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And it’s on Thursday night too, that’s perfect.

I just woke up from a “TV dream” nap. I’m sure plenty of people have them – basically, you wind up in the middle of some fictional universe interacting with the characters there. Personally, as much as you think Mr. Episode Guide Guy would love being in the thick of things, I always find these distressing and disappointing on a certain level. I never wind up in a really good story (damn you, writers’ strike!), and when I wake up, honestly, I feel like someone else’s imagination has breached mine, and more importantly, some barrier has broken down in my mind, even temporarily, between fantasy and reality, and on some certain inner level I find that deeply offensive. (Man, do I sound like I’ve got a massive stick up my ass or what?) Fortunately, I rarely have these, so I don’t go around letting my subconscious offend me a whole lot. 😆 And the handful of times in a given year that I do have these dreams, I usually wind up making sarcastic comments about it in the dream, like there’s a part of me actively working to deny the reality of the obviously fictional situation. And here I bet you people thought I spend a lot of time in the TARDIS.

Fictional elements or no, I’m sure trained psychologists would have a field day with this one. Because strip out the mondo bizarro fictional instrusion that basically makes up the last 1/10 of the dream, and it’s a dream about feeding Evan a bottle. (My fertile imagination just reaches for the bloody stars, doesn’t it? 😆 ) But the really fun part is right at the end when Benjamin Linus pops around the corner of my room.

Obviously I didn’t stick around for freakin’ Eli Stone.… Read more

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Delicious cheese and fine whines

The weather tonight is totally bizarre – we’re under a tornado watch now, with plenty of bad stuff headed this way, and we’re under a winter storm watch at the same time, because after the storms blast through and rip off everyone’s roof, the temperature’s going to drop like a rock and it’ll start snowing. If there’s ever a time I’m glad to not still be working in TV, this is it – this is kind of like the Perfect Storm for broadcast purposes: a 24-48 hour period where directors, weather talent, camera crew, etc. will be stuck at the station. I can think of much better ways to spend my Sunday night, thanks, like holding Evan’s hand until he falls asleep. It’s good to be daddy. And speaking of that… … Read more

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And the winner is…

Jar Jar BinksThe winner of the Really Bad Visual Pun post yesterday is…well, there are two winners, since I posted it here and on MySpace. The blawg winner was Ubik, while the MySpace winner was Kati (as I said in the comments over there, dudes, you guys just got beat by a girl on a Star Wars gag. C’mon!). The answer, of course, was “Jar Jar Binks”. (Actually, even that’s a bit of a cheat – there’s only one jar of binks, but I just turned it around 180 degrees, moved it over a bit, and glued the two photos together.) Stay tuned for even more cheesy-ass puns constructed out of ordinary household items. (Or, as Ubik pointed out, cheesy items in my household. Not everyone’s got a jar o’ binkies sitting around. But they should.)

There’s been much speculation in the comments sections that the result of Obi’s odyssey will be a crop of mini-Obis running around in mere months. If that happens, I’ve got a pretty steep vet bill from about a year ago to dispute, ’cause somethin’ obviously didn’t work. 😆 I’m just glad the big furry doofus is back among us. He’s seemed kinda subdued and maybe even a bit sad since he got home, though part of that may be that since he rejoined the general cat populace, Olivia and Othello spent 24 hours (at least) hissing at him because he came home smelling kinda funky. Olivia has stopped growling at him and plays with him again, but Othello is still giving Obi the cold shoulder. The real litmus test was when Obi jumped on the changing table while I was putting a new diaper on Evan. Evan has been rolling up on his sides, almost to the point of rolling over on his belly, pretty regularly, so Obi was a little surprised when Evan rolled up on one side and grabbed his cat. I think that’s the welcome home he was expecting. Not even the smell of a visit from Captain Pooty Pants can keep Obi away from his person. (Captain Pooty Pants raises such a stink these days that I think he’s angling for a promotion to Rear Admiral…)

The thought occurs, having very recently spent a lot of time out in my horrendously overgrown pasture looking for the great grey hunter, and coming back to the house with thorns and stickers stuck to me and LOST a lot of weight - get it? Ha! It's funny!through me, that something needs to be done with the pasture. Tactical nukes spring immediately to mind, but maybe just bulldozing the damn thing might be more realistic – pave the whole thing over, turn it into a giant solar panel, with big windmills at one end and a couple of greenhouses for growing food. What a sight that would be. But as ridiculous as it sounds, it’d be a damn sight better than the Absolutely Nothing that we’re doing with 3+ acres right now. It’s such a jungle out there that I half expect the Smoke Monster to pop out from behind the barn or something. Hey, there’s an idea. I could cut those guys such a better deal than Hawaii could.… Read more

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Obi update

Nothing yet. I went outside last night on the hour, every hour until midnight, despite a wicked windstorm that’s been going on for about 24 hours, and called to Obi; no luck yet. Couldn’t find him by daylight either. I may post some signs around the area today, but I’m beginning to lose hope. The heavy wind is continuing, and it’s going to get seriously cold tonight. With no way to defend himself, I give him maybe 24 more hours out there. I’m beginning to hope that he’s charmed his way into someone else’s home, even if that means he never comes back to us.… Read more

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Oberon, come home!

Well, the little doofus has gone and done it this time. Tonight when I opened the back door to feed Xena, Oberon flew out the door like he’d been shot out of the kitten cannon. He headed straight for the pasture and disappeared into some very thick underbrush (after gleefully scattering a nest of rabbits with me chasing after him). I literally couldn’t get any further to follow him – about halfway down my pasture land, the brush turns into dead sticker bushes taller than I am. I couldn’t even see him anymore.

I’ve been outside calling for him, I’ve turned on all the porch & deck lights, and I’ve gone out to look for him again, but it may just be the Oberon has decided to leave us for good this time. It breaks my heart, but if it has to happen, better that it happens now when Obi’s person is five months old instead of five years old and just completely breaking the kid’s heart into little pieces. I’m just worried about the cat on general principle – we’ve gotten him his shots, fairly recently too, but he’s declawed on the front and he’s just…so…stupid. I hope he survives the night if he doesn’t come back soon.

Oberon outside

Olivia is moping at the back door, looking out for him, and not budging an inch. You want to know whose heart is really broken? That’d be hers.

Come home soon, you big furry moron. I miss you. We’ve gotta have a talk about open doors. 🙁 … Read more