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2 years ago
So there's someone here on FA whose journals I go read occasionally.
I don't watch him, I don't think I could stand it. We have a few watchers/commenters in common, and I see him reply to things here and there; we could be in the same social circle but for the fact that I don't think I'd like talking to him very much.
I go read the journals to see awful, awful takes and bizarre leaps of logic and tribalism sparked by the back and forth of comments. There's a common, dare I say predictable, event these days that tends to create a corresponding journal of his. And I go read it and all the comments, shake my head and get up and wander around muttering.
Is there a name for this? Someone suggested "hate-watching" but I don't actually watch his account, as I said.
Anyway, the badger and I started re-watching his collection of Poirot (starring David Suchet) and a bizarre scene came to mind:
Mon Dieu, this Scoob, he is indeed a trial I cannot abide! But as if he is not enough, coming to add to my troubles is the Monsieur Shaggy with his appetite most grotesque! No, I tell you, no! Poirot will not assist you unwind the truth behind this farce. No! I bid you good day!
As some of you may know, the badger had a stroke a few months ago. A few people have asked how he's doing, and he's hanging in there.
A few days ago he told me he was going to go out back to hang out with his cat, Poe, and he leaned down and gave me a kiss. I'd just finished eating some of that Greek style yoghurt, which he dislikes, and I said "Gosh, I hope you didn't taste too much yoghurt on that."
"I just had a cookie, did you taste that?" He asked.
"Nope," I said.
"Want to try again?" He then opened his mouth wide, showing me what I could look forward to tasting if I cared to try.
Yeah, he's back to his old self.
I don't watch him, I don't think I could stand it. We have a few watchers/commenters in common, and I see him reply to things here and there; we could be in the same social circle but for the fact that I don't think I'd like talking to him very much.
I go read the journals to see awful, awful takes and bizarre leaps of logic and tribalism sparked by the back and forth of comments. There's a common, dare I say predictable, event these days that tends to create a corresponding journal of his. And I go read it and all the comments, shake my head and get up and wander around muttering.
Is there a name for this? Someone suggested "hate-watching" but I don't actually watch his account, as I said.
Anyway, the badger and I started re-watching his collection of Poirot (starring David Suchet) and a bizarre scene came to mind:
Mon Dieu, this Scoob, he is indeed a trial I cannot abide! But as if he is not enough, coming to add to my troubles is the Monsieur Shaggy with his appetite most grotesque! No, I tell you, no! Poirot will not assist you unwind the truth behind this farce. No! I bid you good day!
As some of you may know, the badger had a stroke a few months ago. A few people have asked how he's doing, and he's hanging in there.
A few days ago he told me he was going to go out back to hang out with his cat, Poe, and he leaned down and gave me a kiss. I'd just finished eating some of that Greek style yoghurt, which he dislikes, and I said "Gosh, I hope you didn't taste too much yoghurt on that."
"I just had a cookie, did you taste that?" He asked.
"Nope," I said.
"Want to try again?" He then opened his mouth wide, showing me what I could look forward to tasting if I cared to try.
Yeah, he's back to his old self.
But there's been a snag: he purchased Zelda's Tears Fill Up the Kingdom, or whatever that game is called, and is playing that a lot more than he wants to watch anything.
Didn't know that happened - hope Bruce has a swift recovery and returns to the badger we all know and... love?
Well. Tolerate.
As to the other thing - I tend to not go to where there is a lot of hatred thrown about. I come here for the love I found when I first arrived. The fandom is so very wonderful and accepting, and yet there are always those who have to throw rocks. I have purposely un-watched a number of folks for that reason. Oddly enough, I have been un-watched by some as well... and here I thought I was perfect.
*laughs and gives a hug... we certainly are an odd bunch, eh Professor?
Vix
I guess we got off easy as far as the stroke was concerned. At one of the first follow-up appointments, the doctor was handing us booklets on "How to stay positive even if you can't dress yourself" and other such things, and it sounded like he was surprised that things were really not all THAT bad. In the last few months, the badger's started driving again, gone back to work, and is doing pretty much everything he did before. So bless our luck, for what that's worth.
Vix
Glad he's doing better, I can't even imagine how scary that must've been, for both of you.
And it's nice to see you two being such goofballs, like that, hehe.