Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudel.

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After some discussion sparky77 and I have decided we're vetoing this month. (Did I not tell you, Q? Executive decision, baby!)

So, while we await the changing of the tide/moon/karma and the proliferation of male!skating!slash (don't front I know y'all are gonna turn this stuff out), I thought to myself, "Self, all is not flaming poo and Sarah Palin. There must be some things that make you happy."

So, this post is to talk about happy things.

Jeff Buckley bootlegs make me happy. So do puppies. Christina Hendricks (shocking). Really anthemic work out music (feel free to share if you've got some!). Finding new artists. Quality public transportation. Disney movies make me happy (except for, like, Snow White which freaked me out in my formative years). Old movies with Marilyn Monroe or Paul Newman. Musicals. Double whammy of The Daily Show and Colbert Report. My guitar. Bacon. Good stories fanfic or pro. Books.

I could go on all day. And I possibly will, but now it's your turn, we all know what pisses us off, but what makes you happy? Is it a story? A song? A photo? An old shirt? A movie?

I bet you'll feel better just talking about it!

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Misery is not art; art is art. Sometimes people seem to get that confused. I'd much rather laugh than cry; then again, it's much harder to make people laugh, which probably why most people claim drama is better: it's easier to make someone depressed than to lift spirits.

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I always think of Sullivan's Travels (the movie which, trivia time! is where the title of O Brother, Where Art Thou? came from), especially when the main character says "There's a lot to be said for making people laugh. Did you know that that's all some people have?" Preston Sturges sure knew what he was doing when he made that movie. I met so many people in film school that wanted to be taken seriously, and thought the only way to do that was to be completely serious themselves.

I personally think you need both; neither unrelenting misery nor unrelenting humor make for very successful stories, and both don't mean a thing without the other. I prefer to laugh, but that has a lot to do with knowing just how shitty things are when you can't. So if there's a choice, well, I'll laugh, thanks.

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Guess what's on telly right now? The Sting! All that just from a few LJ comments.

*thinks*

I would also like an excellent job that pays an outrageous salary, a gorgeous flat with high ceilings, large windows, central air and heat and no vermin, the brilliant, gorgeous Marine of my choice and $10 million dollars. What? I hear if you put it out in the universe it'll happen. Possibly in the next few hours! *waits patiently*

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Hee. I just discovered that, by some fault of the cable company, we have HBO (!), so maybe it is our lucky day!

Now, by "the brilliant, gorgeous Marine of my choice," do you mean you want a choice of Marines (like a line-up), or a specific Marine? Because you really must be precise about these things... ;)

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Oh my god. I can haz a line-up?! I mean I'd be happy like a pig in slop with my very own Brad. Or Nate. Or Ray. Or Poke. Or Walt. Choice might make me indecisive though. I'll risk it!