I am speaking to you this morning through the miracle of “scheduled posts”. If I were to actually write a post this early in the morning, it would sound like complete gibberish. You would no doubt think that my cat had walked across my unattended keyboard, back and forth, for an hour or so until an accidental blog post appeared. And I would be more than a little perturbed that it would be better than anything I could have written.
And it would have been written by a cat! Think of all the “likes” that would garner!
But as much as I hate to disappoint you, this blog post was not written by my cat. I am pretty sure she is illiterate. I only say that because the only thing I have ever seen her read is old “Josie and the Pussycats” comic books. I may be wrong, but I’m pretty sure she is only looking at the pictures.
Now is as good a time as any to admit that I had a crush on Josie for a brief period of time when I was a wee lad and their cartoon came on every Saturday morning. Up until then I had been completely faithful to Daphne on the Scooby Doo show, but when I first saw Josie with her lovely red hair and her little cat ears … well … what can I say? I was swept up in her music and her stage presence. But the dalliance was brief (only a single season). After all, how could I resist Daphne with her long red hair?
I was always a little confused by the fact that J&tPC’s music had a bass and a keyboard line, but nobody in J&tPC played bass or keyboard. They managed to get all of that sound out of just an electric guitar, a drum set, and a tambourine. It is still one of the mysteries of modern music. People sometimes wonder the same thing about Rush.
(Note to Alex, Geddy, and Neil … I love you guys! Big fan! I saw your Moving Pictures tour. Please don’t hate me! It was just a joke.)
If you’re still reading at this point, you’re probably beginning to suspect that perhaps my cat really did write this after all. This post is all over the place! Sorry, even though it’s not REALLY early in the morning, my brain seems to think it is and so it is just sort of stumbling around in a fog.
Okay, I’ll wrap this up and let you get on with your Friday. I wish you good things today. Like bagels or donuts in the break room. Or an extra french fry at the bottom of the bag. Or finding a five dollar bill in the pocket of a coat you wore last winter. Dream big!