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Jan. 5th, 2005 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solitary_summerGood: Despite the lengthy period of slackening I can still run my /-70 mins. A stunningly dark pink/purple sky at sunrise. A leisurely breakfast with the knowledge of a day off followed by a public holiday.
Not so good: Hey! Only two bags of marzipan cappuccino left... Where did they - er, right. Need to re-order.
Finished S2 Buffy yesterday... now Buffy is not my big fanish love, but I have a comfortable, warm, fuzzy fondness for the show and its characters, and it does have some truly striking moments.
Couple of days ago it struck me that it doesn't make much sense that I always tend to feel extra-apologetic (to whom?) when favourite tv shows include spaceships, aliens, vampires and whatnot: Come to think about it, the pseudo-realistic universes of shows like Sex and the City with their four hundred dollar shoes and eternal quest for better sex and/or better relationships have even less in common with my own life (ignoring for the moment what this may or may not say about my life), with my dreams and with what is important to me, and generally speaking I find myself more and more disinterested in shows whose main theme is putting characters in stylish clothing through one bad relationship after another. IMO this kind of realism, if realism it is, is vastly over-rated, and putting an artsy twist on it by making every character oh-so-interestingly
Obviously this perspective is influenced by the lack of relationships and relationship-related drama in my life, but I do think it goes beyond unacknowledged petty jealousy....
::shrug:: Anyway. Will buy S3 and be totally unapologetic about it.
