The cats, but only selectively. Whenever I go to the bathroom, for instance, one of them (he can open the bathroom door!) will wander in; or if I start furiously typing at my computer, one will leap right onto the keyboard and try to lay down across the keys; and if I should plop myself down on the couch with a stack of papers to grade, then -- AND ONLY THEN -- will either of them try to sit close to me, and it's always right on top of the papers. I swear, even if I were wearing a catnip necklace, I wouldn't be able to lure one of them close when I was idle and actually *wanted* a cat to sit with me.
2. When was something most recently injected into you?
Dead flu virus. I got the flu shot about a month ago, which is a tradition I've only recently (i.e., since last year) been participating in.
3. What were you most memorably the chair person of?
Depends on what you mean by "memorable." I recall with pride being the chair of the committee that put together the Interdisciplinary Studies program at the Bible College where I first taught, ca. 1990. Instead of continuing to require separate History, Literature, and Philosophy core courses, we decided to roll them into a single series of team-taught courses in the History of Ideas, and I oversaw and co-ordinated the thing. Interestingly, I might not have thought of it for this answer, except that I recently ran across the associated paperwork as part of my "sorting through the thirty years' worth of accumulated junk in my house" project. I'm not sure why the college had to file notice of a curriculum change like that with the state, but we did (possibly because our accreditation coincidentally came up for renewal that same year?), and I must say that, three decades on, I was rather impressed with what I assembled for them (not enough to *keep* the papers, however).
More recently, I was head of my Sherlock Holmes group for a year, during which time we happened to celebrate our 25th anniversary; I planned the associated festivities and produced a commemorative booklet of which I was proud. Oh, and this past June I organized a Sherlockian conference (the 11th in an annual series founded by the lady who preceded me in the chairmanship), and it went way better than I expected (it went well objectively, I think, but it felt even better in the light of my nervously low expectations).
4. When did you last gamble on a decision, and what was at stake?
I don't do much metaphorical gambling, so it's quite possible that the last time was when I got married. Everything was at stake, but it seemed like a sure thing. However, in the end, I lost.
5. Where will you be heading this weekend?
To a luncheon in Washington, D.C., where I will sing one of my Sherlockian parody songs. I'm kinda psyched.
PS: Don't you think your navel is a scar?
Not really, no. Okay, I guess it kind of is one, but even when forcing myself to think in those terms, I can't really get comfortable with the notion.