so obviously the problem with listening to country music too much is that it is a constant reminder of my wayward youth growing up on a farm in virginia, and all the stupid shit i used to get up to while my poor mother ran after me waving her hands in the air shouting things like, ”why are there eggs on the garage door????” and, “HOW did you end up in LOUISA COUNTY??? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN SCHOOL,” and, “YOU’RE GOING TO GET THE PLAGUE IF YOU DON’T GET THAT PIGEON BLOOD OF YOUR HANDS.”
- just girly things!
anyway, i’ve been thinking about my mother.
THINGS I HAVE LEARNED FROM MY MOTHER:
- all my best swear words
- how to make midnight snacks with nothing but condiments, weird leftovers, and a goddamn dream
- how to take a shot without flinching
- The Drunk Dance (CLAP YA HANDS)
- every word to every joni mitchell song
- 7 alternative spellings of the word “laugh”
- how to BETRAY your FAMILY by leaving them to DIE ALONE in FIRES.
the year was 2005. my dad brought eleven of his students to spend the night at my mom’s house (my parents are amicably divorced) because they were flying out of DC early the next day and my mother was closer to the airport by about 4 hours. they were all asleep in the rooms upstairs; i had slept on the couch, my father in the guest room, and my aunt in her apartment (which was attached to the kitchen).
the point is: we had a full house, and my mother decided to make everybody a big farm breakfast. which would have been a really sweet gesture, except of course that the stove in the house is incredibly temperamental and sometimes lights things on fire that aren’t meant to be on fire.
- SORRY ABOUT YOUR SHIRT, SKIP
"SHIT," said my mother.
i woke up, somewhat groggily, to the fire alarm. “is the house on fire?” i asked.
"EVERYTHING’S FINE," said my mother.
"is the house on fire?"
"IT’S UNDER CONTROL," said my mother.
i got off the couch, rubbing my dear sweet little 12-year-old eyes, not yet aware that i was about to be faced with the terrible truth about my own position in the household hierarchy. my stepdad was in the kitchen, fanning smoke out of the windows, while my mother poked at charred bacon.
i sat down at the island, stretching my hands out to steal a pancake. “hey,” i said through a mouthful, suddenly noticing: “where are the jerrys?”
Five minutes into tonight’s Walking Dead—
Me: OH NO NO NO NO NO NO
Whenever I see college students at the train stations, I get a pang of longing to still be one of them, carrying a backpack full of books to class and ten years younger, brimming with promise.
Then I remember the whole thing about actually getting paid for my work and not having homework on weekends, and I feel okay about being old.
An ask conversation I’ve been having this evening has made me think about how great fandom can be. I mean sure there’s fights about ships and sometimes groups get mad at each other but on the whole fandom is a pretty awesome thing. I mean think about it, fandom is a community of people who may or may not live anywhere remotely near each other, who come together because they like a thing. And so many good and unexpected things can happen to these people, because they like a thing and participate in its fandom.
So hey tumblr, if you’re into it, reblog this and tell me a nice fandom story, or send me an ask I can publish. Something cool that happened in your life because you were in a fandom. Did you meet someone rad? Start learning to write fiction so you could write better fic of your favorite characters? Decide to become an artist because people encouraged your fanart? Are you super proud of your cosplay and got lots of compliments at a con? Does being in a fandom just make you really goddamn happy?? Tell me (and thus tumblr) about it!!
Fandoms fight a whole freaking lot and get a bad rap because of it. So let’s tell each other about the positive things we’ve gained/experienced because of fandom. Come on y’all it might be fun!
greetings neighborhood ne’er do wells.
i know that it is a day to celebrate this country’s freedom.
but i would like to bring to your attention the fact that the sale, transport, and use of fireworks in this jurisdiction except as pursuant to a permit issued by a local, county, or state governmental body for a public exhibition are all ridiculously illegal actions.
you are guilty of a petty disorderly persons offense and while that does not incur time in the slammer your brazen disregard for the law will be noted.
happy fourth of july you shameless criminals.
just try and stop me
PERHAPS WE CAN PUT THIS TO A VOTE.
DEMOCRACY IS WHAT FREEDOM IS ALL ABOUT.