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novembersmith) wrote2008-11-04 07:46 am
novembersmith) wrote2008-11-04 07:46 am
He loves you and he loves your mama
So, my life lately has been a stunning mix of FREAKING AWESOME and HOSHIT THIS BLOWS. It's like Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. I am hoping today is a cucumber day, but what with how things are going, it'll probably be toe nails. Maybe compost.
Seriously, though. PANIC AT THE DISCO! I went to go see the Rock Band Live show with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fictionalfaerie and lo, it was AWESOME. Also, my love for Ashley, which was already considerable, has been magnified like a billion fold. You guys, she is adorable. The line to worship her starts here. There was a lot of driving and rambling and then a lot of cooing at the stage. We share a hive mind, in case you didn't know, and I think we both have the exact same picture of the lighting effects--I, personally, am bored by Dashboard Confessional. Intensely bored, to the point where during their show, I was looking around at the lighting, all, this is really amazing, how the little spotlights swoop down, synchronized and spinning and flashing different colors. It's like the Sugarplum Fairies in Fantasia! And meanwhile Chris Carraba is wailing around on stage about something, and I'm taking a picture of my favorite spotlight and Ashley looks over all, I JUST TOOK THAT PICTURE, LOL. Hilarious. Um. Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was hilarious. I nearly bust something laughing.
AND THEN THERE WAS PANIC AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY WORDS. Except that to note, in some bewilderment, that I think Frank's pornstache has infected me with terrible, terrible taste in men, because SPENCER SMITH, CALL ME. CALL ME WITH YOUR SKEEVY, MOUSTACHIOED FACE. I seriously am having an epic wave of love for Spencer, lately, and this just intensified it. During the number where Brendon plays the drums (BRENDON IS SUCH A SHOWOFF, YOU GUYS, I'M SURPRISED HE DIDN'T BREAK OUT THE ZITHER), Spencer was beaming at him all adoring and UGH and then Spencer was playing Brendon's tiny drumset during Shout! and then SPENCER SMITH STARTING SINGING AND BRENDON WAS BEAMING AT HIM AND MY HEART EXPLODED. On the top of the list of things I did not expect to see at a Panic show was a moshpit, but dude, guys. There was totally some moshin' going on during Shout! (BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING) and elbows flailing and ugh, it was basically just the most brilliant thing ever. A LITTLE BIT LOUDER NOW.
To sum: Panic is the most darling band ever, and I'm not even joking. They're so fucking thrilled to be onstage, and not just onstage, but onstage together. Ryan Ross. I keep thinking you're not my favorite and then you look out into the audience with this little disbelieving smile and I melt into heart-shaped goo. You guys. RYAN ROSS. And JON WALKER. And okay, I firmly, truly believe that fandom!Brendon is pretty much an approximation of RL!Brendon, because that kid just bounced all over the fucking stage, beaming and rambling and getting in everyone's face and I adore him to the power of eleventy billion.
But yes, so that was my Tuesday, and then there were ten thousand exams, and then I got back an exam that I'd studied so so hard for, and did so poorly on, and also MY ABSENTEE BALLOT NEVER CAME IN EVEN THOUGH I APPLIED EARLY AND I AM SO UNHAPPY ABOUT THIS I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU. YOU GUYS, VOTE EXTRA HARD FOR ME. I am trying to somehow make up for not getting to vote by convincing my Republican cousin to vote Democrat as a late birthday present to me. This may be... ethically askew. I am unsure of the legality of guilting someone into voting for me, but WHAT THE HEY. It probably won't work anyway, because I love my cousin, but he is a lazy sod.
But anyway, after that quagmire of sleeplessness and terrible, my brother got into town! He's been here all weekend, and I took him into NYC to see Central Park, and Broadway, and the whole of the city laid out beneath the Empire State Building. It was fantastic, and I may be a giant sentimental twit, but I first went to NYC when I was twenty, and it was like a whole world opened up for me, glittering and frenetic and grandiose, that I'd known existed intellectually, but really being there, seeing it--it was something else. And I got to give that to my brother, who's never been to the Northeast at all, for his twentieth birthday, and it was so much fun, we had such a blast being nerds and singing Billy Joel songs from Oliver and Co. and getting lost in Central Park, scarfing down hot dogs and watching the sun set, standing in line at the TKTS booth for Spamalot tickets and watching Broadway bubbling past. Then I got us lost in the Subway for like an hour, but DETAILS. I've missed having Brandon around, just hanging out and goofing off. We ambled around campus, looking at all the Hogwarts-esque architecture and sprawling greens, and then we went back to my apartment and watched the new Indiana Jones movie and spazzed out about how WE'D JUST SEEN THOSE PLACES OMG OMG and stuffed our faces with pizza. The best day ever.
But really, the point of all that ramble is to say, I saw Blue Man Group with Brandon on Sunday, and now I want, with all the fire of my soul, an AU where Ryan Ross cracks under the pressure of stardom and RUNS AWAY TO BE A BLUE MAN. And he's like, the BEST BLUE MAN EVER. To a fault, because when he does the unblinking stare burly firefighters wet themselves. Maybe an AU where Ryan was a Blue Man in high school before othe band or something, I dunno, and Brendon discovers his dark sekrit and is all AHHH TERRIFYING AND YET...AROUSING? IDEK, guys. I just know that I want to cover Ryan in blue paint, and watch him stare silently at people until they freak out and run away. THE HILARITY, GUYS. THE HILARITY.
