Five Fish And A Ukelele
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Today I found out that my contract at my horrid temp job has ended. Hopefully this means that the universe is going to reward me with work that doesn't involve feeling my IQ drop by the minute, and dealing with Dicks.
Anyway, I have fabulous adventures to relate to you!
On Friday I headed off to celebrate the birthday of the excellent
playwithfyr , aka Pyro but mostly aka Play. It was a Fish Birthday Meetup, with Isi and Bec and Lisa, oh my, all there too.
Me: *arrives*
altogetherisi : Thank god you're here. They don't like Lady Gaga!
r_hayburn : Would you like a glow in the dark gecko?
lisaheron : Why is the ukelele being like this?
playwithfyr : It's okay, Lal is here now to be the Responsible Adult.
Everyone: *looks doubtfully at Lal*
Me: I also go by "Corrupting Influence"?
We had barbecue food indoors, because the summer conspired against us. During the meal we talked about Many Things, such as pirates and demons and the Guardian of the Dead and booklust and memes. There was also debate on what constitutes shipping and what is some separate thing where you don't need anyone has to like each other or be happy, you just want them to have really, really hot makeouts. (I do not call this shipping)
Isi and I also told everyone about our RPS conversations, aka The Greatest Conversation Ever Had In A Starbucks Before An Adam Lambert Concert.
Isi: It's like Lal and I were saying, once you've slashed the President of the United States, there's no going back.
Me: Don't forget our metaphor! RPS is like a slippery slope...
Isi: But a slope into a really fun place. More like a slide...
Me and Isi: Like a ball-pit!
It's the truth, people.
Then we went out to the campfire and toasted marshmallows and made s'mores. I would say that it was the sugar high that made us go slightly crazy, but that would be a lie. A terrible lie.
People were supposed to be teaching me how to play the ukelele but we kept getting sidetracked by, well, everything. We did a LOT of singing. It turns out that you can sing almost any song in the world to 4 chords played on the ukelele. You haven't lived until you've heard Take On Me, Don't Stop Believing, No Happy Ending and Let It Be all sung together.
The plan had been to go inside and watch the first episode of Firefly (because there were people present there who hadn't seen it!) but the plan ended up devolving into Lal and Isi quote the first scene then fall asleep. This was after some discussion about how Bec might be a werecatapillar.
The next day Lisa thoughtfully woke Bec by jumping on her and then we had cookies for breakfast. That pretty much set the tone for the day. We were meant to be going on a picnic, but it was raining. A lot. But we were determined, so we packed the car full of food and set off.
Lisa: We are five fish and a ukelele. Sounds like a band!
Isi: Or a bad euphemism.
Play: The Bad Euphemisms would be a great name also.
Isi: In ~your~ endo...
Me: I'd like to double ~your~ entendre.
Bec: Now we have two album titles.
Then we sat in the in car, balanced food on every available surface and had a very fine picnic. We were occasionally beset by spies, and then the End Of the World (or at least the part where the sky turned into water and then fell on us) happened. But we sang the Zombie Song and braved it out.
Sadly then I had to leave. But, it was because it was Nat's birthday! We went to a huge family barbecue at his brother's girlfriend's father's house, and it was great! I made pistachio cupcakes for Nat, by the way, and it took a really, really long time. Turns out finely chopping 100g of pistachios without a blender will <i>break your spirit</i>. They are delicious, though!
I think the evening can best be summed up by this conversation, which I am naming A Treatise on the Perils of Drinking
Girl I have just met: Hey I like your necklace. It very much compliments your breasts.
Dude I have just Met: Even as a gay man, I can appreciate that those are very good breasts.
Me: Er, thank you?
DIHJM: I also like your top!
Me: Thank you! I like your top too!
DIHJM: You should come into this room and swap tops with me!
Me: OK!
So that was fun!
As for the rest of my life.
It looks like this. ALL THE TIME.
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ETA; YOU GUYS, WHY IS MY .GIF NOT GIFFING?
Anyway, I have fabulous adventures to relate to you!
On Friday I headed off to celebrate the birthday of the excellent
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Everyone: *looks doubtfully at Lal*
Me: I also go by "Corrupting Influence"?
We had barbecue food indoors, because the summer conspired against us. During the meal we talked about Many Things, such as pirates and demons and the Guardian of the Dead and booklust and memes. There was also debate on what constitutes shipping and what is some separate thing where you don't need anyone has to like each other or be happy, you just want them to have really, really hot makeouts. (I do not call this shipping)
Isi and I also told everyone about our RPS conversations, aka The Greatest Conversation Ever Had In A Starbucks Before An Adam Lambert Concert.
Isi: It's like Lal and I were saying, once you've slashed the President of the United States, there's no going back.
Me: Don't forget our metaphor! RPS is like a slippery slope...
Isi: But a slope into a really fun place. More like a slide...
Me and Isi: Like a ball-pit!
It's the truth, people.
Then we went out to the campfire and toasted marshmallows and made s'mores. I would say that it was the sugar high that made us go slightly crazy, but that would be a lie. A terrible lie.
People were supposed to be teaching me how to play the ukelele but we kept getting sidetracked by, well, everything. We did a LOT of singing. It turns out that you can sing almost any song in the world to 4 chords played on the ukelele. You haven't lived until you've heard Take On Me, Don't Stop Believing, No Happy Ending and Let It Be all sung together.
The plan had been to go inside and watch the first episode of Firefly (because there were people present there who hadn't seen it!) but the plan ended up devolving into Lal and Isi quote the first scene then fall asleep. This was after some discussion about how Bec might be a werecatapillar.
The next day Lisa thoughtfully woke Bec by jumping on her and then we had cookies for breakfast. That pretty much set the tone for the day. We were meant to be going on a picnic, but it was raining. A lot. But we were determined, so we packed the car full of food and set off.
