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Jan. 16th, 2003 08:21 pmAfter watching The Best of Chris Farley, I can only think of one thing: the Schmitt's Gay Beer ad, as done by Jimmy Fallon & Horatio Sanz.
That's all. Ü
That's all. Ü
Jan. 16th, 2003
Before I met Kellie, I knew of her. To me, she was a very cool gal, seemed to be really popular, very talented, on and on. Basically, she was a million times cooler than me, and there would be no chance in Hell of her *ever* talking to me.
I'd wanted to talk to her, to get up the nerve to actually e-mail her ... but good God, if I didn't feel myself constantly being overcome by shyness. We'd had casual interactions, basically in the form of my asking for a salacious article, and later, sending over a couple of Steve quotes for her site: http://www.barenakedbliss.net {no, I wasn't put up to this - I'm pimping the site independently, despite my relationship with the webmistress}. Other than that, nothing.
Until there was a bit of buzz over the Barenaked Ladies' episode of Egos & Icons on Much Music - the buzz generated by the sight of Ed and Steve necking on TV. *eg* Kellie mentioned on the message board we posted to that she had a screen cap of Ed kissing Steve, and was willing to share - just e-mail & ask for it.
Being the self-confessed slash-slut that I am, I asked and received. I even got up the nerve to 'fess up to writing erotica and slash ... and shared some of my tales with her. In return, I got to read some of the stuff she'd written (despite what she might say of her writings, they were really damn good), and we started talking.
Turns out that we had more in common than a shared affection for Steven Page (and a perverse desire to watch him and Ed kiss), and a friendship started up. We have some similarities, and many differences, yet we do get along well. :)
When the friendship evolved into something more serious, I had my concerns. That her friends would look at me like a starfucker of sorts, as though I were a stupid girl sycophant, with her because of *who* she is, not *what* she is. That they'd think I was "dating up" or something. Basically I worried that people would think that my intentions were less than honorable.
Well, it's been over a year now. I've met (and become acquainted with) some of her friends, and none of them have made me feel like I wasn't welcome in their circles. I may have only met most of you on here - I'd hope to get a chance to meet you at BNL shows at some point!
As for Kellie, I found out that she's not the unapproachable Miss Popularity that I'd thought she was. She's very sweet, friendly, caring, loving, honest, intelligent, and so many other adjectives. She impresses me with her knowledge about things I can't even begin to comprehend. She listens to me when I've had a miserable day and I'm ready to lose my head. She tells me that I'm beautiful - and means it. She is a wonderful being, with such a good heart, and she means a lot to me. Those that know her know what I mean. :)
Thank you for being around Kellie. I love you.
I'd wanted to talk to her, to get up the nerve to actually e-mail her ... but good God, if I didn't feel myself constantly being overcome by shyness. We'd had casual interactions, basically in the form of my asking for a salacious article, and later, sending over a couple of Steve quotes for her site: http://www.barenakedbliss.net {no, I wasn't put up to this - I'm pimping the site independently, despite my relationship with the webmistress}. Other than that, nothing.
Until there was a bit of buzz over the Barenaked Ladies' episode of Egos & Icons on Much Music - the buzz generated by the sight of Ed and Steve necking on TV. *eg* Kellie mentioned on the message board we posted to that she had a screen cap of Ed kissing Steve, and was willing to share - just e-mail & ask for it.
Being the self-confessed slash-slut that I am, I asked and received. I even got up the nerve to 'fess up to writing erotica and slash ... and shared some of my tales with her. In return, I got to read some of the stuff she'd written (despite what she might say of her writings, they were really damn good), and we started talking.
Turns out that we had more in common than a shared affection for Steven Page (and a perverse desire to watch him and Ed kiss), and a friendship started up. We have some similarities, and many differences, yet we do get along well. :)
When the friendship evolved into something more serious, I had my concerns. That her friends would look at me like a starfucker of sorts, as though I were a stupid girl sycophant, with her because of *who* she is, not *what* she is. That they'd think I was "dating up" or something. Basically I worried that people would think that my intentions were less than honorable.
Well, it's been over a year now. I've met (and become acquainted with) some of her friends, and none of them have made me feel like I wasn't welcome in their circles. I may have only met most of you on here - I'd hope to get a chance to meet you at BNL shows at some point!
As for Kellie, I found out that she's not the unapproachable Miss Popularity that I'd thought she was. She's very sweet, friendly, caring, loving, honest, intelligent, and so many other adjectives. She impresses me with her knowledge about things I can't even begin to comprehend. She listens to me when I've had a miserable day and I'm ready to lose my head. She tells me that I'm beautiful - and means it. She is a wonderful being, with such a good heart, and she means a lot to me. Those that know her know what I mean. :)
Thank you for being around Kellie. I love you.
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mace_acme posted something about how her little sister cheered her up with a call, and that reminded me of how my sister does the same thing for me.
Now, my sister is almost 12 and in that "I hate you and wish you'd go away, but can you take me to the mall first?" part of adolescence. So getting her to admit that family members exist, let alone that she loves them, may seem impossible.
But it's all in the little things. When she has a skating competition, she wants me to be there in the audience. Around her friends, she vehemently denies liking BNL, but the second they're gone, she's clamoring for your BNL CDs and talking about how Ed Robertson's a "hottie" ... and trashing Steven Page. (Thanks, sis.) Knowing that she deliberated for a long time over what to get me at Christmas, wanting it to be something special - which it definitely was.
Every year, since her first Christmas, I buy her an ornament. The cool thing is, when she puts up the tree, she points out ornaments and says, "I got this one from Carly". Like my mom said, she'll be in her 50s and demanding her ornament. I can just see it now: "Gimme my damn ornament!!"
There is love - even through the friction when my sister and I butt heads over the smallest things. My sister means everything to me, and I'd do whatever it takes to protect her. And I think that she feels the same way towards me.
mace_acme posted something about how her little sister cheered her up with a call, and that reminded me of how my sister does the same thing for me.Now, my sister is almost 12 and in that "I hate you and wish you'd go away, but can you take me to the mall first?" part of adolescence. So getting her to admit that family members exist, let alone that she loves them, may seem impossible.
But it's all in the little things. When she has a skating competition, she wants me to be there in the audience. Around her friends, she vehemently denies liking BNL, but the second they're gone, she's clamoring for your BNL CDs and talking about how Ed Robertson's a "hottie" ... and trashing Steven Page. (Thanks, sis.) Knowing that she deliberated for a long time over what to get me at Christmas, wanting it to be something special - which it definitely was.
Every year, since her first Christmas, I buy her an ornament. The cool thing is, when she puts up the tree, she points out ornaments and says, "I got this one from Carly". Like my mom said, she'll be in her 50s and demanding her ornament. I can just see it now: "Gimme my damn ornament!!"
There is love - even through the friction when my sister and I butt heads over the smallest things. My sister means everything to me, and I'd do whatever it takes to protect her. And I think that she feels the same way towards me.