Recently, in fact this past weekend, when a family member begged me not to post something, certain undeniable parallels became obvious to me between the way my uncle the Peasant terrorized us 30 years ago with his hidden tape recorders and bugged telephone calls and candid photography, and the way this world famous weblog Feral Living has come to loom large and dark in the psyches of my family.

So I will be posting a lot less personal stuff about daily life in our household, for a while, until they grow complacent and unwary. Mwahaha.

Blech, this coffee is cold. So brace yourself for a week or so of cat antics, what-Miguel-had-for-breakfast (bread, butter and honey this morning, and coffee of course) and childhood recollections, as well as cravenly self-promoting meta-blogging along the lines of:

go take the 100% Miguel test, which has enjoyed a renaissance of late thanks to recent mention at acerbia and mizdos, among others. And if you post your results, be sure and tell me so I can add your link to the growing list of participants!

And finally, posts trying to get flame wars started, ideally between small European countries, along the lines of:

“Belgian [Swedish] dogs are better than Dutch [Danish] cats, say the Belgians [Swedes].”