jensen ackles convinced the spn cast to do the harlem shake
This is amazing for so many reasons-the depressed teddy bear, Kevin Tran in the body bag, and most importantly, the fact that this was JENSEN’S idea. The one cast member with absolutely NO personal internet presence is actually one of us! Now, if we could only get him on Twitter. I can only imagine the tweets between J2 and Misha…
spn fandom, nine days left in hellatus
sherlock cast, seven days until filming starts
Of course, it’s not enough to enjoy the fact that Freeman and Cumberbatch are out spn’ing the SPN fandom by themselves.
I love these fucking fandoms…
EDITED BECAUSE REASONS…
it’s like clif is common sense and j2 is the spn fandom on tumblr… (not my pic, of course)
I was planning on attending rehearsal and sucking it up through the next two parades, but I got there and decided fuck it, and handed my uniform in. The universe decreed it so when BU beat Northeastern last night, granting us home ice in the playoffs. Let’s look at this realistically… No matter what scenario, I wouldn’t know about Sunday’s game until last minute Saturday night. If I had a choice between a parade I didn’t want to march in and a hockey game, I’d go to the hockey game. Since I wasn’t going to be able to go to the parade on the 17th (the big one), hanging around for the parade on the 24th was kind of pointless.
Yeah. Tough choice, that.
I did some research for my interviews tomorrow, but I forgot to take my pills this morning and got kind of sick. I tweaked my back on Thursday, and I’ve been paying for it ever since. My priority this morning was to unlock my back, not take care of the bipolar. Now my back hurts AND I’m in withdrawal. (I hate those damn pills. There’s no reason that missing one day of them should make me so sick, but they do.)
So, yeah… I got lost in Johnlock earlier today and then, just as I thought I was in the clear, I stumbled upon the Sherlock fandom’s take on The Hobbit. How great is it - really - when your OPT is in two things together, in totally different settings? The “text” from Cumbersmaug just cracked me up, and I really needed that giggle. Of course, then I saw the marshmalloooooow screen cap, and that seemed much more valuable than any thing I had to say.
I missed Soulmate Boy’s birthday again. I suppose if I could find the energy to go through the boxes that contain the last three years of my life, I’d find the birthday card I was writing out right before I got tossed to the curb. Oh well, I suppose I can get him a ‘happy belated birthday’ card…
I think I’m going to put on some Doctor Who and try to take a nap.
i literally laughed my ass off at these two for about twenty minutes. cumbersmaug!
Some days, all that there is to say is Marshmalloooooow! Right, Cumberbatch?
can’t. handle. the. cuteness.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I HATE applying for jobs in this brave, new, world. Yeah, the internet makes it easier for HR / recruiters, but it’s a bitch for job hunters. Why do I have to fill out twenty screens about my work history, etc. when it’s all in my resume? I swear, they must make it near impossible for the unemployed to apply just so they can limit the number of applicants.
The good news, if there is any, is that I’ve found a few international companies to apply for. The other good news is that I have the time to do nothing but take over an hour to fill out one freaking job application on line.
I don’t know… I’ve had some interesting positions placed in front of me from some different recruiters. Maybe there’s a light at the end of the (very short?) tunnel. I don’t know yet…
I had to cancel my plans to go to London for Nick’s wedding. It was too expensive to fly overseas and since I wanted to pay for everything the day it went on the card, it would have eaten up cash reserves we may need until I can find a job. I guess I’m glad we waited for the invite before we solidified our plans… I didn’t want to go into debt for this especially since I don’t know if we’d even be able to make the minimum card payments…
I also quit the Muchachos this morning. Not a happy decision and not a quick one. The bass line never had the same line up, we only met once every two weeks, and it’s hard to practice (let alone memorize) when you don’t have the passion. I’ve been frustrated since our second rehearsal, and it’s just not fun for me. It breaks my heart to make this choice, too, but I just don’t care anymore. I’d chalk it up to post job-loss depression, but this started back in November. I feel bad that I’m letting them down… I really am. We have two big parades coming up this month, but I just can’t find the energy to even care that I’m letting them down. (“Oh! Look! There goes the last fuck I give!” as the kids on tumblr say.)
I’m cutting friends out of my life because they can’t bother to be there when I need them (see yesterday’s entry), so why should I keep anything else in my life that doesn’t bring me joy?
Also, anytime I see Bibbety Bobbety Chumbawumba’s real name, a certain song plays on my iPod / iTunes, and once in a restaurant. WTF, universe? Those days are LONG past. Can you give up on the torture now? Cumberbabe’s not even related to that time period… they just happen to share three letters! Three stupid, insignificant letters. Grrrrrr…