Hey lover
For some unknown reason, probably the crappy weather - 50s! In June! - I am in a dissatisfied funk. So I’ve decided to list some things that I love today, right this minute. Feel free to play along in the comments with stuff you love, too! We can squee about things together!
ETA: cut tag, 'cause I didn't realize how fucking long this list is!
I, SkoosiePants, LOVE...
* The jeans I’m wearing today, since they actually make me look like I have an ass.
* Listening to my iPod on shuffle, ‘cause there’s nothing better than having MJ & Paul’s Say Say Say sandwiched between two Saosin songs. Also: random Pippin tracks! Ben Vereen, there’s magic to do.
* Ellie, even though she poops by the front door instead of waking us up in the morning, because she’s Mama’s Little Baby Girl.
* Coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee.
* Bob motherfucking Bryar.
* Pirate Booty, because she makes me laugh like no one else can, and because we used to raise imaginary horses together. Yes, that’s right. Imaginary horses. For years. And I had a tiger, too. He was awesome. Oh, and lots of invisible dogs. Lots.
* J, for everything, but mainly because he just told my minister that he wanted me to walk down the aisle to the Star Wars theme, wearing a Darth Vader costume, while he waited at the altar dressed as Chewbacca. My minister. At our very first counseling meeting.
* Everyone that’s followed me into bandslash and everyone that hasn’t followed me, but is totally supportive anyway. And by supportive I mean pointing and laughing and saying things like, “Who the fuck are all these guys, anyway, and why do they look like girls?” Or, or! That one time, when one of my flisters - who? Raise your hand! Be proud! - said that one (one?) gorgeous pic of Gerard Way looked like a young David Cassidy! HA!
* My SGA flisters, since I’ve yet to get any death threats over my lack of ficcing - special emphasis on the word yet.
* clumsygyrl, for writing that comment-fic thingy with me, even if it doesn’t go anywhere, because it’s actually my first ever collaboration in any fandom ever, so that’s sort of a milestone, right?
* Steaming hot oatmeal. Shut up, it’s good.
* David Hewlett, whose awesomeness marginally outshines Jon Walker’s, but only because he’s older and has had more time to hone and fine-tune it (also, okay, see: David Hewlett’s yet-to-be-matched, perfectly shaped ass). If Jon Walker and David Hewlett were ever in the same room, I think the world might implode - that much awesomeness was simply not meant to exist all at once.
* Pens. They’re not just for furry space octopuses. Octopi?
* That episode of How I Met Your Mother (no, not the Robin Sparkles one, although I also love that more than kittens) with the flashbacks to Ted and Marshall’s road trip, where I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) was stuck in the tape deck. (I love it in the same way I love that old car commercial - Saturn, maybe? - where they just play Van Halen’s Panama over and over again as they drive cross-country, and the one guy keeps rocking out and the other one looks like he wants to shoot himself in the head). You know what? Screw it; I just want to make out with all the writers of that show. And then I want them to write fanfiction, because whatever they put to paper is instant comedy gold.
* Okay, and while we’re - kind of - on the subject of commercials: That one old commercial for Wampler meats, where the guy is kneeling down in a field, looking out across a canyon or something, blue, sparkling sky, and the guy says, all teary-eyed, “it’s so beautiful,” in this really choked-up voice, and then the camera pulls back to reveal he’s gazing adoringly at a cooler full of raw chicken, and okay, okay, I have ALWAYS found that hilarious, and I don’t know why.
* Pizza. Pizza with mozzarella and ricotta cheese and lots and lots of sauce.
* My green Pirates Arrrr Cool t-shirt. Pirate Booty swears it’s the only t-shirt I own, because whenever I see her I’m wearing it. And my gray yoga pants. But, see, I’m just representin’, PB!
* Users who are nice to me on the phone. Hi, I work on websites, and if you’re nice to me, I don’t care that you’re an 85-year-old retired doctor who’s never used a mouse before, and it takes an hour for me to walk you through logging in - if you’re nice to me, I will hang up the phone smiling.
