Subtle Shifts

Have you ever remarked that a kitten has gotten quite big, and its owner is surprised by that? You haven’t seen the kitten in weeks, so its growth is obvious to you. The owner, on the other hand, has seen it daily, and therefore the change in size has been subtle to him or her and therefor easy to overlook.

We experience subtle shifts every day without giving them much notice. For example, when I was a kid, I used to drink Hawaiian Punch practically by the 50-gallon drum. I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. Now, I can barely tolerate even a sip of it. It’s way too sickly sweet. I couldn’t tell you, though, the exact point in time when I shifted from being a Hawaiian Punch fan to a Hawaiian Punch disdainer. It just sort of sneaked up on me.

My perception of humor has apparently shifted as well. A week ago, if you had asked me what the funniest thing I’d ever seen on television was, I’d have responded, Season 4, Episode 4 of the sitcom Perfect Strangers. Based on its air date, I must have been 24 when I first saw it. I remember laughing so hard as Larry and Balki struggled to get a piano up ten flights of stairs that I nearly lost my breath, and I had tears streaming down my face. This was TV at its best, I thought.

So I was delighted when I discovered that Hulu was now showing every episode of Perfect Strangers. I would start with that iconic episode, and then binge watch the entire series. What fun!

I fixed myself a bowl of popcorn, got into some sweat pants and a t-shirt, snuggled in with my dog Quagmire, and prepared to be entertained.

Imagine my shock when I realized just how bad the show really was. Poorly written, cheesy, in fact. Poorly acted. Predictable. What a freaking disappointment. Needless to say, I won’t be binge watching any other episodes.

But I used to love that show. I really did. What the heck was I thinking? Who was I?

Now, if you ask me what the funniest thing I’ve ever seen on television is, I’ll respond the episode of Carol Burnett in which Tim Conway discusses the Siamese elephants, joined at the trunk. I’m happy to say that that one STILL cracks me up.


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It’s Sunday. I get it.

Hardly anyone reads this blog on Sunday. I don’t take it personally. People have lives, after all. Either they’re busy recovering from Saturday night, or they are engaged in spiritual pursuits, or this is the day to go over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house. So I hereby give you permission to take the day off.

I hope you’ll forgive me for doing the same. Instead of writing something myself today, I thought you’d enjoy a little comic relief in the form of a heartfelt warning straight from my silly yet creative boyfriend’s Facebook page. Take heed. The life you save may be your cat’s.

kitten chick

So, you like Genetically Modifed Organisms ?

Biopharmagenica Inc. has just announced the successful insertion of a tiger gene into young chicks that make them every bit as dangerous as their new-found cousins. In controlled experiments, these “chigers”, as they are now called, viciously attacked young kittens, who were otherwise bound for Facebook fame, and ate them.

Researchers called the experiment a success, noting that the feral cat population is out of control in many urban areas. Auditors report that several of these chigers escaped from their cages by chewing through the locks. Most were recovered.