Anya ,'Storyteller'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
He said "I am not so attached to my DNA that I want to see it replicated."
This is a good point of view, considering how little regard our DNA shows for us--it slices and splices and recombines itself in every generation, so that the extended gene sequences that are "us" disappear as quickly as possible. That DNA is a user.
Hit it with butter and maple syrup and life is good.No butter, David. He's trying to lower his cholesterol. *stern glare*
He can put on sugar, or brown sugar (the granulated is good for this) or maple syrup, as David mentions. If he wants milk, he can add it. I don't cook them in milk, because I don't. Oh. I ran out of things to say about oatmeal, probably because I had so much oatmeal for lunch. It's wicked filling.
I loved being a spoiled brat only. Even with that, I knew I wanted two kids. Heh.
The most frustrating question I get asked, even now, is about the 6.5 year age gap between the kids. I get asked if CJ was a surprise. If they have different fathers. Snarl. Um no - wanna hear all the icky details about infertility and miscarriages? Didn't think so - don't ask if you don't wanna know every gory detail.
Yes, Cass - beat the children. They must be cluesticked young to train them up right.
how little regard our DNA shows for us--it slices and splices and recombines itself in every generation, so that the extended gene sequences that are "us" disappear as quickly as possible. That DNA is a user.
I think this knowledge is what makes me feel guilty about stopping it here. My mother's a biochemist who counts splicing DNA among the things she may do in a typical work day. When she asks about grandchildren she's a bare-souled slave to her DNA. It's a very compelling plea, since that genetic vehicle thing runs pretty strongly in me too.
I know I don't want kids because I'm selfish, and I know I want them because I'm selfish.
So...lazy wins.
I like Cheerios, which are also supposed to be good for one's cholesterol. I'm weird about the texture of my food so oatmeal per se wigs me out.
So...lazy wins.
According to vw's definition, this means you should make your own.
As a science person, it sometimes puzzles me why people wouldn't want to pass their genes along to the next generation
Have you met my genes? That lot...you might want to cross the street when you see them coming.
And once again, Steph speaks my mind about the 'selfish' comment. I honestly don't think the woman who said it to me meant to be mean, she was just so strung out on her own guilt for wanting to be free of her situation. Very sad really.
As it turns out, I'm madly in love with other people's good parenting and am a vocal supporter of people who as Cindy put it, are madly in love with their kids. Not much makes me happier to observe.
Plus, as a person with a dog rather than a child, I end up doing a lot more in my community...for the greater good...than I'm sure I would if I was focusing on children. Yes, it is true that raising good kids deserves the medal of honor in my mind...I'm just afraid I would not have had the energy to do it well.
So now I'm the 'cool old lady' to a fantastic 16 year old over whom I have way more influence than I would if I were actually related to him!
Have you met my genes? That lot...you might want to cross the street when you see them coming.
Heh. I was thinking of Patton Oswalt's line when we saw him New Year's Eve, as he recounted how awful his family had turned out: "Genetically speaking, my balls are full of POISON!"
'cool old lady'
I kinda really want to be this. The one that blood and adopted nieces and nephews can come to when they don't feel they can go to their parents. Another Adult Role Model. It's a whole different flavor of love.
"Genetically speaking, my balls are full of POISON!"
I'm not even kidding about how true this is for my line. I stand proud as the one who stopped it all here.