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Today feels like it will be a win day. Mostly because it will be short, then back to bed and sleep until work tonight! Yaaaay!
I think. ^^
Yesterday afternoon was delightful, with much of the running with the children and the eating of bbqs and the family time. I love having small siblings who delight at seeing me and whose only requirement from me is that I periodically throw them high into the air.
Of course, then lots of other children wanted to join in the game, and since the game basically involves running and chasing and throwing to the ground and tickling viciously, I always worry about what their parents will feel. Disturbingly, it mostly seems to be relief.
It is particularly ironic that the children flock to me when my basic stance on Little People is disinterest, with an option for frustrated loathing where necessary. And yet it is not only the running-catching game, but also the help-me-up/down-the-climbing-frame game, even when I make them say their pleases and thankyous, and the she-stole-my-pony adjudication, and the I-need-a-hug comforting. It is highly frustrating, and highly bizarre. I am not a children person. I like my children, because they are family, and they adore me, and they fear me, and they are mine. I rule them with an iron fist and they do absolutely everything they're told, and we love each other. I do not know how to deal with these raiding parties for affection.
So mostly I dispense whatever justice I see fit, and then ignore them.
They seem to accept that.
Today I am going out for lunch, though I know not yet where. It's an adventure! Wheeee! And we've (almost) confirmed LB as coming up in January, which bizarrely fills me with happy giggles. ^^ I have no plans for this get-together.
But I'm sure something will present itself.
Right?
And in final news I've finished up NCIS Season 4, of which I have ... mixed feelings. The ending was not really ... a big ending. Which is fine. After all, a big ending in the sense of Season 2 & 3 would be almost too emotionally draining. But for something that was sold as the 'Season of Secrets'? I would have expected a few more reveals or resolutions than just the obvious ones, and a little more furthering of plot than cramming in vague allusions into the last two episodes. Especially if what I've been spoiled for the fifth Season actually happens...
Nonetheless, there were some fun times in there. And I still absolutely adore Palmer. And I'm loving Gibbs ( Spoilers. )
And now to shower, and lunch! Huzzah!
This is an amazing song, both lyrically and musically. It's perfectly crafted so that the emphasised lines feel like a punch in the gut, and it's been buzzing around my head and on my playlist for days, if not weeks. And entertainingly, it keeps bringing me flashes of Sebastian in Brideshead Revisited. Fun times for all.
I think. ^^
Yesterday afternoon was delightful, with much of the running with the children and the eating of bbqs and the family time. I love having small siblings who delight at seeing me and whose only requirement from me is that I periodically throw them high into the air.
Of course, then lots of other children wanted to join in the game, and since the game basically involves running and chasing and throwing to the ground and tickling viciously, I always worry about what their parents will feel. Disturbingly, it mostly seems to be relief.
It is particularly ironic that the children flock to me when my basic stance on Little People is disinterest, with an option for frustrated loathing where necessary. And yet it is not only the running-catching game, but also the help-me-up/down-the-climbing-frame game, even when I make them say their pleases and thankyous, and the she-stole-my-pony adjudication, and the I-need-a-hug comforting. It is highly frustrating, and highly bizarre. I am not a children person. I like my children, because they are family, and they adore me, and they fear me, and they are mine. I rule them with an iron fist and they do absolutely everything they're told, and we love each other. I do not know how to deal with these raiding parties for affection.
So mostly I dispense whatever justice I see fit, and then ignore them.
They seem to accept that.
Today I am going out for lunch, though I know not yet where. It's an adventure! Wheeee! And we've (almost) confirmed LB as coming up in January, which bizarrely fills me with happy giggles. ^^ I have no plans for this get-together.
But I'm sure something will present itself.
Right?
And in final news I've finished up NCIS Season 4, of which I have ... mixed feelings. The ending was not really ... a big ending. Which is fine. After all, a big ending in the sense of Season 2 & 3 would be almost too emotionally draining. But for something that was sold as the 'Season of Secrets'? I would have expected a few more reveals or resolutions than just the obvious ones, and a little more furthering of plot than cramming in vague allusions into the last two episodes. Especially if what I've been spoiled for the fifth Season actually happens...
Nonetheless, there were some fun times in there. And I still absolutely adore Palmer. And I'm loving Gibbs ( Spoilers. )
And now to shower, and lunch! Huzzah!
This is an amazing song, both lyrically and musically. It's perfectly crafted so that the emphasised lines feel like a punch in the gut, and it's been buzzing around my head and on my playlist for days, if not weeks. And entertainingly, it keeps bringing me flashes of Sebastian in Brideshead Revisited. Fun times for all.
