Life, Crap, Etc.

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Bilal:  “Sigh!.. this is nice .. the costume situation could be better .. but, this is nice..”
Samia: “so, as cats, we NEVER shave our legs? .. how liberating!”
Zuleika: **coughs** .. “lousy fur-ball!”
Bilal: “I’m hungry .. let’s figure out the grub situation”
Samia: “I ain’t eatin’ no rats and rodents!”
Bilal: “don’t be silly .. we’ll head over to La Marche .. I’ll have chicken liver!”
Zuleika: “why is the neighbor’s dog eye-ing us? .. scram loser! .. we have FANGS!”

“To a degree, we outsourced to the people we share with the work of assembling who we are, as they are invited to sort through the data and see only the person they want to see, brushing past the details they deem irrelevant, scanning and responding just as rapidly as one sorts through an interminable list of Facebook updates. As we grow accustomed to sharing everything to everyone as a default, a new and unprecedented kind of public identity will begin to be fashioned for us: the garbage-dump self. We pile up the information about ourselves out in the open for everyone to see, and our followers, like the dustmen in Dickens’s Our Mutual Friend, scramble about the heap looking for useful bits among the dross.”