"if the oscars were like that, i'd watch."
SAM: Well over three and a half centuries ago, linked by faith and bound by a common desire for liberty, a small band of pilgrims sought out a place in the New World where they could worship according to their own beliefs... and solve crimes.
TOBY: Sam...
SAM: It'd be good!
TOBY: Read the thing.
SAM: By day, they churn butter and worship according to their own beliefs and by night, they solve crimes.
TOBY: Read the thing.
SAM: Pilgrim detectives.
TOBY: Do you see me laughing?
SAM: I think you're laughing on the inside.
TOBY: Okay.
SAM: With the big hats.
TOBY: Give me the speech.
Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! Happy Thursday, everyone else!
I'm home in Jersey after a slightly harrowing drive by myself. The drive itself was fine--no traffic--but I haven't been sleeping properly and I was TIRED. I had like, three huge coffees and still had to jog around the parking lot every time I stopped to pee (see: three huge coffees) to make sure I didn't fall asleep.
But I'm here! Relatively unscathed! I've already had a bagel and it was delicious.
***
(For those of you unfamiliar with New York City metro-area residents, let me tell you a story: anything you eat that's called a bagel anywhere else in the world cannot hold a CANDLE to real NYC-metro-area bagels. Seriously. They are amazing. My mother is convinced it's something in the water here. I had bagels almost every weekend growing up and the inability to get a good bagel in Boston is one of its many failing. See also: pizza.)
***
So, last night I got home and was still a little wired from the coffee despite being exahusted, so I thought I would stay up and try and write for a bit. I did more chatting than writing, but around 1:30, right as I was deciding to go to bed, Brendan came home. And he was wasted.
Oh my god, guys, it was hysterical. He started off by rambling about football? And fanfiction? I have no idea how they were connected. Then, I guess my mom mentioned to him that mcwonthelottery and I don't like The Walking Dead and he fixated on one of the many reasons we don't like it and was trying to explain...I'm not sure what, considering he also doesn't like it, but something he felt very strongly about. He told me three times that the first issue of the comic came out around the same time as 28 Days Later. He was doing all this while trying to roll a cigarette, but he kept pouring out the tobacco and having to start from scratch. He also talked about Occupy Wall Street with expressive hand gestures, the culminating moment being, "It's not even funny how many veterans were pepper-sprayed!" said about four times while he was laughing hysterically.
I eventually found an out, but just as I was going up the stairs, he found the pile of comics I left on the table and called me back downstairs to talk about comics. He described a panel in Batwoman number three at least four times, even though I also told him at least that many times that I had already read it. He also kept repeating the only four DC titles he thinks are good of the new 52 (Batwoman, Wonder Woman, Animal Man, and Swamp Thing, if you're curious) and how much he loves the new creative team on Daredevil. Seriously, it was just those three things repeated over and over and over again as I started inching towards the stairs. He got a little weepy, I think, when he moved on to Ex Machina and how he keeps thinking what Mayor Hundred would do and how he'd be on the Occupiers side, dammit, and everything would be different.
It was...an experience. I wish I had a camera.
***
So now cooking food and then going to my aunt's house to eat all the food. I am very excited about this. You might not be aware, but I love food. I know. I keep that secret. I certainly never talk about it or anything.
Sometime this weekend, though, my dad wants to watch XMFC with me and my parents have a huge teevee and a Blu-Ray player, so. omg. Their faces. In high definition. I might die. AND I CAN FINALLY WATCH THE SPECIAL FEATURES ON A TEEVEE. Eeeee!
***
In conclusion, I am thankful for all of you jerks. All of you. Thanks for reading. Thanks for making fandom great. Thanks for putting up with me. Fandom has brought me pretty much all the good things in my life, either directly or in-directly, and I am so grateful for that and that there are people out there who enjoy my contributions to fandom and that there are people out there making amazing things for me to enjoy. This is really a community that's unlike any other and that's hard to describe, and though, I'll admit, sometimes I get tangled up in wrong opinions and people being dicks, it's made me who I am today and is really just amazing, overall. We're part of an amazing thing. We're part of a community of artists who do what we do out of intense love for the source material and characters, out of affection for each other, and out of a drive to create. We don't expect money or recognition or fame, we do it because we want to profess our affection for these things.
