I’ve been really frustrated with social media. The frustration probably has more to do with my own misaligned expectations than anything else. I don’t mean to sound like a broken record—I’ve brought this up in past blogs—but I keep hoping the system would do a better job connecting me with people who are into the same things. Instead, it seems to reward the kind of noise that algorithms love.

I made Mr. Feedbacks, our Director of Internal Affairs, to help point out my social media flaws. And maybe to make fun of a system that doesn’t quite work the way I expected.

Like it or not, he’s playing into a viral trend called voiceover commentary—where someone watches another person’s video and offers narration, often to mock them. And guess what? The algorithm noticed. Those videos got a 700% boost over my usual impression rate (that’s how many people see a post in their scroll).

It also invited a couple unwelcome comments. One person asked, “Who’s this idiot the cat’s making fun of?”
Well, the idiot, of course, is me.
And if you scroll to the other non-cat reels, you’d see I’m an artist trying to express something real through music—with a side of humor.
But the system replies: “Nah, just give me more cat videos making fun of the idiot.”

Sigh.

I’m conflicted. I made a batch of three of those reels a few weeks ago and scheduled them for Caturdays, spaced two weeks apart. Do I let the last one land? Or do I pull it? Are these videos blurring my artistic intention—or somehow heightening it?

The truth is, I never really wanted to be a front person. And let’s be honest—I’m not exactly what the algorithm wants: a middle-aged woman making music and poking fun at the system through weird videos. That’s not exactly what most people are clicking on. It sounds like someone to avoid at a party:

“Don’t talk to her. She only talks about AI, animated cats, Punky Brewster, and music.”

The insecurity, fear, and shame? Very real. But that’s also why this project matters to me. We should be able to talk about these things. Even if we only admit it through metaphorical sauce—like art, or talking cats, or, you know, blogs. 🤫

I love bringing something to an audience that holds meaning, especially when it gives me permission to play—by telling stories, building worlds, and creating songs. Look, it’s just a talking cat. Not some Gen-X woman complaining online. Please.

The cat will run its course. Maybe he even has a permanent place in the Pulse of Avalon universe (an idea I’m liking more and more). I’ll come up with other wacky ways to make my point. Just you wait.

So if you’re here for the music, the cat, the awkward reflections, or just to see what weird project I make next—thanks. I’m still figuring it out. But at least now, I’m doing it on purpose.