if you're looking for an unmarked place…

Well, there's a week I am more than glad to leave in my wake. Coffins should be longer than 60cm. Much, much longer. Also, inquests may provide closure, but only in a world where perfect closure is possible, which this is not.

Here's to next week being more fun to live through.

To round the week off with something humorous, my cat staged a violent attack on the lucky bamboo plant. At midnight (which is always a most hilarious time, I find). The bamboo lived up to its name and survived; its vase was not so lucky. Which, I must say, makes me wonder: if the lucky bamboo is supposed to provide me and my house with good feng shui propoerties, but its good feng shui field doesn't even extend out so far as its vase, what the hell kind of rip-off scheme is this? I could walk around with lucky bamboo pinned to me, or growing in my hair perhaps (can't get closer than that!), but … you know. Might look a bit weird. Probably violates the dress code of all the fancy places.

I have repotted the lucky bamboo. Clearly, despite being dubious about the alleged luckiness field, I am still fearful of any bad-luck field which might result from giving up on the lucky bamboo. Besides, it's the only plant I've ever managed to not only not kill, but keep kinda green.

I have also armed myself with a spray bottle, to protect the lucky bamboo against future hate play crimes. A friend recommended a solution three parts white wine vinegar to one part water as most effective, since the cat would hate getting wet and would then also hate the taste of cleaning himself. Double punishment to drive home the point. I went with only water, however. You see, much as I like my cat, I'm well aware of the fact that no one will ever accuse him of higher intellect. If it doesn't happen at the same nanosecond, it's not connected. All he will connect the vinegar taste to is cleaning himself, and I don't want to punish him for being clean. Then I'd have a filthy cat who's naughty.

I always maintained if it was painful to be stupid, we'd have a lot less stupidity in the world. Turns out, as my cat has taught me, it is painful — but only for those around the stupid. We should institute a procedure whereby forehead-smacks are mandatory when one is displaying stupidity. It should cut down on a lot of troubles, not to mention pent frustrations.

Also, Doctor Who? Please, please tell me this Family of Blood malarky is more than just a convenient way for the writers to strand the Doctor in early 20th century Britain and have him fall in love with a human. Who isn't Martha — cue whine from Martha. Because I'm quite tired of the Doctor / love story being all this and the last series were about. Less Britain, please, and more action — and please, stop already wtih the lovesick companion. I was looking forward to the introduction of Martha, in the hopes we would see the end of pining. Apparently, no luck there. Rose at least had an entire season to be all chutzpah before she turned into sappy clingy jealous icky girly girl. Martha didn't even get an entire episode before she started on with the clinging and the whinging. Don't get me wrong, romantic subplots are fine. But this is Doctor Who! There's aliens to be vanquished, for crying out loud! Keep it as a subplot, kthxbai.

6 thoughts on “if you're looking for an unmarked place…

  1. Ahahahaha! You need to post more Maximus stories, that was great.

    In regards to getting close to your lucky bamboo – chinese torture technique involved shoving shoots under the fingernails, and then letting them grow. 'cause bamboo is indestructable and meatasaurus like that.

    Might make it hard to type though.

  2. Tess: um… thanks. Yeah. That's an excellent suggestion. I'm sure you won't mind if I pass on it, however. I'm dubious that the good-luck-ness of the bamboo would survive such a distasteful "potting". And I have enough trouble typing as it is. Although I am positive, what with imagining bamboo growing in my hair, that I saw a man with some kind of greenery growing out of his ear this morning. Okay, maybe not positive. But! You never know!

    Andy: Thanks. I'm ok. Rough week, but I have been medicating with cheap raspberry licorice and episodes of Doctor Who. Quite effective. Although now I need to go for a day-long run to work it all off. 😕

  3. It was a real relief for me to watch Doctor Who at first and see a companion who could get major crush on the Doctor (especially when played by Mr Eccleston) at first. When the Doctor is played by someone attractive, it's difficult to imagine there being no crush, no hero workship. It was great in 'The Doctor Dances', when there was a frisson of a menage a trois with a then still very interesting Captain Jack. Because it was never explicit, you could make up your own story. But then, oh then.
    Captain Jack migrated over to a boring universe where everyone was bonking everyone else, but kind of nastily and joyless-ly and making me not want to watch anymore Torchwood. And he got boring. And you're right. They could at least have given Martha a little while to develop a crush, or just resist his charm completely. Or something. At least if/when I hear the Bride from the Christmas Special comes back, she at least is no more impressed by the Doctor than he is by her. And she shouts a lot. Perfect.
    I really liked the episodes for the Family, which I've cheated and seen already. But I agree, enough with the pining. And the Doctor can stop whiffling on about the multiple perfections of Rose as well- the nice thing about Rose was that she was just an ordinary girl. That was what made her so interesting. Saint Rose though, I could do without.

  4. I agree, I like that the new series brought on the romantic subplots. More realistic and complete that way. The first season in particular did a great job. The second season … I liked it, overall, because I can see a 19 year old shopgirl would rather fall hard for the Doctor, and I liked that she was starting to get a bit clingy and all possessive and we just knew it was never going to last. It was good to see a bit of the Doctor's emotional range on that front, which is why the Sarah-Jane episode was a favourite of mine from the second series.

    But Martha? Whooboy. The writers really need to give her space to be a person first, and a pining schoolgirl second. Not even halfway through the first episode she's cross-eyed with infatuation, and yeah, they really overworked the rebound/pining thing from the Doctor's perspective, too. I mean, how many companions has he had? Oh, he's lived through this before.

    Have you seen "Blink"? (The standalone which follows the Family episodes.) I'm told it's the best of the season, so am looking forward to that.

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