speaking of slash...

Or not. But I was reminded. Wild Things was on VH1 a while back, and I watched it. And was shocked and amazed. Everyone sleeps with everyone else. It's basically, Slash 101. Highly amusing.

Finally caved. My heater is on now. Sigh. Oh well, there goes the electric bill.

Went over to Tap's. Watched much Jossness. First several S2 Buffys, then four episodes of Firefly. Kossie! I have seen Jaynestown! Was highly amused. River and Mal are chattering in my brain, with the Morning After bit already half-written. Sigh.

Kaylee is like a puppy. Always happy, except when bapped. But give her time, and she's all happy again.

Also saw the flashbacky out-of-time one. Mmm. Time twistedness. I LOVE it. Liked the ep, too. all the crew flashbacks were cute. Loved and adored Kaylee's, even if I'm now slightly scarred...

Inara/Mal is beginning to grow on me. I mean. Dude. Such sparks... But I must resist, because, because.... Kossie wants me to?

Currently re-working some of Random Orcs. The Osgiliath bits were a bit off (not just because of the movie, mind). So I'm expanding. More words is a good thing. Now if I could just fill in the other sequences. Sigh. And edit out the sex. Doublesigh.

Marti Noxon, btw, is terribly boring as a commentary person. She's... ugh. Not Joss, for one thing. Greenwalt isn't much better, but I can forgive him. Probably.

I should go to bed soon.

Have I mentioned I dislike sports?

So. My nephew's birthday party was tonight. Because of that, I couldn't go see Shai this weekend.

I spent the entire party wishing I hadn't bothered. They watched football. And more football. And talked about football. And watched more football. Every fucking tv in the house was on to the same fucking channel so they could watch the fucking football game.

Driving home was amusing. No cops, and I made a 15 minute trip in 10 minutes. Yay.

But I can't handle this stupidity. My relatives--rather, my brother and his in-laws and friends--would rather watch a football game than their nephew/child/whatever. They love a sport more than a child.

Amusing, in the end. I hope he grows up to be a serial killer.

I guess they just come from a different strata then I do. One where life really isn't as important as status and knowing who won what game.

The same goes for the people at the PC. They don't give a shit about me. Are they supposed to? I guess not. After all, I'm just an employee. The person who lets them in, takes their mail and packages and always, always, always, has to smile at them and be polite. When what I really want to do is tell them to fuck off.

I never want children. Ever.

Totally out of the blue, but there it is.

One thing I'm saddened about, with leaving the party, is that I left my mother. And she looked so unhappy and uncomfortable. If I could have just gotten near her, I probably could have brought her home with me. But, then, she would have hated my driving.

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hrm. Note to self for future reference: Ten shots of raspberry schnapps, with two shots of irish cream will see the room start acting spatially odd. I'm not sure yet what shots eleven and twelve do. It should be interesting.

At least it keeps up from going back to Gabe's. This is good.

Probably.

I think, in the future, I won't bother to go. Since the goal of their parties seems to be to watch sports games, which I have not a single interest in, there's no reason for me to be there.

Granted, I got pizza, but I don't need a fucking family gathering to give me pizza. I'm just fine on getting that myself.

Hrm. Gally isn't too far off. Good. And I go to Shai's next weekend. Yay.

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So. Since it got eaten.

Note to self: Ten shots of 30 proof, plus 2 shots of 34 proof are enough to make the room go spinning.

2 more shots don't seem to do much. I won't know yet. I don't think.

Also: Stop going to family gatherings. If you want to watch fucking sports games, you can do it at home just as easily.