The Tricks of Art and the Art of Tricks

I realised this morning that it is along time since I saw a dog chase a car.  I came up with some possible reasons for this: I don’t actually spend a lot of time sitting on a porch watching cars drive by (if I don’t see it does it happen anyway - you know the tree falling in the forest that no one hears thing);  The car-chasing gene has been eliminated by selective breeding; Dogs are more secretive about their car-chasing and do it when no one is watching; Cars no longer have a taste or smell that is attractive to dogs; Dogs realised there was no point - they caught a few cars and didn’t know what to do with them.  I dunno.  Feel free to posit your solution in a comment.

This observation inevitably leads one to thinking about the word “catch”.  Think about these sentences using the word “catch”: The dog is trying to catch a hairy nosed wombat. The dog is trying to catch a bus. The boy tried to catch a conestoga. The man is trying to catch a horse.  The woman is running to catch a plane.  Silly eh?

Incidentally, I have noticed that just about every day for the last month I have received a notice from WordPress of a new user registration on this blog. I have no idea what this means. But I can’t help getting the same presentiment of impending doom I get when I am eating an apple and find I have eaten half the sticky label that someone has helpfully put there to tell me what kind of apple I am eating.   And many of these new users have gmail or .ru addresses. The .ru signals a Russian host.  Ivan the Bear, my friend.

I read something on a web page somewhere suggesting these new registrants are not really people but “bots”.  And bots are to be shunned, if possible.  I somehow feel like a rabbit caught in the headlamps of a rapidly approaching semi-trailer.  Rather, I feel like I imagine the rabbit feels.  Maybe rabbits just think “Ooooh! Pretty lights! Must wait and see what happe..” SPLAT!

Should I be really worried or would mere paranoia suffice?