Oct 14, 2015
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Fight me!
Over in the TV section of Best Buy, sitting in one of the movie theater-style chairs, sat the most beautiful boy I had ever seen.
He was clearly not native Hawaiian, and normally white boys like him didn’t do anything for me. Grey eyes, ruffled sandy hair, skin pretty dark from being out in the sun a lot but still pretty clearly Caucasian. I think it was what he was doing that made him so inexplicably attractive to me. Or more specifically, what his eyes were doing.
All of the TVs in the section he was sitting in were displaying the National Geographic channel, and some documentary about endangered marine marine life here in Hawaii--specifically, sea turtles--and the segment he was watching specifically covered the journey that hatchlings make from the beach to the sea. The narrator placidly described the many dangers that baby turtles faced, including predatory birds. The camera zoomed in on footage of a large vulture pecking at one, and then chewing on it while it helplessly moved its tiny legs in an attempt to escape.
What struck me was that instead of watching with disinterest or maybe slight amusement at the baby turtle’s predicament, as I would have expected from a guy his age, there was a strange expression in his eyes. It looked like deep, heartfelt sympathy--as though he wanted to prevent what he was seeing with every fiber of his being, and was frustrated at his own powerlessness. I couldn’t understand it at all. But I also thought it was really sweet.
goodatbeinggone replied to your post “goodatbeinggone replied to your post “Oh man oh man the new Mercy...”
Ohgawd. I just went to Wikipedia...looked at the first half of the first sentence and fled. Amusingly enough, yesterday I decided it was time to give blasphemy another try. In unrelated news: I miss Georgina Kincaid, is that weird?
A little weird, perhaps. The side characters were usually pretty enjoyable, though. Sometimes I miss fluff, but sometimes I also loathe it because it's the one that set me on this UF path that has led to some good books, sure, but also just SO MANY bad ones.
goodatbeinggone replied to your post “Oh man oh man the new Mercy Thompson sounds so bad. I would’ve noped...”
Ohgawd. I'd convinced myself it ended with the last one and that's how it's staying. If I don't know/hear about it, it's not reaaaaaal
Haha, I'd mostly forgotten about it, didn't know the title or anything about it, but I saw it listed when I was in search of a different book and decided to give it a go. It's actually way better than the synopsis makes it sound. Enjoyable, even.
goodatbeinggone replied to your photo “My mom is awesome and bought the baby a kitty tree. I’m going to make...”
Does this mean he's going to try to jump on the fan now? Looks like he can reach it.
He stares at the fan cords a lot, but he has so far been smart enough not to try to jump to them. And I'm trying to be better about plugging in the light so he won't get any ideas about the fan blades.
Allium, Locust, Rhododendron, Azalea.
Allium: Bread, I guess? I am not very good at cooking because my sense of taste is fucked up, but bread is super fun and easy. I think the things I've made that everyone who's tried them has liked them are that potato bread based on this recipe and chickpea cutlets.Locust: I don't think I had a single favorite book as a child, but I read the fuck out of the Animorphs series. Sometimes, I'd finish one and immediately start rereading it.Rhododendron: Hmm, I don't usually remember dreams for very long, unless they're hilarious and I want to tell someone about them. My brain does like to spin up fun little scenarios when I'm awake and worrying about something, though, and the scariest one of those that I can remember is probably from when my mom and asshole lived next door and I was afraid he was going to hurt her. Every time something fell on the floor over there or I heard him yelling, I'd get these panicky visions of him killing her. When he lived alone there, I was convinced for some reason that he or one of his dumbass friends was going to fire a gun through the wall and kill me. I'd spend the day just staring wide-eyed at the wall, flinching at every sound from over there.Azalea: Hmm...I don't watch many movies, so I'm honestly not sure. I am totally prone to crying at everything ever, though, at least if I'm alone. Okay, I've seriously been trying to think of movies I've seen for about ten minutes and I've come up with very few, so I'll name a book instead. Golden Boy, which I read yesterday and love love loved, despite it being quite different from my usual choices, particularly in that the whole thing was just very sad and difficult to get through at parts because my heart hurt.
goodatbeinggone replied to your post “I hacked off all my hair about a month ago because I’ve been too sick...”
umm why would you post this without pictures? I will hunt you down and fluff your afro damnit
Psh, I only take pictures of Andante. I mean, I could have posted pictures of him, but I feel like they woulda been a bit irrelevant.
goodatbeinggone replied to your post:Guess who just had to dig out her declaration of...
2.5-3 years?
Yessir. Just a bit over 2.5. I've been meaning to look at it for a few months now since neither one of us is ever entirely sure it was 2011 because we are excellent at the passage of time.