Thursday, May 16, 2013

It’s like he doesn’t even try anymore…

i’d like to apologize in advance for my reaction when this man hits the screen on saturday.

After squealing like a stuck pig over my ability to score tickets to go see the most anticipated movie of May 2013 that I really don’t want to go see, I send the husband the email he had to be expecting: “CUMBERTREK!!!!!!!!!!!!!    Saturday. 12:30. Salisbury”

I get back: “sounds good”.

He can’t even be bothered to add caps. Or punctuation.

You know you’ve been together too long when he doesn’t even comment on the crazy. It’s like it’s expected now.

*sigh*

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Best. Husband. Evar.

i believe the phrase is either “hng” or “unf”

The husband is willingly taking me to see Star Trek Into Darkness because of my obsession with this fine man. Neither one of us have any interest in Star Trek, even though Quinto’s in it (and also the adorable Chris Pine… how has he not been on my radar?!?).

But.

I’ve been down in the dumps and it will give me a few hours of Benedistraction.

And he knows it, so he’ll suffer through my ridiculous fangirling every time the Cumbercutie is on screen.

He’s pretty awesome (my husband, not the Cumberbabe, although…) and some days I really wonder why he still hangs around here. I would have left a long time ago.

 

Monday, May 13, 2013

Fizz! Buzz! ‘Ave a banana!

brilliant!

Parts like this are EXACTLY why “Cabin Pressure” has become my New Favorite Thing.

I listened to all four series and the Christmas Special this past weekend when I drove to Albany and back… and we’re not even going to talk about how many times I’ve listened to bits and pieces of it since it fell on my radar.

Here’s a link to it on tumblr so you can hear the audio.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother’s Day and blow jobs

here’s some matt smith to break up the sherlock / cumberpr0n

“But you know who else deserves it?  The women who have struggled to be, or are still struggling to be moms.  The women who want children but just aren’t in a safe place in life to have them.  The women who don’t want kids and have to listen to a bunch of bullshit about how you’re only worthwhile if you’ve pushed a human out of your vagina.  The women who miss the children they once had.  The women who miss the children they lost before they ever met them.  The women who gave up their children so their child could have a better life than they could provide.  The women who were raised motherless, or with shitty mothers, or who have lost their mothers and are reminded of how alone they feel.  Mother’s Day is a confusing, weird, very-seldom-wrapped-up-with-a-nice-commercial-bow sort of day, and as for me, I salute you all – mothers or not…you’re here.  You’re alive.  You continue to survive.  You are worthwhile and wonderful.  Never forget that.” - The amazing Jenny Lawson

Whether it’s about depression, anxiety, or Mother’s Day, a woman I’ve only met once (and for 5 minutes if that) continues to tell me what I need to hear even when I don’t know I need to hear it.

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We all know I’m not quiet about the fact that my mother died. That she made my life miserable. Or even that she’s been gone for too many years for my feelings about her to remain this unresolved…

Suffice it to say, I fucking HATE Mother’s Day.

A guy I know, a really young kid, texted me today and wished me a happy Mother’s Day. Even though he picked my brain about The Crazy frequently, I don’t think we ever talked about the choice I made to be child-free. THAT’S not really ever a topic up for discussion.

You want to know about the bipolar? About my fucked up relationship with my mother? About my weird obsession with Johnlock and the actors who fleshed out the characters so brilliantly? Even my quasi-self-harming?

Open. Book.

But kids? Not so much.

Honestly, I’d rather spend hours talking to you about why so many pr0ny fanfic writers never have their characters swallow. Seriously. (This topic REALLY bothered me this morning. Like REALLY bothered me. Ask J. I wouldn’t stop talking about it, and I’m still really curious.)

Wait. What?

How the hell did I go from being all “I hate Mother’s Day” to talking about blow jobs?

Yet another one of life’s great mysteries…

Let’s get back on track, shall we?

There’s been a couple of things going on this week that have pushed this to the forefront.

1) A’s text.

2) MKS’ post about being child-free and why it’s nobody’s fucking business.

3) The actual holiday

4) Having a recruiter tell me that the photo on this entry shouldn’t be my profile picture on LinkedIn because “it might send the wrong message”.

5) The sad fact that there are so many members of The Dead Parents Club and that the majority of them are missing their mothers today.

6) Picking up the “Wonderful Wallaby” again… which inspired this Facebook status: I’m knitting a “Wonderful Wallaby” for a little person who honestly melts my heart in a way no child has ever been able to.

7) Realizing that this July marks four years of friendship with Black Mountain Symphony, and remembering C-Rollz’ reaction when I told him kids were never going to happen.

And you know what?

I started writing this entry to talk about why being motherless and child-free on Mother’s Day sucks. (Even though I’ve got “kids”, they’re always brushed off because they’re “just” animals.)

Only to discover that I STILL don’t want to talk about it.

Blow jobs, however?

Fair game.

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Cabin Pressure meets Doctor Who

It’s like the British have something against apples…

Exhibit# 1:
Arthur: Apples!

Douglas: Ah, no, please spare us the crisp crunch of the first bite of an apple.

Arthur: No, no, of course not, no one really likes apples. That would be like liking… wood.
- Cabin Pressure: Fitton



Exhibit # 2
I hate apples. Apples are rubbish. - Eleven