Владимир - who says he ain't adorable?!?!

that's slavic for my third cat's name, the first and second being munich and bjork respectively (german names i believe) :)

i have prided myself of being spontaneous and glib and witty (a conditioned frame of mind, thanks to angel; remember the lil guy from the 'work attitude and personal effectiveness seminar?) but i was proved wrong. apparently, i needed a refresher on the course as i seem to have lost 'it'. not that i have morphed into a complete moron. well i might have, occasionally. but i must say that this occurence is not rife if not exclusive. restricted, that is, to that slavic cat which peacock strut is difficult to take no notice of.

i get rarely intimidated but when i do, i'm a goner and i so hate the feeling. it has renderred me hypotensive on one rare occasion (that was when i was tasked to do a boardwork problem in thermodynamics which went off to a real bad start) that necessitated a three-day hospitalization. but i'd say that nothing could be more pathetic and embarrassing than to be renderred incapable of simple speech for any reason fit to be divulged.

i am certain Maureen McGovern can identify with this sentiment.

heck, somebody save me from slavic cats.