Lisa: We are five fish and a ukelele. Sounds like a band!
Isi: Or a bad euphemism.
Play: The Bad Euphemisms would be a great name also.
Isi: In ~your~ endo...
Me: I'd like to double ~your~ entendre.
Bec: Now we have two album titles.
Then we sat in the in car, balanced food on every available surface and had a very fine picnic. We were occasionally beset by spies, and then the End Of the World (or at least the part where the sky turned into water and then fell on us) happened. But we sang the Zombie Song and braved it out.
Sadly then I had to leave. But, it was because it was Nat's birthday! We went to a huge family barbecue at his brother's girlfriend's father's house, and it was great! I made pistachio cupcakes for Nat, by the way, and it took a really, really long time. Turns out finely chopping 100g of pistachios without a blender will <i>break your spirit</i>. They are delicious, though!
I think the evening can best be summed up by this conversation, which I am naming A Treatise on the Perils of Drinking
Girl I have just met: Hey I like your necklace. It very much compliments your breasts.
Dude I have just Met: Even as a gay man, I can appreciate that those are very good breasts.
Me: Er, thank you?
DIHJM: I also like your top!
Me: Thank you! I like your top too!
DIHJM: You should come into this room and swap tops with me!
Me: OK!
So that was fun!
As for the rest of my life.
It looks like this. ALL THE TIME.
ETA; YOU GUYS, WHY IS MY .GIF NOT GIFFING?
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Date: 2010-08-17 03:43 pm (UTC)I have to say, I am still not convinced as to the non-creepiness of RPS. It just kind of weirds me out, I'm sorry, and the friends I have told about it rather agree. However, I did not tell them that there is slash fic in existence starring our president... mostly because I think their brains would explode. I just-- this is a thing which-- I don't even--
... yeah.
(HE'S THE PRESIDENT, FOR GOD'S SAKE. I mean, yes, he's very handsome and charismatic, but... THE PRESIDENT. Would you slash your prime minister? I mean, with good conscience on your side?)
Your life continues to amuse me endlessly. How do these things happen to you? They're all very hilarious.
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Date: 2010-08-17 08:44 pm (UTC)Well,
It's more that I read lots of fic ABOUT the President and it was awesome. So... I am not a tin-hatter, I don't actually think these people are doing the things in fic. IDK, sometimes I feel like a horrible creeper, but mostly I think that fiction is fiction, you know? I would not want not to have read so much of the amazing stories that I have, like
Also, with good conscience doesn't really come into it! But, hilariously, we were talking about that very situation, because basically all the newspapers were doing JUST THAT and one of my friends is in a fandom that does, so... I don't, because I find him hateful. Because, I think RPF goes along with a sense of loving a character?
I have no idea. I am a weirdness magnet or something :D
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Date: 2010-08-18 09:24 am (UTC)Like, I understand the CONCEPT of RPS, and why people would be into it... but to me it's just weird, because treating real people as characters just seems odd to me. I mean, I know we already tend to do that all the time - we define people, we give them identities, etc - but it seems too intentional of a simplification of real people. I think it's an interesting genre (?) conceptually, at least in the questions it raises about real people vs. people's ideas of real people vs. fictional characters, but I just feel like I am seriously invading on someone's life when I read it. EVEN THOUGH IT IS NOT THEIR ACTUAL LIFE.
But don't worry - of course we can still be friends. (After all, I did read your RPS fics... and adored them.)
...really? Lord. It's actually kind of interesting for me, having an attractive/likeable president for the first time in my personal life. Like, I feel this weird sense of national pride because of it. Or maybe it just feels weird because having any national pride as a result of our president has been essentially impossible for half of my entire life so far.
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Date: 2010-08-18 10:52 pm (UTC)So a scary steep slide into a ball pit is actually a really accurate metaphor. Also, because its easy to get stuck in ball pits, and never want to leave :P
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Date: 2010-08-19 04:47 am (UTC)I did enjoy Lal's fics, though, so... obviously I will read it if it's my friends writing it. It's just that... Lal is my only friend who writes fic, RPS or otherwise, so it's not like I'm going through much of it.
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Date: 2010-08-19 03:32 pm (UTC)Well, I never used to. I also sometimes feel creepy. Like, I don't really understand RPF about things that are really real? If you see what I mean? About real couples or whatever, that tends to make me feel weird. Sigh. This is clearly me drawing lines in the sand in my head but... Sorry, I doubt you wanted to get drawn into this debate!
Anyway, :D, I am glad that you liked them. Even though I hardly count those as RPF anymore.
We are jealous, let me tell you! Our Prime Minister is such a poshboy private school conservative. The Deputy (the guy he has to share power with) is pretty cool though. He speaks many languages! I like that in a person :D
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Date: 2010-08-19 04:46 pm (UTC)DOOOOO IIIIIIIT. Or just write anything, period. I suggest that.
Hey, it's all good. I'm sure one day I'll probably cross over into RPS and then I'll look back and go, What was all the fuss about?, but... for now I'll just stick with fictional characters.
Well, you might get on with my sister then - she speaks fluent German and Spanish, as well as some basic French. As you might imagine, this makes me feel a bit unimpressive with my mediocre Italian and patchy Japanese.
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Date: 2010-08-20 04:45 pm (UTC)I am! Now we have until November to think of a plot. At the moment all I have is "I just want to write them all sitting round chatting and mocking each other" which is what every fic of mine would look like if I had my way...
That is pretty cool, nonetheless :D
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Date: 2010-08-18 04:36 am (UTC)But that's because my prime minister is Stephen Harper, so.
I think I can be forgiven there.