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Being busy.
It's the Cherub's birthday today (She's 5! How did that happen? Although to be honest it feels like more than five years since she arrived...). Anyway, I'm very busy, but I've seen a lot of comics related posts the last few days, and thought about writing my own.
And then I decided against it. Because the thing is: I don't care. My emotional investment is literally zero. Or, to be more specific, my investment in the story is non-existant. (Not that I ever considered them canon, but the comics have literally gone out of their way to make sure that I'm incapable of accepting them as anything except crack-fic. Although, taken as crack-fic, they're pretty awesome, and I'm very happy that others can enjoy them. Plus I still think that the Spuffy-stuff is fun. I always like Spuffy.)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Any emotions come from my anger/disappointment in the writers. (I could go on at length about this, but I won't. I just hope the whole thing will be resolved with as little fail as possible!)
And now I shall go sort out the house and pretty-fy it with balloons and banners for later. :)
ETA: The Cherub has (obviously) been looking forward to her birthday for a long time, waiting for it to be autumn so it'd arrive. Which led to this declaration yesterday: "And tomorrow it's my birthday and also it's going to be autumn and there'll be conkers EVERYWHERE in the whole world!"
So now you know.
And then I decided against it. Because the thing is: I don't care. My emotional investment is literally zero. Or, to be more specific, my investment in the story is non-existant. (Not that I ever considered them canon, but the comics have literally gone out of their way to make sure that I'm incapable of accepting them as anything except crack-fic. Although, taken as crack-fic, they're pretty awesome, and I'm very happy that others can enjoy them. Plus I still think that the Spuffy-stuff is fun. I always like Spuffy.)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Any emotions come from my anger/disappointment in the writers. (I could go on at length about this, but I won't. I just hope the whole thing will be resolved with as little fail as possible!)
And now I shall go sort out the house and pretty-fy it with balloons and banners for later. :)
ETA: The Cherub has (obviously) been looking forward to her birthday for a long time, waiting for it to be autumn so it'd arrive. Which led to this declaration yesterday: "And tomorrow it's my birthday and also it's going to be autumn and there'll be conkers EVERYWHERE in the whole world!"
So now you know.