This tag is slightly overdue as I’ve been away from my desktop. Yeayea, I know it is possible to post via mobile devices but I just cannot be arsed. Too much effort. For me.
I was tagged by Lise, now let’s go!
The rules- List five things that makes you happy
- Share five songs that makes you happy
- Tag at least five bloggers that makes you happy
Coming home. I wasn’t far away. I’ve been staying at my parent’s house the past week, keeping the cats company while my parents were off hiking. It was nice, it is still home in a way. Even so. Coming home home, to my apartment, makes me v. v. happy. I want to argue that it’s because for my uses, my home is practical. Practical makes me happy.
And also. My things. People who say things don’t make you happy lie. They do. It might be temporary, but still. I take anything I can get.
Cat company. I always feel so special when cats choose to hang out with me. In truth, I’m about as special as a piece of furniture, but never mind that! Prefer it when they choose to lie next to me tho, as opposed to on.
This guy, for example, does not generally keep this distance:
He prefers to be as close to your face as is possible. For me, this is the perfect distance. Means you can get up and make a cup of tea, do a load of laundry, water the plants, or any of the bizillion things my brain comes up with. It doesn’t seem to be a big fan of sitting still for more than 15 minutes at a time.
Feminists. In general. Feminists are without a doubt some of the funniest people. A recent example: assholesonline. Let me explain. This account is run by Linnea Claesson. She receives a threat from some guy, as per usual, this one says he’s going to “get his boys and visit her” unless she takes down a picture she’s posted. She refuses. Which is enough for me to cheer.
It gets better.
She posts this little clip (watch watch watch!):
Här går jag nu i väntans tider för att snubben från förra meddelandet sa ju att han och hans grabbar skulle komma hem till mig den här veckan och ge mig ett skott i pannan. Jag får inte besök särskilt ofta så jag är VÄLDIGT exalterad! #assholesonline #linneaclaeson #mordhot #fredrikochhansgrabbar
The sign on the door reads Welcome Fredrik (name of the guy) and in brackets and his boys. In the caption she’s written I don’t get visitors too often so I’m VERY excited!
The fact that someone had this idea at all makes me insanely happy.
It doesn’t end here.
Vore bra om Fredrik och hans grabbar OSA:r senast kl. 16.00 idag. Jag står för middag och har redan dukat upp för fyra. Ta med kläder efter aktivitet och ett glatt humör! Varmt välkomna hit och kör försiktigt! #assholesonline #linneaclaeson #mordhot #fredrikochhansgrabbar #inteallafredrik
Dinner with Fredrik and his boys. She’s set the table and is waiting.
As I was saying. Feminists are hilarious.
Super enthusiastic people. You know, people like Beth Ditto.
Vegan option! A vegan option that has been making me quite happy lately, is this ice cream:
This is not only the best vegan ice cream, it is better than their non-vegan ice cream. I.e. it is creamier, and the flavor is all there.
PS. They also make dairy and soy free ice cream, in case you’re not a fan of the soy. It has a rice base and it’s just as nice.
Future plans. As in future plans to have time off work to go somewhere to see a band.
If I thought some more about going to the UK to see Deaf Havana, I’d be a slightly less miserable person. Can’t quite seem to remember to tho.
Five songsIn general, happy songs do not make me happy.
There is one glaring exception: Die Ärzte. I can’t quite explain this. I don’t think they do anything except for happy songs. Is it because I read their happy as sarcasm?
I’ve already mentioned their Monsterparty which always and without fail puts a smile on face because it’s beyond ridiculous, but I guess 3-Tage-Bart isn’t far behind?
…and you kinda need to understand German for this to make any sense at all. If it wasn’t for the lyrics, I’d never listen to this. In fact I didn’t, until my German was good enough for me to understand what the songs were about.
The type of songs that frequently do make my happy, are songs like Stray from the Path’s First World Problem Child.
Because aggressive. I like it.
There is also something about Diamanda Galás that makes me happy. Her mere existence makes me happy.
Like feminists, that someone would even think about doing what she does, it makes me happy. For example, she did an entire record of screaming, called Schrei X. It not exactly made for everyday listening, you probably can’t listen to it more often than you would watch a movie. It’s a performance piece I would say.
This is one of her more accessible tracks:
I’m also going to list Thrice’s Black Honey. Because. Not only is it a great track, which in itself is enough to make a person happy, but also. Every time I’ve been to see Architects they play it pre-show, and it makes me v. v. happy to have someone other than myself playing me this song.
Also. Miserable/depressing songs make me happy. Amity Affliction, they just do it so, so well.
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