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I fucking love weddings.

I fucking love my friends' weddings.

I fucking love my friends' weddings when they're so obviously crazy about each other and so cute you can't stand it and you just know it's gonna be one of THOSE marriages where they're still gonna be all cute and gross when they're in their sixties or something.

Yeah that, lol.

Anyway, again, my congratulations to deliriumdeva and renegadethumper. Y'all throw one hell of a party, and you two are going to have one hell of a marriage in the best way possible.

And now I'm going to throw my sore ass carcass into a hot shower. Dancing in even low heels is murder, not to mention I've spent the better part of today in a tight bodice and some very high rise control top pantyhose. Looking fabulous ain't easy, yo.



...oh, shit, the next one's gonna be ours. O_o Tough act to follow, I tell ya.

Big Ship Sinking

Hey, they built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue
A sadder ship the waters never knew
She was on her maiden trip, when an iceberg hit the ship
It was sad when the big ship went down

It was sad (It was sad!)
It was sad (It was sad)
It was sad when the big ship went down
To the bottom of
The husbands and wives and the children lost their lives
It was sad when the big ship went down

Another example of a children's song that's a little horrifying when you step back from it. Especially since the tune its sung to is this catchy upbeat little thing that doesn't match the lyrics at all.

But yeah, 100 years ago last night, 1600 people died so that James Cameron could make a shitton of money 85 years later.

..I kid. Much like cell23 is OBSESSED with the Molasses Flood of 1919, Titanic is kind of my pet disaster. (Well, that and the Malbone Street Wreck). It started with a National Geographic article in 1986 that spooked me so hard I had to hide the issue from myself for years and quite frankly when I run across it at my parents' house, it still gives me the screaming wooblies. Reading about Titanic at the time (I was about Kidzilla's age, maybe a titch older) was sort of my first understanding that I was going to DIE someday and quite possibly in a horrible way like this. There are reasons why I have never set foot on a cruise ship. Recent accidents and disease outbreaks haven't exactly helped with that, although since there is now a cruise ship out there with a full water coaster on it, I might now be tempted.

but yeah, this ship and its ghostly legacy haunted me for years, and I would read almost anything I could get my hands on about it, I watched A Night to Remember several times (in terms of human interest and less in terms of eye-popping special effects, it is the superior Titanic movie) and would pore over picture collections of items they brought up from the wreck after they found it. And then the James Cameron movie came out and there was that Celine Don monstrosity of a love song with nonsensical lyrics and wellp, I totally pulled the hipster "AAAAGH TOO MAINSTREAM DONE NOW" move.

To be fair, I actually love that movie. The costuming is pornographically beautiful and once you get past the first hour of silly love story (though it had its moments - "draw me like one of your french girls, Jack" is still one of the sexiest lines ever) and hamhanded class commentary ("Ewwww, Kathy Bates is all NEW MONEY and shit, how dare her hat be bigger than ours!") once the boat is all "fuck this love nonsense! ICEBERG TIME NAU WHEEE I'M SINKING" it's pretty damn fantastic. There's also the hilarious part where I was severely depressed over Christmas break in 1997 and harinezumi took me to see it as an attempt to cheer me up. (Look, he meant well, but honestly the Krispy Kreme donuts we inhaled after the movie did more for me than bawling through the movie itself.) But yeah, it made my not-so-little ghost ship popular. Ugh.

No real point to this entry, I just needed to mark the centennial in my own sort of weird way.

Today: nothing slated except now working on my own wedding shit (eeerrrgphf) and taking out my yarn, which has been in for two weeks too long and is getting locky in the back. Oh and laundry. So much laundry. Le sigh.