Not too long ago, I took a Facebook quiz that found my old lady name, which is apparently Eleanor. The bad news, though, is that it also told me something I already knew: I am destined to be a cat lady.
I posted the quiz result with a Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!-style NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! behind it.
I also renamed my FarmTown character "Catgirl."
And now, FarmVille came out with black cats. Given that I’m apparently fore-ordained to have 95 cats and talk to them as if they were people, I snapped up all the cats I could get in FarmVille, and I already have four. They look hungry.
Now, there’s got to be some sort of a benefit to being a crazy cat lady, besides keeping irritating people from visiting your house. The way I figure it, I can train my kitties as attack cats, who will relentlessly sniff and cuddle people who hate cats and bite people who love cats (except me, of course, since I will feed them).
That might make it worth it to be a crazy cat lady.
I play Farmtown, as I have had occasion to mention before, and I had gotten through planting an entire field of virtual pineapples by the time my brain finally kicked in.
(It’s a slow starter, okay?)
Wait a second, I thought. Pineapples grow on trees. … don’t they?
As it turns out, no. They don’t. Just as they are pictured on Farmtown, pineapples grow on, more or less, bushes. These can get fairly large (up to five feet), but that doesn’t mean they’re trees.
On the top, you can see the Farmtown pineapples, and on the bottom, in a Creative Commons-licensed photo © 2002 Jacob Rus, you can see actual pineapples.
I was rather impressed at how close Farmtown pineapple plants came to actual pineapple plants, and I’m looking forward to when they get ripe and I can see if they managed to keep them accurate. But yes, I learned something yesterday.
Pineapples don’t grow on trees.
Facebook’s Farmtown application is like customizable crack.
We were comparing our little virtual farms today, and I think we can see the difference between Julie and me fairly easily.
Here’s Julie’s farm.
Note how the layout mimics that of a real-life farm, including trees around the homestead serving as windbreaks, a path that leads to the animal pens and fenced-in areas for all the creatures.
Now look at my farm.
Potatoes as far as the eye can see, except a thin strip of grapes around one edge and a strip of trees along the other edge. Animals wandering all over the place with no pens at all, even though in reality this would result in some very dead chickens and bunnies and some very well-fed cats and dogs.
It’s meant to be more of an industrial operation. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
But which of us knows what a real farm looks like?
Clearly it’s a good thing that Julie is writing the Farm Bleat instead of me.