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For eight days you have to post something that made you happy that day.
Short, to the point, and with no shmoop.
1)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beachan posted new reclists that include awesome fics I have not before seen. Given that my current OTP is disturbing directly opposed to most of bandom's interests, this is no small feat, and I am filled with joy even though they are not OTP-specific lists.
2) The snow melted some today. Unfortunately, it's now frozen solid, but it's quite possible there is ground there. Underneath the fucking FOOT of accumulated snow. Bad news: more snow tomorrow. THE WORLD WILL END IN A WALL OF WHITE.
3) I have a pint glass fuuuuuulllll of gin and tonic. Or it used to be. Not so much any more. Also, someday I need to get real barware, because even I know that drinking gin and tonic in a pint glass is nuts, especially when you can tell that you have about half a pint of gin in there. Possibly because you can tell this. Plus side: once you add the tonic, no one can tell what you are drinking. Down side: I once had two of these drinks, couldn't walk straight, and drove home anyway because the person whose house I was at thought that the second one had been water. I am such a genius when drunk. SO. SMRT.
4) I acted Like A Grownup today and made arrangements to roll my 401K over to an IRA. I even considered that at some point I need to assume that America will still be in one piece when I reach seventy and take a personal finance course. OH GOD I AM OLD. This is why I am drinking, but then again, drinking gin and tonic isn't exactly the same as drinking Aftershock or Sex On The Beach: drinking gin just reinforces the idea that you are not young. Fuuuuuck, I need to have a Malibu and Coke.
5) I considered my tag list and found it Good, but then I realised that I want the tag "the last kmart in mordor" or possibly "the last kmart before mordor" and I have no idea what that tag would mean. Perhaps it might be for when people, such as myself, do what the cool kids call "staying classy"? The line, though, amuses me. Goal: make tag list far more fannish; stop with Simpsons references.
6) Oh, this was awesome! So the news is running segments on people bitching about how SDOT isn't plowing residential streets because (hey, get this!) SDOT has decided that the 1500 miles of primary/secondary roads they have to deal with are kind of more important because that's where more traffic will be, and the news, being the lovely people they are, are interviewing Concerned Citizens who think that it is a gosh-darned cocksmoking shame that their streets aren't plowed. So I went to SDOT's page and used their "contact us!" form to say thank you for the work they're doing, and I got a reply back that was a) written by a real person; b) very enthusiastic that I was saying thank you; c) was going to not just one but two agencies working on keeping our roads as clear as they have done. It was super awesome, and it delighted me even more than the results on my other thank you letters have done. Bottom line: thank people doing hard work, because they love you right back.
I feel all warm and fuzzy. And I even did before I started drinking.
ETA: Something that completely mystifies me: sideburns. Seriously. What the fuck is that about?
Short, to the point, and with no shmoop.
1)
beachan posted new reclists that include awesome fics I have not before seen. Given that my current OTP is 2) The snow melted some today. Unfortunately, it's now frozen solid, but it's quite possible there is ground there. Underneath the fucking FOOT of accumulated snow. Bad news: more snow tomorrow. THE WORLD WILL END IN A WALL OF WHITE.
3) I have a pint glass fuuuuuulllll of gin and tonic. Or it used to be. Not so much any more. Also, someday I need to get real barware, because even I know that drinking gin and tonic in a pint glass is nuts, especially when you can tell that you have about half a pint of gin in there. Possibly because you can tell this. Plus side: once you add the tonic, no one can tell what you are drinking. Down side: I once had two of these drinks, couldn't walk straight, and drove home anyway because the person whose house I was at thought that the second one had been water. I am such a genius when drunk. SO. SMRT.
4) I acted Like A Grownup today and made arrangements to roll my 401K over to an IRA. I even considered that at some point I need to assume that America will still be in one piece when I reach seventy and take a personal finance course. OH GOD I AM OLD. This is why I am drinking, but then again, drinking gin and tonic isn't exactly the same as drinking Aftershock or Sex On The Beach: drinking gin just reinforces the idea that you are not young. Fuuuuuck, I need to have a Malibu and Coke.
5) I considered my tag list and found it Good, but then I realised that I want the tag "the last kmart in mordor" or possibly "the last kmart before mordor" and I have no idea what that tag would mean. Perhaps it might be for when people, such as myself, do what the cool kids call "staying classy"? The line, though, amuses me. Goal: make tag list far more fannish; stop with Simpsons references.
6) Oh, this was awesome! So the news is running segments on people bitching about how SDOT isn't plowing residential streets because (hey, get this!) SDOT has decided that the 1500 miles of primary/secondary roads they have to deal with are kind of more important because that's where more traffic will be, and the news, being the lovely people they are, are interviewing Concerned Citizens who think that it is a gosh-darned cocksmoking shame that their streets aren't plowed. So I went to SDOT's page and used their "contact us!" form to say thank you for the work they're doing, and I got a reply back that was a) written by a real person; b) very enthusiastic that I was saying thank you; c) was going to not just one but two agencies working on keeping our roads as clear as they have done. It was super awesome, and it delighted me even more than the results on my other thank you letters have done. Bottom line: thank people doing hard work, because they love you right back.
I feel all warm and fuzzy. And I even did before I started drinking.
ETA: Something that completely mystifies me: sideburns. Seriously. What the fuck is that about?
