Two Quick Requests

All right, before I close up shop here for my Denver trip, two quick requests:

1. Those of you folks who went to the Hugo awards ceremony at LACon IV and/or the pre-awards ceremony and/or the Hugo loser’s party: Krissy got all dolled up for the night in a (if I may be allowed to say so) really spectacular red dress, and because I was kind of out of it due to Campbell stress, I didn’t think to snap any pictures of her in it. If some of you who were snapping pictures that night happen to come across any pictures of her in her red dress there, would you be so kind as to send them to me? I’d really appreciate it, and so would Krissy.

(Everyone else: this is not an invitation to send me Photoshopped pictures. Yeah, I know how the lot of you think.)

2. You know, at first, when people pointed out that it was a little silly for so much attention to be focused on a picture of me having taped bacon to my cat, I agreed, because I thought that somewhere in the 37(ish)-year history of the InterTubes, someone somewhere must have posted another picture of bacon on a cat. Hell, what is but a response to the natural tendency to place objects on one’s pets, take pictures of them, and then post them online?

But here’s the thing: A cursory examination of teh Intarweebs seems to show that, in fact, no one else have ever thought to post a picture of cat+bacon, much less bacon taped to cat. The closest I’ve come is a picture of a cat wrestling with a bacon-shaped chew toy. Even is failing me here. This is making me increasingly disturbed. Call me crazy, but if it turns out that I am in fact the first person in the history of the online world to perform a cat/bacon mashup, I’m going to be a little weirded out. This is the same Internet that contains Goatse, Limecat and sharks attacking people in helicopters, after all. You simply cannot tell me I’m the first person to think “Bacon. Cat. Bacon on the cat. What could possibly go wrong?” and then document the result.

So: Help a guy out and go on this series of tubes we all call home, and find me a picture of some “bacon on cat” action that predates my own. Otherwise I may just go insane. Or more insane. You know.

This time I’m not going to tell you not to Photoshop, because, come on, comedy gold. But seriously. If you find a real “bacon on cat” picture, you let me know. Because really. Being the person to think this up? That’s more evidence of my monumental freakishness that I really needed, you know?

In Retrospect, I Suppose It Was Inevitable

Ghlaghghee (the cat what I taped bacon to, for those of you who don’t actually know Bacon Cat’s real name) apparently has her own blog, and relates her side of the story.

No, I didn’t do this. And Ghlaghghee, who is napping here in the room with me, is studiously ignoring the computer screen. Hmmmm.

A Lesson on Teh Intarweebs

Inasmuch as the traffic from Fark alone was 150+% of this site’s daily average, it’s safe to say that yesterday the Whatever had far and away its busiest day ever. All thanks to my idiotic work avoidance maneuver of sticking breakfast meat on the pelt of my companion animal. To commemorate the lessons that can be gleaned from this little event, allow me to present the following motivational poster:

Yup, that pretty much sums it up. And yes, it probably applies to me, too. Alas. Here’s a larger version for those of you who need this salient fact of Internet reality rubbed into your face even harder.

I’m off to Denver today; hope you all have a fine Thursday.

And to everyone who’s new and wondering what sort of idiot does something like this: Uh, hello. Feel free to look around the place. And swing by again sometime. I like visitors.