I’m nostalgic for the old, early 1990s Internet. Dial-up, you got on and downloaded your e-mail real quick to read and respond to later. And there were mailing lists, remember? I loved the Knitlist. It was my first exposure to celebrity knitters and spinners and knitwear designers. It is how I leaned to knit socks – no pictures, just instructions! I still remember the names of some of the regulars. Every year at Christmas, someone would wish everyone Merry Christmas, and the Christmas celebrators and non-Christmas celebrators would get in a fight. Continue reading “Tumblr is weird, like the Internet used to be”
I just sobbed over a blog post someone wrote last July.
I guess many people in the blogging world know about Abbie the Cat. Abbie started blogging years ago when blogging was a new thing, and all it was were the daily thoughts of a much-loved and rather self-involved house cat. “He” as in his guy, writing in the voice of the cat, shared funny, short anecdotes about things cats do and think, his interaction with the other cat in the house, and with his guy. The “about” message says: “Hi my name is Abbie and I am a cat and I am writing all about me and the other cat and the people in this place.”
I stumbled across the blog, Abbie the Cat has a Posse, back when my kids were little, and I was a stay-at-home mom. It was 2001.
The posts were usually short. There were no pictures. But it continued for years and years, written as a cat, with cat sentence structure, cat punctuation and cat capitalization.
This is Abbie’s entry from May 9, 2001:
vblogger was down last night so I could not report in
hopefully it is up and running well now. I have had no complaints as of yet with the connection
and nothing too special to report.
I guess one’s fifth year of existence starts off slowly
we’ve been keeping the sliding door open more often since it is warm
I have been told in no uncertain terms to not rip the screen down and i Swear I have been behaving and following these orders but sometimes a bug flies close to the screen and I cannot tell if the bug is on my side of the screen or the outside of the screen so I have to check just for the sake of accuracy and faiurness in reporting
I hope you understand.
fights this week won by me: 7
fights this week won by the other cat: 0
fights this week the other cat thinks she won but I did instead: 2
Over the years, I read Abbie’s blog and laughed, and marveled that it never stopped coming. Through years and life events, and world events, elections and wars, and kids growing up, every so often I would remember Abbie and go back and find his blog and read and smile.
Once after a long absence, I went back to find what Abbie had been up to, I learned that the other cat in the house, and sometime contributor to the blog, Martha (who lived a double life as a pirate in her cat imagination) had died. Abbie’s simple description of her illness and passing was one of the most moving things I ever read. And I cried. And I sent the link to friends, who also cried.
I’ve gone back to read Abbie after computer crashes and losses of bookmarks and kids going off to college, and major life changes, and I thought it was astonishing that he was still blogging.
But today, when I happened to think of Abbie, and looked up his blog, I found a post written by his guy, Rob, last July 22. It described in the most loving way, Abbie’s illness and his last day. Abbie died on July 23.
He was 16 years old. His blog spanned 12 years. I don’t know where he lived, or his guy’s last name. But he made me laugh and cry, and think about the simplicity of life and love.
Rest well, Abbie. And thank you, Rob.
I’m a book person who loves movies. I can count on the fingers of one hand the movie adaptations that I thought did justice to the book. Gregory Peck was awesome in To Kill a Mockingbird, but even he couldn’t make me feel the subtle menace in the air of that fall evening when Scout and Jem headed home from the school play, or the tension of that sweltering packed courtroom, the way Harper Lee’s words could.
I love movies, but they break my heart all the time. And it happens most often when I really, really loved a book. I loved The Lovely Bones so much that I couldn’t see the movie. I watched Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close with great fear that it would ruin a wonderful book. (It didn’t.)
If I enjoy a book so much that I send copies to friends, and insist that my sons read it, and read parts out loud to my poor, long-suffering husband, then it is almost a certainty that the movie will ruin it for me.
I adored John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars. It was the best book I read last year. I know I’m supposed to be too old to enjoy young adult novels, but this one was just SO good. I laughed much more than I cried. The teenagers were like kids I know, except for their unusual circumstances. They talked the way I imagine my sons and their friends talk when we smothering parents aren’t around. I fell in love with them.
I clicked on the movie trailer with great trepidation. I had Hazel and Gus in my head, and they didn’t want to be disturbed. But the casting of Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort looks right. Laura Dern is Hazel’s mother (a character I also adored in the book.)
I implore you, if you ever read at all, read this book before you see the movie. The trailer is good – it’s wonderful – and I will see the movie. But the book is perfect. Read it.
