Mr P called me out to the yard the other night because some bird was out there screeching. It was sitting on a power wire, something big, with a big head. I brought him a flashlight and he lit the bird up for an instant. Big white face. Barn owl. While we stood watching it, Mr Fluffy Cow showed up on the fence-top cat highway. He made his way along the fences for the length of a yard. The owl watched him every step of the way, and watched him again as he crossed our back yard toward us. I don't think the cat was aware of it. Then it took off and flew away silently. It was creepy and cool at once.
Am re-reading all of Rari Coss's BG stories again because you evil people are not writing me new ones at the rate you ought to be. Must have inspiration, you know, when slogging in replotting hell. I think "Teacher's Pet" might be my favoritest BG story ever. Certainly it's in the top 5. It is the fic that has all meets all my idficcy needs in one sweet schmoopy package: flufic-style h/c, regular beaten-up h/c, Giles being an adorable parent, mature!Buffy, Scoobies in happy families. Plus I like Coss's plain, straightforward prose. Why do you each not write another one of these masterpieces per week, darn you all?
Anyway, it's inspiring as I struggle with deciding what to do with the knighting story mess. I might spend next week writing Giles/Xander snark as a change of pace. I need to post fic later this month. I have a deadline. This GX story might be the way to meet it, because it cannot get all huge and novella-length and plotty behind my back. It is short and conversation-laden. AND STAYING THAT WAY.
Today's music, performed live.