The Happiness Thread

Yes, but they're masters of the trade. They got rid of that bum, Verlander (who went 4-1 leading the Astros to the World Championship (and married Kate Upton)) and got Perez, Rogers and Cameron, whose minor-league careers are the stuff of legend.

 

Not sure. I work near the airport so I don't actually go into the city, but from what I've heard it's pretty typical. Of course, the national news just can't resist shitting all over the city and its fans despite the fact that everyone else celebrates too. But we're used to that

 

I'm sure it's just me, but the way this is phrased makes me think the next paragraph will be about how you buried her lifeless body behind the shed, but you didn't dig the grave deep enough and the dogs dug her up.

 

Nope, she is with some guy up in Pinetop/Lakeside area (30-40 mi. south of here).

 

Why can't you run through a campground? You can only have ran, because it's past tents.

 

You guys are awful.
Always jumping to the darkest of conclusions.
Though to set the record a bit less stilted in favor
of your macabre theories, I took her home. And there
was no involvement of a shovel, though there was
a few well given pleasures.

 

OK, since @Cave Troll was brave and posted a lovely memory, I'll post a lovely one too. (Calm yourselves, it's not that kind of memory. )

It is a lovely memory of the sweetest thing a guy ever did for me:

Flashback to... [whoosh]

Me: sick as hell, confined to my apartment with vertigo so bad the room spun if I sat in a chair, watched TV, or tried to read. Siting on the floor in my bedroom because being closer to the ground made me less dizzy. Talking on the phone with Him, a musician I'd just met via phone a couple of weeks before the vertigo got bad.

He knew I was sick but not how bad (I hadn't planned to tell him--was just going to let things go away), and he was concerned because we'd been emailing and he hadn't heard back from me. Meanwhile, his band went on the road, so he called me from the road on a day off:

Him: "God, you must be going stir-crazy."
Me (Eyes closed, because for some reason speaking with them open made the room spin): "Yep."
Him: "Can you listen to music?"
Me: "I haven't tried it lately. The radio made me dizzy."
Him: "What about something simple, like one instrument?"
Me: "Maybe, I haven't tried it."
Him: What's your favorite song?

I mumbled the name of my favorite song, an obscure B-side that never appeared on an album. (I won't mention the song or the artist, because it's obscure enough that people would know it's me.)

He knew the song; it was one of his favorites, too. Cynical me thought that was probably a line. Thank God I didn't say that out loud.

I didn't know he had his acoustic guitar until he started to play the song for me. And sang it to me.

So, there I am, sitting on the floor of my room, eyes closed, dizzy as hell, leaning against my vanity table because it was a solid immovable object, listening to this sweet guy singing me my favorite song to make me feel better.

He had an amazing voice, and I knew he was going to be a rock star.

Then he sang me another so I could sleep. That one, I'll tell you: It was "One" by U2.

Shitty time, lovely memory.

He called and emailed me from the rest of the tour.

About a year and a half later, he became successful. Later, Grammy nominated.

He was most definitely the one who got away.

 

Wait wait, wait, hold the phone. Time right out here... Is this the first time we see a HARD OF HEARING CHARACTER IN A VIDEOGAME!?!

 

Nope. My eyes are not teary from this touchy story. No way. You can't prove a thing!

Though there is a lacking in corpse burying here as well!

I'd share a memory as well - but I'm as much of a killer as most people in here, and I can't complain about the lack of corpses unless I'm going to make good on it myself. Sorry

 

When I hear "One" I still hear him singing it instead of Bono.

 

Sweet, kind, generous, and talented? AND SUCCESSFUL?

Track him down, rope him in, and keep him happy. And he will keep you happy.

 

I know, right? Weeeeeeell, fate had other ideas. It was a while ago, so now he's married with kids to the girl who dumped him right before we met. (Guess that part should be in the "Not Happy" thread.) He was lovely, though, and is probably a fantastic husband to her, so hopefully she's as good to him.

 

LOL! No, not Bruce. But I do agree about him and Patti.

 

They do!

DJ @Cave Troll & the Dapper Minstrels?

Or

The Dapper Minstrels Featuring DJ Cave Troll ? Yeah, I think that's the ticket.

 

Ooh, I know it doesn't apply to our Minstrel, but the associations of that word might not go down so well in certain areas

 

And what associations, pray tell, would that be?

 

From Wikipedia:

See also Spike Lee's vastly underrated film Bamboozled, which I believe may be available on YouTube if your usual movie source fails you.

And to reiterate, I'm attributing none of that to our Minstrel.

 

Dyed my hair bright turquoise today (And some day I'll be able to spell turquoise right on the first try.) It was supposed to be a bit bluer and ended up a bit greener, which I reckon is because the bleach wasn't quite strong enough to render my hair properly blond. It's my first time using Manic Panic dye rather than some drugstore type crap, though, and I'm fully in love. Great color, didn't fuck up my hair texture, actually smells kind of nice instead of like death, didn't stain my tub and everything I managed to splatter it on because I'm a child with finger paints. No complaints!

 

Except that it turned your hair turquoise...

 

The only problem I had with having blue-ish hair was that I would need to touch it up every week or I'd just look like I was going grey, and not like an attractive grey either. That and the colour rubbing off on my pillows. So two problems, but still worth it.