Edited on February 1, 2014 to add:
I felt so judged by this woman’s opinion on Twitter. I know she didn’t read my post, but still.
I don’t think it is my fault if someone casts a horrible actor in a movie adaptation of a book I loved. I’ll still love the book, but the vision I had of the character in my head will forever be that person and it’s hard to go back and make it not be. If a movie adaptation completely changes the plot (I’m looking at you, Gillian Flynn) then I might like it or I might not.
Thanks to a couple of really good meta posts this month, I started to contemplate exactly what it is the writers are doing with the characters of my favorite show. I was one of those who defaulted to the position that maybe the writers didn’t know and love Sam and Dean the way I did, and, you know, HOW can they make them do things that are so BAD??? But some very thoughtful writers made me think about it a different way. Continue reading “TV Meta: Supernatural and character flaws through 9.09”
We finished season two of Game of Thrones. Wow. It should be overwhelming. So many characters, so many settings, so many scenes. But it isn’t. I can’t even begin to go into a discussion or analysis, I’m still absorbing. And trying to figure out a way to get HBO so we can see season three.
I watched the first episode of Top of the Lake. It’s very strange, and has that quiet, foreign atmosphere and pacing that American crime drama rarely has. Elisabeth Moss is very good in the role of Robin. I read that Anna Paquin was offered the role, and I have not seen her in anything lately, but I think Moss’ quiet, pensive demeanor is perfect. In a single episode, she comes across as both strong and capable with the male detectives, compassionate with the young rape victim, and baffled and weighed down by her demanding ill mother. And Holly Hunter…WHAT??? So strange. I will be watching the rest of this. I’m completely unspoiled, having read no reviews, so please don’t spoil me. 🙂
Justified returns with season 5 on January 7, so my son and I will be re-watching season 4 in the next few days. I watched it when it aired, but he has not seen it at all. As I recall, it was not as strong as previous seasons, but maybe my opinion will change upon re-watching.
Supernatural season 9 picks up again on January 14. I’ll be writing about Supernatural in a separate post, coming soon.
Which TV shows did you start watching in 2013?
Game of Thrones (actively watching 3-4 episodes a day now – I’m mid-season 2)
House of Cards
Torchwood (I’m on hiatus from this, but plan to go back and finish)
American Horror Story (season 1 only)
Edited to add: OMG, how could I forget Sherlock????? Continue reading “End of the year TV meme: 2013”
Well, that was painful.
Look, I know Supernatural is not trying to be the most self-aware, progressive show on the air. It’s about two handsome white guys heroically fighting monsters and demons and all things supernatural all over the US, roaring around in their gas-guzzling classic muscle car and listening to classic rock while swathed in denim and plaid. There are lots of guns and bullets. There is punching (sometimes of each other.) There is porn. The sex is of the casual, one-night-stand variety, usually.
The women in the show are, if not the monster, usually superficial side characters who are damsels to be saved, victims who are burned or eaten by the monster, brief motherly figures, fawning fangirls or daffy cat lady witnesses relating what they saw for comic relief.
There are occasional egregious wardrobe choices for the women, like the lovely young female hunter a couple of episodes ago in daisy dukes and a short shirt, while the men are swathed in five shirts each, plus a jacket.
But yes, I still watch. I am able to ignore most of the yucky treatment of women because the two main characters are compelling and the show is often a good creepy, gory hour of escapist television. Continue reading “Supernatural, episode 9.08. Not cool.”
Usually I don’t read spoilers about Supernatural. But I have been seeing reactions from some of my fellow Sam fans that piqued my curiosity and broke my resolve to remain unspoiled. So I looked at a couple of reliable spoiler sources, and I have to say that I am not that upset based on what I am reading. Continue reading “Supernatural: SPOILER DISCUSSION (Don’t read if you don’t want to be spoiled!)”
There was a lot I liked about this episode, but overall, it left me feeling disgruntled and with a frowny face. Continue reading “Supernatural 9.02: “Devil May Care””
After eight seasons, the thing Supernatural does best is build on the consistent characterization of the two brothers. It is what keeps me watching.
Dean did a very bad thing. He allowed Sam to be possessed, actually tricked him into accepting Ezekiel, when he knew Sam would never do it if he knew the whole story. That’s bad. It’s really, really awful considering Sam’s past experience with angel possession. But is it out of character for Dean to do this? I don’t think so.