What is it about people who never remember that they've met you? There's an individual in our neighbourhood, a fellow who "runs a small community site" (his words -- my words would include the fact that this individual's site has been nominated for a webby a couple of years running), to whom I've been introduced a number of times. Each time is like the first time as I haven't seemed to make an indelible impression. It's not like I could forget him as this gentlemen has remarked upon numerous occasions that my dogs resemble rats. You might guess that if Tigger were to lift his leg against the trousers of said person, I wouldn't be so hasty as to stop him from a small sprinkle. Last Saturday while standing in line at Reverie, let's call him Mister X, standing behind me, began to chuckle at a certain tattoo that adorns my shoulder. We chitchatted briefly and then he introduced himself (again). I was too stunned to remind Mister X of his rat humour past and stood there while he blithered on about nothing. He then engaged the woman behind the counter and myself in judgement of the stylishness of his Hawaiian shirt. It was a rather beige affair with a cluttered pattern and no charm whatsoever. My response? "It's lovely." Powazek: Imageless Text ads are now available again at the Mirror Project.