Seperis (seperis) wrote,

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birthday things and narcissus in chains

*hugs to everyone* Thanks so much for the birthday wishes and Bethy for the purse that everyone keeps asking me, where did you get that, and veredus for the Very Hot QaF that she *is* going to post, if I have to stalk her down and *make* her. Because it is hot, and I am shameless in taking advantage of writers who write good fic.

*loves Te for Past Grief commentary, still my favorite SV story of all time*

By the way? Read the above. *Bathe* in the wonderful, enchanting darkness. *blissful fangirl wibbling*

Yesterday, less than six full hours before I offically turned twenty-eight, I was refused permission to buy alcohol from a liquor store.


"This ID is expired." Clerk looks at me sharply. Clerk is, at least, five years younger than I am. Not amused.

Okay, yes, legally, I can see how, just maybe, that would be a problem, but *really*. So, to make this just pathetic, I called my sister and piled her with guilt until she got me cinnaomon schnapps. She is, by the way, almost four years *younger* than me.

I have no idea if this is some sort of sign. I mean, okay, but of *what*? Blindness by store clerks?

Educating Child

After weeks of worrying about how to discover Educational Material for child to learn AND play with (and what happened to the good old days when all the tykes wanted were action figures anyway?) So, I got this.

Dinosaur Digging Thinger! and Dinosaur Field Guide!

Isn't it just the coolest thing *ever*? And I hope I did that link right. Shall come back with blissed out reactions of Child, but frankly, if he doesn't like them, I certainly do.

By the way, is crack. It is officially, the worst crack ever. I go there and I can't leave with just one item, because of that damn Super Saver thing, where I *must* buy twenty-five dollars worth of stuff, dammit, because free shipping! I have never, ever gone and bought just one item. And there are always items that I cannot possibly live without. Lots of them.

Now. Having finished Narcissus in Chains, I can finally articulate why Richard makes me want to kill him and let him be eaten by someone else.

He is whiney. Okay, everyone is whiney here--all this drama--oh, I'm a lycanthrope! Oh woe is me! I can lift entire cars with my bare hands and have magic and a bizarrely powerful sex drive and heal very fast and it is hard to kill me! Horror! Shame! Oh woe!

What. The. Hell.

Yes, I get the downside of it, I do. Silver, moon, messy and somewhat painful changes, prejudice, blah blah blah. I understand. But you know? I look at the bright side and think, this is not a bad way to live. I mean, let's face it, vampires have a worse deal and no one is going around woe is me'ing vampirism. Sunlight, crosses, churches, a few hundred years of scary slavery to frighteningly sadistic older vampires...yet people *like* vampirism and they don't like the lycanthropy.

Richard I just want to spank. He is annoying and I want to choke some sense into him. He's a *leader*. That means *getting your paws dirty*. Yes, you. Which is probably why I can stand Anita most of the time, since at least she'll shoot people when they annoy her too much and I admire that, and well, she owns an arsenal and that is sexy. Richard is so very "don't cross that line or I will be put out! Okay, now don't cross this one. Oh why oh why are you crossing lines? You are putting me out!" His sheer lack of anything resembling practicality gets people *killed*.

And then that malicious streak worries me. Because he *is* ruthless when he's being stupid, and not even in a good, make an example out of someone way. He gets mad, reacts badly, then other people have to fix it. Man, a lot of this angst could have been avoided in book four if Richard had just *killed* Marcus and got comfy with being Ulfric. Instead, everyone and their puppies have to run around cleaning up so he can feel morally superior. Bah.

This does not change the fact that the book did annoy me sometimes, but at least no one is being chaste. Like any good smut writer, I applaud every time someone gets laid. And man, did people get laid a lot. They also tended to get their penises eaten, and I'm still not sure if there's a message in that. So far, I've come away with "Don't have oral sex with people with really sharp teeth", but I sort of figured that's pretty instinctive.

Though I suppose Jean-Claude, Micah, and Richard all ending up in the middle of *ardeur* in a locked room is too much to hope for... Okay, leave out Micah.

I am eating cupcakes and ruining all my appetite for the rest of the day, and maybe tomorrow too. There are some upsides to adulthood, apparently. Lots and lots of guilt-free cupcakes.
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