Park benches are not widely seen here on Mars, though reminiscing certainly is. We all wonder about our next trip off-world, as it were. And then we realise how lucky we are to be here away from the maddening crowds of pollies, and bullies, and liars and baying hounds (that last one is for the feline among us). And we calm down, make a nice cup of tea, and spread some anchovette over a few crackers for afternoon tea. You’re welcome to the recipe – phone 1800-FISH-A-RAMA.
Euclid – it’s all his fault, friends. Far be it from me, or meow, to finger an ancient angler, but hey, why not? Personally, I like the odd shapes and I’m guessing you might, too.
Euclid is known as the ‘father of geometry’ – imagine giving all those sharp little shapes and corners and angles a kiss and a hug before bedtime. Imagine the damage to the porcelain at bathtime as a 45 degree introvert collides with its obtuse over-achieving sibling. What fun, eh, Pythagoras!
The sofa, by the way, is a lovely replica of a design by Irving Harper who worked for George Nelson’s company. It’s called a marshmallow sofa – positively edible. Thanks to the talented Lorrie for her miniature replica and permission to use in this presentation.
Did you know that alleyways really are quite the thing nowadays? Even here on Mars. They are. Formerly places my old friend, Top Cat, and his pals called home, they’ve been given the fad-on-a-stick treatment and prospered mightily.
I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I like my tuna bagels in a nice tea-room with delicate crockery and catnip on tap. I’ve done my time on the mean streets of the third and fourth rocks, and I like the friendly salons, heavens, I like Gertrude Stein and Alice B Toklas. What I really, really like is a bowl of plain ice-cream with a happy drizzle of genuine Canadian Maple Syrup, preferably served by Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in his very nice suit.
When I was a graduate student at Pranceton, I well remember the Snarkinpiffle brothers. They were an unfortunate mix of stumbling, bumbling, cat tail stomping dunderheads with genius level IQs. I have no sympathy whatsoever for Helen – she should know by now what my sainted mother, Mrs On Mars taught me, Never work with siblings and never work without tuna crisps.
Perhaps I’m a tad biased, but I’ve always said that our canine colleagues lack a little something, empathy wise. But then, nature will out, won’t it? And take-away is a treat any day of the week. That’s all.
While I sympathise with the peladophobics of the world, I’m not one to spend my time doing anything but grooming my luxurious fur coat. Fortunately, I am not now, nor was I ever, a doraphobe, nor an ichthyophobe – for someone of my species, that would be, well, unacceptable, also chilly, and hungry-making much. My gratitude knows no bounds.