Some of you may remember I have a thing for beautiful and nostalgic short films.
This is my new favourite:
Imagine emails and 2,853 text messages flying around and you’ve got the first 5 months of Sarge and me. Complete with trains and shyness.
And now I want paper airplanes at the wedding!
What made you happy today?
Finally, there exists a Shit People Say to People With Disabilities video:
When I was single, and I got ‘the sex question’ as an unsuccessful pickup line, the conversation would go something like this:
Moron: Can you have sex?
Me: Yes, but if you have to ask, I won’t be having it with you.
Dear Readers/supporters of our mawidge,
And so, on Friday, Sarge and I were sitting around talking wedding music with my Dad and Anne. Our song is ‘The Book of Love’, and that’s what I’d like to walk/roll/whatever down the aisle to. (We’d like to get piped out after the deed is done, but that’s possibly another post.)
The thing is this. I like the Peter Gabriel version:
And Sarge likes the Magnetic Fields’ original:
And so so, we thought we’d put it to a vote.
Which do you like?
Since we are the ones getting married, we reserve the right to rig the vote, but thought this would be fun.
Have at it!
The Butterfly and The Penguin (that would be us. Hi.)
PS. We first heard this on a road-trip with friends, and not on Scrubs. Neither of us were really into it, and missed the final episode. There’s that, too.
I love this video:
And this one:
And I LOVE this face:
Sarge! My best-ever and not-so recent Internet find. And he let me Instagram this photo and post it even though he's shy. That's love right there.
Share some of the groovy stuff you’ve found on the Internet, if you’d like!
This one is for Sarge, who said last week that he loves me more than penguins. Which means a lot. It also means, I win!
I also happen to think the title of the song is perfect for us.
And I have a bloody good excuse for not posting yesterday. Really. Words to follow…
I’ve decided that the only way to get a more random selection of songs than my version of this list is to ask me what song is playing in my head at any given time. Don’t worry, I won’t make a series out of that trunk of tenuous connections.
I associate this beautiful song with a very ugly, but appropriate to the song time in my life. To this day when I find it on, I must skip it, turn it off or have a moment to myself.
I don’t even understand why this has its own day, but here you go:
And, here’s another one. I’m not being ironic, I just hate this song, too:
My quietude may be attributed to:
A. Getting old(er).
2. Going gallivanting, and being out of range.
iii. Getting a job. I now work to make the world a more accessible place. Yes, really.
Or a mixture of all three. Yes, I know 30 is not old. I like being 30, it suits me. Although, I did recently have to write ‘I’m 30′ for the first time. I’d never seen it before. I wrote it, and I said: ‘Holy shit, I’m 30.’ After my shock, I’m good with it again. 30 has already given me a lot to be happy about.
I’ll write up the last few days when I have enough head-space, and enough caffeine in my system to do so.
I’ve been waiting until I’m actually 30 to do the 30 Days of Music, because I’m funny like that.
For now, here’s Billy Joel talking about one of my very favourite, epic-musical-event songs:
A little light relief…
This one goes out to the happy, tipsy, singing sixty-somethings on the bus this evening. And to all of you…