In conclusion: VOTE. VOTE SO HARD IT LEAVES A MARK.
Seriously, though. PANIC AT THE DISCO! I went to go see the Rock Band Live show with
fictionalfaerie and lo, it was AWESOME. Also, my love for Ashley, which was already considerable, has been magnified like a billion fold. You guys, she is adorable. The line to worship her starts here. There was a lot of driving and rambling and then a lot of cooing at the stage. We share a hive mind, in case you didn't know, and I think we both have the exact same picture of the lighting effects--I, personally, am bored by Dashboard Confessional. Intensely bored, to the point where during their show, I was looking around at the lighting, all, this is really amazing, how the little spotlights swoop down, synchronized and spinning and flashing different colors. It's like the Sugarplum Fairies in Fantasia! And meanwhile Chris Carraba is wailing around on stage about something, and I'm taking a picture of my favorite spotlight and Ashley looks over all, I JUST TOOK THAT PICTURE, LOL. Hilarious. Um. Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was hilarious. I nearly bust something laughing.AND THEN THERE WAS PANIC AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY WORDS. Except that to note, in some bewilderment, that I think Frank's pornstache has infected me with terrible, terrible taste in men, because SPENCER SMITH, CALL ME. CALL ME WITH YOUR SKEEVY, MOUSTACHIOED FACE. I seriously am having an epic wave of love for Spencer, lately, and this just intensified it. During the number where Brendon plays the drums (BRENDON IS SUCH A SHOWOFF, YOU GUYS, I'M SURPRISED HE DIDN'T BREAK OUT THE ZITHER), Spencer was beaming at him all adoring and UGH and then Spencer was playing Brendon's tiny drumset during Shout! and then SPENCER SMITH STARTING SINGING AND BRENDON WAS BEAMING AT HIM AND MY HEART EXPLODED. On the top of the list of things I did not expect to see at a Panic show was a moshpit, but dude, guys. There was totally some moshin' going on during Shout! (BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING) and elbows flailing and ugh, it was basically just the most brilliant thing ever. A LITTLE BIT LOUDER NOW.
To sum: Panic is the most darling band ever, and I'm not even joking. They're so fucking thrilled to be onstage, and not just onstage, but onstage together. Ryan Ross. I keep thinking you're not my favorite and then you look out into the audience with this little disbelieving smile and I melt into heart-shaped goo. You guys. RYAN ROSS. And JON WALKER. And okay, I firmly, truly believe that fandom!Brendon is pretty much an approximation of RL!Brendon, because that kid just bounced all over the fucking stage, beaming and rambling and getting in everyone's face and I adore him to the power of eleventy billion.
But yes, so that was my Tuesday, and then there were ten thousand exams, and then I got back an exam that I'd studied so so hard for, and did so poorly on, and also MY ABSENTEE BALLOT NEVER CAME IN EVEN THOUGH I APPLIED EARLY AND I AM SO UNHAPPY ABOUT THIS I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU. YOU GUYS, VOTE EXTRA HARD FOR ME. I am trying to somehow make up for not getting to vote by convincing my Republican cousin to vote Democrat as a late birthday present to me. This may be... ethically askew. I am unsure of the legality of guilting someone into voting for me, but WHAT THE HEY. It probably won't work anyway, because I love my cousin, but he is a lazy sod.
But anyway, after that quagmire of sleeplessness and terrible, my brother got into town! He's been here all weekend, and I took him into NYC to see Central Park, and Broadway, and the whole of the city laid out beneath the Empire State Building. It was fantastic, and I may be a giant sentimental twit, but I first went to NYC when I was twenty, and it was like a whole world opened up for me, glittering and frenetic and grandiose, that I'd known existed intellectually, but really being there, seeing it--it was something else. And I got to give that to my brother, who's never been to the Northeast at all, for his twentieth birthday, and it was so much fun, we had such a blast being nerds and singing Billy Joel songs from Oliver and Co. and getting lost in Central Park, scarfing down hot dogs and watching the sun set, standing in line at the TKTS booth for Spamalot tickets and watching Broadway bubbling past. Then I got us lost in the Subway for like an hour, but DETAILS. I've missed having Brandon around, just hanging out and goofing off. We ambled around campus, looking at all the Hogwarts-esque architecture and sprawling greens, and then we went back to my apartment and watched the new Indiana Jones movie and spazzed out about how WE'D JUST SEEN THOSE PLACES OMG OMG and stuffed our faces with pizza. The best day ever.
But really, the point of all that ramble is to say, I saw Blue Man Group with Brandon on Sunday, and now I want, with all the fire of my soul, an AU where Ryan Ross cracks under the pressure of stardom and RUNS AWAY TO BE A BLUE MAN. And he's like, the BEST BLUE MAN EVER. To a fault, because when he does the unblinking stare burly firefighters wet themselves. Maybe an AU where Ryan was a Blue Man in high school before othe band or something, I dunno, and Brendon discovers his dark sekrit and is all AHHH TERRIFYING AND YET...AROUSING? IDEK, guys. I just know that I want to cover Ryan in blue paint, and watch him stare silently at people until they freak out and run away. THE HILARITY, GUYS. THE HILARITY.
In conclusion: VOTE. VOTE SO HARD IT LEAVES A MARK.