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Exciting day at the vet's office. My dog is officially fat! And I'm adopting a pair of "orphan" parakeets. Which means I'll be spamming you with photos of every single pet sooner rather than later. This will bring us up to five birds and proves I do have a maternal instinct, although it's not stimulated at all by my own species.

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So we're watching S5 Buffy, and...fuck: more Riley. He's nice. He loves Buffy. He's stubborn and has a bit of a temper, but nothing relationship-damaging. He looks like Howdy Doody (with really nice arms), but that's not necessarily terrible. Still, I hate him. I feel bad about it, but I keep hoping he'll DIE, DIE, DIE. I know enough about the future of the show and upcoming relationships that I'm aware he will vacate the boyfriend position eventually, but it can't be soon enough for me. Riley is making me gleefully anticipate proof of the adage "nice guys finish last." Why does this character vex and annoy me so? Well, I do have some theories, but I'm resisting letting Riley take over my brain even temporarily. I resent his very existence. When Riley episodes were airing, did people mostly love or hate him? FWIW, Mr. Glove hates him, too.

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Life lesson: Pride goeth before a fall. Sprinkle hubris on top. And impatience...aaaaand a little more. Ignore for awhile, then serve cold.

I am of the opinion that more things should "goeth," rather than just "go." It's jauntier, somehow.

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*the title of a book by Randall Jarrell, which I read as a child and continue to hold onto as an example of perfection on a number of fronts

Date: 2004-02-09 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pun.livejournal.com
I do have a maternal instinct, although it's not stimulated at all by my own species.

Heh. I hear ya'. May I quote you?

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Date: 2004-02-09 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] velvetglove.livejournal.com
Why, yes, you may. Because animals? They cry out for my love. Humans? Not so much.

I have never been able to baby-talk to an actual baby. I find it profoundly embarrassing. Humiliating, even. For both me and the baby, actually.

But I have special songs I sing to my pets, and cutesy names and...god. I'll just save it all for a hideously saccharine pet post tomorrow after I pick up the new kids.

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