You were my sire, man! You were my...Yoda.*
If you'd asked be fifteen minutes ago what today had been like, I would've said, "Pretty good, considering," but now it gets the "Utter, utter shit" verdict. What could have happened in fiftenn minutes to ruin the day, you wonder?
Well, picture me sitting on the floor with an ice pack on my knee because "it's just never been the same" and running sometimes makes it cry. Walking can also make it cry. So anywhere, I'm there, the ice is there, and I'm just about the finally get some mellow-time when I realize my keys - which I took with me running - are still on the bed, sans key chain. So I put the two little rings together and decide that it'd be a brilliant idea to just toss the keys over to my purse, what with them being keys and me having one-on-one time with the ice pack. So I toss them and ruin the day completely. "Why?" you ask again, slightly exasperated at this long-winded and overly-dramatic recounting. "Because," I reply, "the key chain broke."
It wasn't just any ol' key chain. It was an inukshuk key chain that looked like it was made of tiny little ice cubes. (It was actually this one exactly.) It was awesome, not just because it was a tiny little ice-cube-like inukshuk, but because it was Chip's inukshuk. In my head. Where fictional characters live. And of course by "Chip's" I mean, "the keychain Steve gave Chip before the apocalypse happened and Steve died and now it's the only thing Chip has left of Steve and he carries it in his pocket all the time even though the keys are useless 'cause he's never going to get back to Seattle, much less Vancouver, and it means things". So yeah. It broke.
But wait. It Got Worse.
I naturally tried to find all the little pieces of my now-bisected inuskshuk man, and didn't actually find them all. Regardless, superglue to the rescue! Except not so much because the teeny-tiny little corner I was trying to stick on didn't stick on right so I tried to pry it off and succeeded in doing so only after digging it under my nail, which meant I had blood pouring out from under my nail and down my thumb while I was struggling with a tiny superglue-ladden frosted-glass shard and balancing the open superglue miniature bottle between my toes.
I now have three superglued fingertips, a sad bandaged left thumb, and a mangled inukshuk.
And my knee still hurts.
So that's why today sucks.
But if you don't care about any of that, and in the fine tradition of staring new projects and leaving old ones to languish in despair, here's some Supernatural-meets-Buffy and True Blood-meets-Doctor Who fanart. Yays.
* Spike, BtVS
Well, picture me sitting on the floor with an ice pack on my knee because "it's just never been the same" and running sometimes makes it cry. Walking can also make it cry. So anywhere, I'm there, the ice is there, and I'm just about the finally get some mellow-time when I realize my keys - which I took with me running - are still on the bed, sans key chain. So I put the two little rings together and decide that it'd be a brilliant idea to just toss the keys over to my purse, what with them being keys and me having one-on-one time with the ice pack. So I toss them and ruin the day completely. "Why?" you ask again, slightly exasperated at this long-winded and overly-dramatic recounting. "Because," I reply, "the key chain broke."
It wasn't just any ol' key chain. It was an inukshuk key chain that looked like it was made of tiny little ice cubes. (It was actually this one exactly.) It was awesome, not just because it was a tiny little ice-cube-like inukshuk, but because it was Chip's inukshuk. In my head. Where fictional characters live. And of course by "Chip's" I mean, "the keychain Steve gave Chip before the apocalypse happened and Steve died and now it's the only thing Chip has left of Steve and he carries it in his pocket all the time even though the keys are useless 'cause he's never going to get back to Seattle, much less Vancouver, and it means things". So yeah. It broke.
But wait. It Got Worse.
I naturally tried to find all the little pieces of my now-bisected inuskshuk man, and didn't actually find them all. Regardless, superglue to the rescue! Except not so much because the teeny-tiny little corner I was trying to stick on didn't stick on right so I tried to pry it off and succeeded in doing so only after digging it under my nail, which meant I had blood pouring out from under my nail and down my thumb while I was struggling with a tiny superglue-ladden frosted-glass shard and balancing the open superglue miniature bottle between my toes.
I now have three superglued fingertips, a sad bandaged left thumb, and a mangled inukshuk.
And my knee still hurts.
So that's why today sucks.
But if you don't care about any of that, and in the fine tradition of staring new projects and leaving old ones to languish in despair, here's some Supernatural-meets-Buffy and True Blood-meets-Doctor Who fanart. Yays.
* Spike, BtVS