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Holiday Post
Dec. 29th, 2014 11:49 pmI vanished for a bit there, rather. I wish I could say that it was because I was busy, but the closest thing I've gotten to an accomplishment today is teaching my puppy how to fistbump, so...
Christmas went off rather well, in the end. My family are all out of the country at the moment, so we did family Christmas a week early. I get the feeling that some families have a tense time during the holidays because they don't really get on - that isn't the case in my family, we get on tremendously well for fifty weeks of the year, it's just that by those last two weeks we're all going: for the love of Christ, won't you just fuck off already? That's why we like to celebrate the holidays in four separate countries. By the time we all see each other again in the new year we'll be great friends again.
Although, on Christmas morning I was saying to someone that because we'd already done the present opening as a family all that was left was for me to go home and open the puppy's present. Which resulted in a blank look, and a sort of, "You got your dog a Christmas present?"
Well, of course I got the dog a Christmas present. To paraphrase that gifset that's being doing the rounds on tumblr, what's the point of having a dog if you're the sort of heartless monster who won't get it a Christmas present.
That, by the way, is the difference between being a person who just happens to have a dog and a being a Dog Person. It's like the difference between being a person who likes a show and being in the fandom.
(the puppy's present, by the way, was a £1 squeaky toy and a bag of puppy training treats; I'm not totally crazy.)
I was kindly invited out for Christmas dinner which led to something of a tizzy that afternoon when I realised that I don't own any nice been-invited-out-for-dinner clothes. At least when I worked in an office I could cobble together a semi-smart work outfit. Now, of course, I wear scrubs to work, and they don't really give the right impression at dinner. I don't even have any date clothes as most of my dates start something like: Um, I like football, and, ahem, you like football, so maybe we could, er, watch football together, sometime, maybe?
The closest I could come was a pair of reasonably unscuffed converse in a block colour (most of mine have cartoons on them, or are coming apart at the seams), wool trousers (the only non jean, non puppy chewed trousers I own), and a man's tuxedo shirt I had to buy when I rented some formalwear for a wedding. You know, I doubt I buttered many parsnips, but I felt pretty awesome; which was nice because I'm usually pretty down on my appearance. My sister, who's much prettier (what I say) just more confident, honest (what she says) says it's all about working out what your style is.
Aside from that I have largely been puppy wrangling. Freya (the puppy) is now four and a half months old and a goofy looking wee thing. Different bits of her are growing at different speeds. Today she has one ear longer than the other.
You know, I love the bones of the wee monster, and wouldn't give her up for veto power over who the next Doctor Who is, but I can understand why those puppies that fetch up on those pre-loved pets sites start from about 4/5 months old, because, jeepers, it is like having a second job. And I did amuse myself the other day by mentally writing her advert for pre-loved pets.
Four month old chocolate labrador bitch.
Bright and playful.
Oodles of personality.
Full set of teeth.
Free or best offer.
(I jest, mostly.)
I have also watched three seasons of Legend of Korra in a week. Not because I'd heard that Korra/Asami was the endgame pairing... no, I can't even type that with a straight face.
I'd watched The Last Airbender years ago, which I'd thought was brilliant in a sort of: well, that was lovely; I feel no need to rewatch or consume fanworks. But with Korra, I have fallen into a korrasami (I am making an exception to my ban on smushnames) shaped hole and I cannot get up.
Fic recs? Please? Anybody? Bueller?
Christmas went off rather well, in the end. My family are all out of the country at the moment, so we did family Christmas a week early. I get the feeling that some families have a tense time during the holidays because they don't really get on - that isn't the case in my family, we get on tremendously well for fifty weeks of the year, it's just that by those last two weeks we're all going: for the love of Christ, won't you just fuck off already? That's why we like to celebrate the holidays in four separate countries. By the time we all see each other again in the new year we'll be great friends again.
Although, on Christmas morning I was saying to someone that because we'd already done the present opening as a family all that was left was for me to go home and open the puppy's present. Which resulted in a blank look, and a sort of, "You got your dog a Christmas present?"
Well, of course I got the dog a Christmas present. To paraphrase that gifset that's being doing the rounds on tumblr, what's the point of having a dog if you're the sort of heartless monster who won't get it a Christmas present.
That, by the way, is the difference between being a person who just happens to have a dog and a being a Dog Person. It's like the difference between being a person who likes a show and being in the fandom.
(the puppy's present, by the way, was a £1 squeaky toy and a bag of puppy training treats; I'm not totally crazy.)
I was kindly invited out for Christmas dinner which led to something of a tizzy that afternoon when I realised that I don't own any nice been-invited-out-for-dinner clothes. At least when I worked in an office I could cobble together a semi-smart work outfit. Now, of course, I wear scrubs to work, and they don't really give the right impression at dinner. I don't even have any date clothes as most of my dates start something like: Um, I like football, and, ahem, you like football, so maybe we could, er, watch football together, sometime, maybe?
The closest I could come was a pair of reasonably unscuffed converse in a block colour (most of mine have cartoons on them, or are coming apart at the seams), wool trousers (the only non jean, non puppy chewed trousers I own), and a man's tuxedo shirt I had to buy when I rented some formalwear for a wedding. You know, I doubt I buttered many parsnips, but I felt pretty awesome; which was nice because I'm usually pretty down on my appearance. My sister, who's much prettier (what I say) just more confident, honest (what she says) says it's all about working out what your style is.
Aside from that I have largely been puppy wrangling. Freya (the puppy) is now four and a half months old and a goofy looking wee thing. Different bits of her are growing at different speeds. Today she has one ear longer than the other.
You know, I love the bones of the wee monster, and wouldn't give her up for veto power over who the next Doctor Who is, but I can understand why those puppies that fetch up on those pre-loved pets sites start from about 4/5 months old, because, jeepers, it is like having a second job. And I did amuse myself the other day by mentally writing her advert for pre-loved pets.
Four month old chocolate labrador bitch.
Bright and playful.
Oodles of personality.
Full set of teeth.
Free or best offer.
(I jest, mostly.)
I have also watched three seasons of Legend of Korra in a week. Not because I'd heard that Korra/Asami was the endgame pairing... no, I can't even type that with a straight face.
I'd watched The Last Airbender years ago, which I'd thought was brilliant in a sort of: well, that was lovely; I feel no need to rewatch or consume fanworks. But with Korra, I have fallen into a korrasami (I am making an exception to my ban on smushnames) shaped hole and I cannot get up.
Fic recs? Please? Anybody? Bueller?