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Our alliteration overloads continue on their quest for world domination. Yesterday Howard County hosted Beer n’ Bots:


And, beginning May 4th at the Mall in Columbia, it’s the Meerkat Meetup.



Stop searching, start connecting

Our mall is more than just a place to shop. It's a gathering place — a shared space where everyone can come together to share memorable experiences. Partnering with artist collective, Cracking Art, we’ve brought our community an awe-inspiring exhibition filled with vibrant meerkat sculptures made of regenerated plastic, sparking a community-wide conversation about caring for our environment and each other. Discover groups of meerkats standing in harmony, bringing a sense of wonder and togetherness throughout The Mall in Columbia. Join us for this one-of-a-kind experience.

I’m speechless. Well, almost. My first impression is that these meerkats look like giant incarnations of preschool math manipulatives. The second is that the lead-off - - stop searching, start connecting - - sounds like it could be for a new church or an online dating service. I’m very surprised that there’s no accompanying cocktail event called Meerkat Mingle.

Yet.

You’ll be happy to learn that the owner of Brown Puppy recognized his photo and made plans to come to Jimmie Cone and pick him up. It turns out his name is Brownie. I’m trying very hard not to think of hot fudge and vanilla ice cream.

The author of the tweet that prompted Tuesday’s post stopped by the comments section yesterday to lecture me and to identify himself, I guess. In so doing he provided first-hand evidence of what I find so terribly concerning. I think that’s all I need to say about that.

Speaking of proms, one reader reached out with this interesting tidbit. As a high school student in Owings Mills, both proms he attended were in Columbia: Turf Valley and the Sheraton. Go figure. This conversation devolved into brainstorming  a Creepy Dead Mall prom, which I think would be brilliant. But, alas, the dead mall in Owings Mills is no more and the Mall in Columbia is still alive and kicking. 

And soon to be overrun with meerkats.



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