RTBTCKI The Fuzzy Brain Edition

[puppetmaker]

Vivid dreams last night mostly to do with going to conventions with Peter and Caroline. Most of the dreams were perfectly normal convention stuff with some really weird happenings that told me that it was a dream not a reality.

Got my list for today. Gonna start at the top and work my way down it.

Thinking about the ends of the season for several shows I watch. Most will be back next year but those that got canned left the whole thing on a good footing.

It shouldn’t amaze me how much what is said on the Internet influences what I see in entertainment. I think one of the pluses of the Internet is that fans of X can find other fans of X so X doesn’t every really “die” because people remember it. Between that and being able to buy TV shows so you can re-watch them, TV shows never really go away. In fact some are coming back due to the happenings on the Internet.

There is also a downside of all the complaining about what the creative teams did (or didn’t) do. Now the creators can chime in and add to the conversation. Not away the best thing to do. And there is a bunch of stuff they have to ignore especially all the complaining. Because if they do go the ways the fans want, the amount of complaining about that they pander to a small group of fans is twice as loud and vicious. Peter tends to stay away from conversations about stuff he is working on.

The other day I didn’t let the cats out before Caroline went to school. (We herd them into one room at night so we don’t end up with kitty mischief all over the house.) After I let them out, Fig went charging upstairs and started Meowing. I went up to see what she was up to and she was standing on her hind legs with her paws on Caroline’s doorknob. I said, “She’s not there Fig.” Fig looked at me and then went downstairs to the living room and went to the kitchen door and started meowing again. “She’s not there either.” I said. Fig looked at me again and went to the front screen door and looked outside for Caroline. She was not happy with me.

This morning I let the cats out and Fig bolted to Caroline and got her morning pets from Caroline. She hung close to Caroline until Caroline went to the bus. Now she is curled up on the cushion that Caroline was sitting on sound asleep. That cat is Caroline’s cat and she tolerates the rest of us.

We have good friends. I wanted to put that out there for the world.

I am grateful for the love and support we are being given.

Comments

[wookiemonster.livejournal.com]

Fig sounds like an awesome cat. Caroline is lucky to have her.

[puppetmaker40.livejournal.com]

She is indeed. She was the feral kitten we found during a Nor'eastern. Caroline spend the first weekend just spending time in the same room as Fig so they bonded.