front of the window where she can watch the yard, the bird feeders, the squirrels and observe the approach of invaders (the gal who runs the scary vacuum cleaner, the members of my writing group who totally mess up Katie’s lap-sitting schedule, or Oswald the orange kitty).
Do you have a pet you try to photograph? Do you have any luck catching the best moments?