* My blankies. They protect me from vampires.
Wow, I feel so much better now. I’m GRINNING. Come share and grin with me!
ETA: cut tag, 'cause I didn't realize how fucking long this list is!
I, SkoosiePants, LOVE...
* The jeans I’m wearing today, since they actually make me look like I have an ass.
* Listening to my iPod on shuffle, ‘cause there’s nothing better than having MJ & Paul’s Say Say Say sandwiched between two Saosin songs. Also: random Pippin tracks! Ben Vereen, there’s magic to do.
* Ellie, even though she poops by the front door instead of waking us up in the morning, because she’s Mama’s Little Baby Girl.
* Coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee.
* Bob motherfucking Bryar.
* Pirate Booty, because she makes me laugh like no one else can, and because we used to raise imaginary horses together. Yes, that’s right. Imaginary horses. For years. And I had a tiger, too. He was awesome. Oh, and lots of invisible dogs. Lots.
* J, for everything, but mainly because he just told my minister that he wanted me to walk down the aisle to the Star Wars theme, wearing a Darth Vader costume, while he waited at the altar dressed as Chewbacca. My minister. At our very first counseling meeting.
* Everyone that’s followed me into bandslash and everyone that hasn’t followed me, but is totally supportive anyway. And by supportive I mean pointing and laughing and saying things like, “Who the fuck are all these guys, anyway, and why do they look like girls?” Or, or! That one time, when one of my flisters - who? Raise your hand! Be proud! - said that one (one?) gorgeous pic of Gerard Way looked like a young David Cassidy! HA!
* My SGA flisters, since I’ve yet to get any death threats over my lack of ficcing - special emphasis on the word yet.
* clumsygyrl, for writing that comment-fic thingy with me, even if it doesn’t go anywhere, because it’s actually my first ever collaboration in any fandom ever, so that’s sort of a milestone, right?
* Steaming hot oatmeal. Shut up, it’s good.
* David Hewlett, whose awesomeness marginally outshines Jon Walker’s, but only because he’s older and has had more time to hone and fine-tune it (also, okay, see: David Hewlett’s yet-to-be-matched, perfectly shaped ass). If Jon Walker and David Hewlett were ever in the same room, I think the world might implode - that much awesomeness was simply not meant to exist all at once.
* Pens. They’re not just for furry space octopuses. Octopi?
* That episode of How I Met Your Mother (no, not the Robin Sparkles one, although I also love that more than kittens) with the flashbacks to Ted and Marshall’s road trip, where I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) was stuck in the tape deck. (I love it in the same way I love that old car commercial - Saturn, maybe? - where they just play Van Halen’s Panama over and over again as they drive cross-country, and the one guy keeps rocking out and the other one looks like he wants to shoot himself in the head). You know what? Screw it; I just want to make out with all the writers of that show. And then I want them to write fanfiction, because whatever they put to paper is instant comedy gold.
* Okay, and while we’re - kind of - on the subject of commercials: That one old commercial for Wampler meats, where the guy is kneeling down in a field, looking out across a canyon or something, blue, sparkling sky, and the guy says, all teary-eyed, “it’s so beautiful,” in this really choked-up voice, and then the camera pulls back to reveal he’s gazing adoringly at a cooler full of raw chicken, and okay, okay, I have ALWAYS found that hilarious, and I don’t know why.
* Pizza. Pizza with mozzarella and ricotta cheese and lots and lots of sauce.
* My green Pirates Arrrr Cool t-shirt. Pirate Booty swears it’s the only t-shirt I own, because whenever I see her I’m wearing it. And my gray yoga pants. But, see, I’m just representin’, PB!
* Users who are nice to me on the phone. Hi, I work on websites, and if you’re nice to me, I don’t care that you’re an 85-year-old retired doctor who’s never used a mouse before, and it takes an hour for me to walk you through logging in - if you’re nice to me, I will hang up the phone smiling.
* My blankies. They protect me from vampires.
Wow, I feel so much better now. I’m GRINNING. Come share and grin with me!