I think that banana bread is a very hobbit-like food. I could imagine Bilbo having a slice with his tea. The thing is I cannot for the life of me imagine a fucking banana in Middle-Earth. They don’t belong there. Solution: banana bread just spawns in the Shire and no one fucking knows where it comes from
Venue owner honest god just fucking told me I had to go find the “lanky, scruffy guy with brown hair in a plaid button-up and thick glasses” at open mic comedy night.
Imagine you went to a drag show and someone earnestly asked you to go backstage and get the person wearing a wig and glitter eyeshadow for them. That’s what I’m working with here.
“There are old poops who will say that you do not become a grown-up until you have somehow survived, as they have, some famous calamity – the Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam, whatever. Storytellers are responsible for this destructive, not to say suicidal, myth. Again and again in stories, after some terrible mess, the character is able to say at last, ‘Today I am a woman. Today I am a man. The end.’
When I got home from the Second World War, my Uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he said, 'You’re a man now.’ So I killed him. Not really, but I certainly felt like doing it.
Dan, that was my bad uncle, who said a male can’t be a man unless he’d gone to war.
But I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father’s kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, 'If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’
So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’”
chakotay’s the funniest guy alive for stepping foot on voyager seeing janeway and tuvok and being like fuck the maquis i need to form a toxic situationship with these two IMMEDIATELY
my dark twisted secret is i always use my turn signals whenever possible because i believe they were included in vehicles for a reason. i’m a bit of a freak this way. a weirdo
many funny and true things going on in the notes. but also
