Saturday: a very quiet day at home
Jul. 13th, 2019 03:17 pmOther than some very minor house cleaning (sheets, downstairs lav) and cooking (I made waffles for the first time in a while), it has been a very quiet day at home. T. is still at camp for another week, so no martial arts, Vics, etc. I really enjoyed sleeping in, so hard to say that I missed the usual routine.
Last night I watched episode one of Good Omens. It was bizarrely familiar, even tho I have not reread the book in decades. Love Francis Dormand as the voice of God. It is perfectly wrong to find myself staring at Aziraphale’s (ETA: What was I thinking! Crowley’s, obviously) jeans a little too much.
I started reading Elizabeth Marshall Thomas’ _The Social Lives of Dogs_, and I am really regretting it. She bought a shepherd, and then did not train it. Did not work it. Just. What. She goes for a walk in the woods with a dog that is really, really, really a hunting dog (her dad — the dog’s canine father — was such a hunting dog that when her dad had a bunny rabbit friend in the household, he taught the bunny to hunt squirrels with him), and then attributes the dog’s focus on staying with the human and paying attention to scat and spoor and so forth as being social.
Sure it is. Whatever. I am reasonably certain I have read and found annoying this particular author’s obtuseness before, but this may be the first time I blame New Hampshire for it, at least in part. Whatever.
ETA: Same dog, Pearl (mom was a chow, so Pearl barks a lot, dad was the aforementioned hunting dog), series of stories about Pearl and barking or not barking. “Pearl knew something of bears, although I’m not sure how. Bears would not have been around in Boulder”. What. OK, seriously, what. OF COURSE bears would have been around in Boulder you nincompoop. There are bears around in Boulder in 2019, and I doubt that whenever this occurred (before the 2000 pub date obviously), there has ever been a time when bears did not periodically wander the neighborhoods of Boulder making a nuisance of themselves and having to be tranked and relocated. I mean, come on.
ETAYA: https://yourboulder.com/boulder-bears/
Apparently, if you go back to the 60s, grizzlies were still around. And they do not bother with relocation anymore; they euthanize. My bad.
Yesterday, I read the rom com Mari Carr.
SPOILERS SERIOUSLY JUST LEAVE
OK, where was I. Oh, right. I was expecting a triad, because Carr has done triads in the Collins’ clan. And indeed, Asher, Owen and Fiona give it a triad a try (ha ha ha) because, at least in her family, that seems like the easy way to resolve the Which One Should I Pick problem.
Turns out, tho, that while Asher is every bit as het as he portrays himself as being, Owen not so much, and they both are really not the threesome type, which all of them pretty much knew. When Owen leaves the group to audition for a role, and Teddy unexpectedly quits Tindering hot young men in Baltimore to help him learn lines, they come back super happy and super uninterested in really anything else. Everyone proceeds to act like nothing is going on until after the show is done taping, working Asher and Fiona up into nice, tight little balls of anxiety (OK, Asher not being very little).
The ex, Brock, shows up in the bear costume and pops the question to Fiona as a Grand Gesture to get her back, which, obviously, fails. It is quite beautifully comic, however, in the way that it fails. Brock insults one of them, and a cascade of information flows out of Owen and Teddy, leaving Fiona and Asher slackjawed and free to bond blindly to each other without having to worry about Owen (or, presumably, Teddy, but no one was very worried about Teddy anyway).
Some pretty good laughs in this one. Also, only this author can tease a threesome and then have it turn out otherwise, and not leave the reader going, wah, too vanilla.
Last night I watched episode one of Good Omens. It was bizarrely familiar, even tho I have not reread the book in decades. Love Francis Dormand as the voice of God. It is perfectly wrong to find myself staring at Aziraphale’s (ETA: What was I thinking! Crowley’s, obviously) jeans a little too much.
I started reading Elizabeth Marshall Thomas’ _The Social Lives of Dogs_, and I am really regretting it. She bought a shepherd, and then did not train it. Did not work it. Just. What. She goes for a walk in the woods with a dog that is really, really, really a hunting dog (her dad — the dog’s canine father — was such a hunting dog that when her dad had a bunny rabbit friend in the household, he taught the bunny to hunt squirrels with him), and then attributes the dog’s focus on staying with the human and paying attention to scat and spoor and so forth as being social.
Sure it is. Whatever. I am reasonably certain I have read and found annoying this particular author’s obtuseness before, but this may be the first time I blame New Hampshire for it, at least in part. Whatever.
ETA: Same dog, Pearl (mom was a chow, so Pearl barks a lot, dad was the aforementioned hunting dog), series of stories about Pearl and barking or not barking. “Pearl knew something of bears, although I’m not sure how. Bears would not have been around in Boulder”. What. OK, seriously, what. OF COURSE bears would have been around in Boulder you nincompoop. There are bears around in Boulder in 2019, and I doubt that whenever this occurred (before the 2000 pub date obviously), there has ever been a time when bears did not periodically wander the neighborhoods of Boulder making a nuisance of themselves and having to be tranked and relocated. I mean, come on.
ETAYA: https://yourboulder.com/boulder-bears/
Apparently, if you go back to the 60s, grizzlies were still around. And they do not bother with relocation anymore; they euthanize. My bad.
Yesterday, I read the rom com Mari Carr.
SPOILERS SERIOUSLY JUST LEAVE
OK, where was I. Oh, right. I was expecting a triad, because Carr has done triads in the Collins’ clan. And indeed, Asher, Owen and Fiona give it a triad a try (ha ha ha) because, at least in her family, that seems like the easy way to resolve the Which One Should I Pick problem.
Turns out, tho, that while Asher is every bit as het as he portrays himself as being, Owen not so much, and they both are really not the threesome type, which all of them pretty much knew. When Owen leaves the group to audition for a role, and Teddy unexpectedly quits Tindering hot young men in Baltimore to help him learn lines, they come back super happy and super uninterested in really anything else. Everyone proceeds to act like nothing is going on until after the show is done taping, working Asher and Fiona up into nice, tight little balls of anxiety (OK, Asher not being very little).
The ex, Brock, shows up in the bear costume and pops the question to Fiona as a Grand Gesture to get her back, which, obviously, fails. It is quite beautifully comic, however, in the way that it fails. Brock insults one of them, and a cascade of information flows out of Owen and Teddy, leaving Fiona and Asher slackjawed and free to bond blindly to each other without having to worry about Owen (or, presumably, Teddy, but no one was very worried about Teddy anyway).
Some pretty good laughs in this one. Also, only this author can tease a threesome and then have it turn out otherwise, and not leave the reader going, wah, too vanilla.