Mu-Shu Miscellany
Though not a loner there are times when a nothing-day is much better by one-self than with other people around. They seem to take umbrage when you aren't doing exactly what they'd do, and honestly, that annoys me a bit :/
Watched part of series one of MI-5 (aka spooks, for the brits, yes I knew it had another title... I'm only 85% ignorant donchaknow.). I can honestly say from the little I've seen that I like the show, but um I'm not getting the Matt MacFayden = Darcy vibe off it :/ I got it from the library to see what I thought about him as Darcy as a possibility. I don't think he'd automatically be horrible, but I'm also not thinking "wow! this guy is such great darcy material!!!" I suppose that leaves me as I was before, with judgment suspended.
Watching the show did make me think about Grandaddy a lot tho :) I really do need to see if there's a way to find out what he did all those years ago. Some things sure have changed... Now they use IT or really boring math/computery positions as a front. Back in his day it was about supplies, pencil pushing, bean-countery stuff. (For years he told the family that he was in supplies, and would make sure to outfit office and such with pencils and the like. Not kidding. My mother believed him til she was in her early teens.) he wrote about his young life, up through the war. But he never wrote at all about his years within military intelligence. I wish he had. There's so much about him that I don't know.
At dinner tonight got to see Ron Moutvic... Who managed to make me think marriage is not a lovely thing. Ron and betsy's marriage is one odd animal. I'm not sure I want any part of such an institution if that's how things work... which brings me to another point. My fortune cookies said "you will have no problems in your home" to which dad replied, " so, you're going to end up an old maid living alone!" now of course I'm thinking about "no, i'm going to end an old maid and teach someone's ten children to play the piano and embroider cushions very ill indeed." then however all I could think ( and yet managed to not say, thank goodness) was "gee, thanks, dad. love you too." amazing how parents have the ability to backhand one's self esteem and not realize they've done it. I know I should be glad that they don't pressure me at all. I am. But by the same token, the lack of it sometimes feels like they think i'm an utter lost cause. That's all most likely in my head, but hey, since when is that news, right? :/
Watched part of series one of MI-5 (aka spooks, for the brits, yes I knew it had another title... I'm only 85% ignorant donchaknow.). I can honestly say from the little I've seen that I like the show, but um I'm not getting the Matt MacFayden = Darcy vibe off it :/ I got it from the library to see what I thought about him as Darcy as a possibility. I don't think he'd automatically be horrible, but I'm also not thinking "wow! this guy is such great darcy material!!!" I suppose that leaves me as I was before, with judgment suspended.
Watching the show did make me think about Grandaddy a lot tho :) I really do need to see if there's a way to find out what he did all those years ago. Some things sure have changed... Now they use IT or really boring math/computery positions as a front. Back in his day it was about supplies, pencil pushing, bean-countery stuff. (For years he told the family that he was in supplies, and would make sure to outfit office and such with pencils and the like. Not kidding. My mother believed him til she was in her early teens.) he wrote about his young life, up through the war. But he never wrote at all about his years within military intelligence. I wish he had. There's so much about him that I don't know.
At dinner tonight got to see Ron Moutvic... Who managed to make me think marriage is not a lovely thing. Ron and betsy's marriage is one odd animal. I'm not sure I want any part of such an institution if that's how things work... which brings me to another point. My fortune cookies said "you will have no problems in your home" to which dad replied, " so, you're going to end up an old maid living alone!" now of course I'm thinking about "no, i'm going to end an old maid and teach someone's ten children to play the piano and embroider cushions very ill indeed." then however all I could think ( and yet managed to not say, thank goodness) was "gee, thanks, dad. love you too." amazing how parents have the ability to backhand one's self esteem and not realize they've done it. I know I should be glad that they don't pressure me at all. I am. But by the same token, the lack of it sometimes feels like they think i'm an utter lost cause. That's all most likely in my head, but hey, since when is that news, right? :/