Is anyone out there still watching Brothers & Sisters? Because I still am, actually, and while I do enjoy it, I’ve gotta say:
1. Please, would someone put Scotty out of his misery? All he does is sit around and look concerned, say sweet and supportive things to Kevin The Neurotic, and try his best to not actually, y’know, TOUCH The Neurotic One. Seriously, have you ever in your entire life seen two people with less chemistry than those two? If I have to suffer through one more dry close-lipped kiss between those two, I’m going to hurt someone. NORA AND SAUL have more chemistry than Scotty and Kevin.
(Okay, that was gross.)
2. Dear Writers of Brothers & Sisters: If you’re going to demand that we sit through a two-hour “movie event” version of the show, please for the fucking love of god, make it so that at the end, we’ve gained some sort of fucking knowledge that we might not have gotten from a regular one-hour show. Fucking “Narrow Lake” is turning into an albatross. I give you three more episodes to figure that fucking horseshit out, and then I’m going to drown the entire fucking cast in the nearest body of water.
3. What the fuck, Rob Lowe? You’re practically nothing but a glorified extra. You’re far too pretty to swan in, look mildly concerned, and then swan back out.
4. The Walkers? Too goddamn close. This family needs to put some motherfucking distance in. When Kevin was all “Weep weep weep accidentally did something 25 years ago that I didn’t know I did, weep weep weep”, and Kitty was all up in his shit hugging him with love and concern, I was like “Hi, how about his HUSBAND, sitting over there looking uncomfortable? You wanna maybe make some room, Kitty, and let the LOVE OF HIS LIFE in for a hug and a dry kiss?”, and then when Kitty announced her test results when they were all celebrating the good news that happened during the “special movie event” (I’m trying not to spoil it for you people who haven’t watched it yet), and Kitty was all teary-eyed, and then “Oh, let me subvert your attention while I announce my much more important news because it’s allllllllways about Kitty in MY world!”, and Rob Lowe was sitting at the table looking vaguely concerned, and she told the news, and everyone got up to hug her, how about you people make way for HER FUCKING HUSBAND? I mean, not that he was getting up to hug her (what the fuck, Robert?) or anything, he was too busy making the transition from vaguely concerned to vaguely relieved, but still.
Okay, happy searchers, here’s the information you’re desperately searching for, which is repeated from my entry on April 5th:
Fred’s company and their largest customer have parted ways – and as a result, Fred is looking for a job.
That’s it, that’s all there is, I’m sorry there’s no drama to share. Fred is looking for a job.
He’s sent out a large number of resumes, has been on an interview, and during this time off has boned up on C++, which took him about two days because he’s a smart motherfucker. Now we just wait for the right opportunity to come along and a job to be offered, and in the meantime he’s got the garden planted and has mowed the lawn fifteen times.
I thought he might drive me crazy, with the always being present in MY HOUSE, but it’s been fine. I refuse to allow him in the kitchen when I’m cooking dinner, but that’s not really an unemployment issue. It’s more an issue with him always thinking he’s got a better way to get something done, and I don’t much cotton to being told a “better” way to do my shit, thank you. If he’s got a better way to make dinner, then by all means – perhaps he should take over the making of the dinner.
Fucker.
It’s only been two and a half weeks that he’s been seriously looking for a job, and as smart as he is and as good as he is at what he does, I have no doubt that he’ll find himself employed soon enough.
Someone asked yesterday if Maura was going to become a permanent resident. The short answer: no. The slightly longer answer: once she’s cleared by the vet and has had the last of her vaccinations, she’ll be going to the adoption center. The long answer: we have 11 cats, 2 dogs, and a large number of chickens. Fred is unemployed at the moment. We are not adding another mouth to feed to the family, are ya CRAZY?
She’s a sweet girl, completely laid-back, and good with other cats (as far as we can tell from her reaction to Jake entering her room for the last two nights) – I have no doubt someone will fall in love with her.
Sweet Corbett.
Rhyme hugging my arm with his front paws while kicking my arm with his back legs, and Reacher looking on.
Corbett and Bolitar pulled that cat bed off the bottom shelf of the coffee table and cuddled up for a nap. In the background, Jake is curled up on the cat bed he pulled down from the table under the window. None of the cat beds stay where I put them, is what I’m saying.
::thlurrrp::
Reacher. Isn’t it amazing how quickly they go from little round roly-poly babies to long and lanky kittens?
Corbett, Bolitar (in the back), Reacher, and Rhyme cuddle up for bedtime.
Almost five years old, and Tommy and Sugarbutt still snuggle up for a nap. I LOVE that!
Of course, they don’t fit quite as well in one cat bed as they used to…
Tommy and Sugarbutt, October 2005.
Previously
2009: Scenes from around Crooked Acres.
2008: It just looked like a great big blob of tumor, is what it looked like.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “Light” my ass!
2004: An odd duck, that one.
2003: Unfortunately, he lived.
2002: 10 Things I Learned Last Week
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.