Seriously, step back and look at fandom. Right now. This is a thing that we built that literally runs on love. And I'm intensely proud to be a part of it.
Happy Thanksgiving, guys. I love you.
TOBY: Sam...
SAM: It'd be good!
TOBY: Read the thing.
SAM: By day, they churn butter and worship according to their own beliefs and by night, they solve crimes.
TOBY: Read the thing.
SAM: Pilgrim detectives.
TOBY: Do you see me laughing?
SAM: I think you're laughing on the inside.
TOBY: Okay.
SAM: With the big hats.
TOBY: Give me the speech.
Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! Happy Thursday, everyone else!
I'm home in Jersey after a slightly harrowing drive by myself. The drive itself was fine--no traffic--but I haven't been sleeping properly and I was TIRED. I had like, three huge coffees and still had to jog around the parking lot every time I stopped to pee (see: three huge coffees) to make sure I didn't fall asleep.
But I'm here! Relatively unscathed! I've already had a bagel and it was delicious.
***
(For those of you unfamiliar with New York City metro-area residents, let me tell you a story: anything you eat that's called a bagel anywhere else in the world cannot hold a CANDLE to real NYC-metro-area bagels. Seriously. They are amazing. My mother is convinced it's something in the water here. I had bagels almost every weekend growing up and the inability to get a good bagel in Boston is one of its many failing. See also: pizza.)
***
So, last night I got home and was still a little wired from the coffee despite being exahusted, so I thought I would stay up and try and write for a bit. I did more chatting than writing, but around 1:30, right as I was deciding to go to bed, Brendan came home. And he was wasted.
Oh my god, guys, it was hysterical. He started off by rambling about football? And fanfiction? I have no idea how they were connected. Then, I guess my mom mentioned to him that mcwonthelottery and I don't like The Walking Dead and he fixated on one of the many reasons we don't like it and was trying to explain...I'm not sure what, considering he also doesn't like it, but something he felt very strongly about. He told me three times that the first issue of the comic came out around the same time as 28 Days Later. He was doing all this while trying to roll a cigarette, but he kept pouring out the tobacco and having to start from scratch. He also talked about Occupy Wall Street with expressive hand gestures, the culminating moment being, "It's not even funny how many veterans were pepper-sprayed!" said about four times while he was laughing hysterically.
I eventually found an out, but just as I was going up the stairs, he found the pile of comics I left on the table and called me back downstairs to talk about comics. He described a panel in Batwoman number three at least four times, even though I also told him at least that many times that I had already read it. He also kept repeating the only four DC titles he thinks are good of the new 52 (Batwoman, Wonder Woman, Animal Man, and Swamp Thing, if you're curious) and how much he loves the new creative team on Daredevil. Seriously, it was just those three things repeated over and over and over again as I started inching towards the stairs. He got a little weepy, I think, when he moved on to Ex Machina and how he keeps thinking what Mayor Hundred would do and how he'd be on the Occupiers side, dammit, and everything would be different.
It was...an experience. I wish I had a camera.
***
So now cooking food and then going to my aunt's house to eat all the food. I am very excited about this. You might not be aware, but I love food. I know. I keep that secret. I certainly never talk about it or anything.
Sometime this weekend, though, my dad wants to watch XMFC with me and my parents have a huge teevee and a Blu-Ray player, so. omg. Their faces. In high definition. I might die. AND I CAN FINALLY WATCH THE SPECIAL FEATURES ON A TEEVEE. Eeeee!
***
In conclusion, I am thankful for all of you jerks. All of you. Thanks for reading. Thanks for making fandom great. Thanks for putting up with me. Fandom has brought me pretty much all the good things in my life, either directly or in-directly, and I am so grateful for that and that there are people out there who enjoy my contributions to fandom and that there are people out there making amazing things for me to enjoy. This is really a community that's unlike any other and that's hard to describe, and though, I'll admit, sometimes I get tangled up in wrong opinions and people being dicks, it's made me who I am today and is really just amazing, overall. We're part of an amazing thing. We're part of a community of artists who do what we do out of intense love for the source material and characters, out of affection for each other, and out of a drive to create. We don't expect money or recognition or fame, we do it because we want to profess our affection for these things.
Seriously, step back and look at fandom. Right now. This is a thing that we built that literally runs on love. And I'm intensely proud to be a part of it.
Happy Thanksgiving, guys. I love you.