Ramblings of a total Zack girl

The little *facts* about bandom that can make me smile whenever they pop into my head. Some personal moments, some bits of canon.

--Gerard and Lindsay. Getting married. IN MATCHING UNICORN T-SHIRTS.

--Bronx's lullaby. Duh.

--The look on Zack's face when I explained that you could tell Jon and Spencer apart on my shirt because Spencer has real shoes and Jon has flipflops.

--Jon Walker smells like Christmas, and Spencer Smith enjoys it when he does.

--Bob finding baby!Ray on YouTube

--Greta's story about the violin

--Spencer (and his band) think Prop 8 is total bullshit.

--Shane at Disneyland with Brendon's family for Christmas

--Bestfriend puppy. Just.

--Pete thinks Jennifer Aniston movies are something he needs to apologise for.

--"Gewawd"

--Jon knows Ryan is a vampire.

--Zack's body type is "more to love"

--Brendon should have been in his cage hours ago.

--Zack tells the fangirls that Brendon's hips don't lie

--Spencer's smile

--Bandit Lee. Oh, Ballato-Ways.

--Ryan and Spencer still have mutual birthday parties. With musical cakes.

--Partying with the Cobras means light beer and plastic guitars.

--Pete's unique interpretation of a swearing jar

--SYNCHRONIZED HALLOWEEN DANCES

--Zack plays hockey, and Ryan used to. The mental images!

--Brendon's church-singing pose

--Zack carrying Brendon offstage like a damsel

--Ryan keeps all the teddy bears.

--Jon didn't pack any shoes for like, three tours straight.

--Pear Liberal Studies, bless her. I miss your darling imaginary face, Pear.

--Brendon flipping a sharpie into the air and catching it over and over.

--The fact that Ryan thinks he can fool us into thinking he went to see the Backstreet Boys for Jackie and Crystal. Who were, like, seven at the time.

--Spencer hitting himself in the face and Ryan laughing so hard he lost track of the song

--Brendon's child-of-the-eighties vocabulary. Rad, fr srs.



I know I'm missing some, y'all. C'mon. Get on the internet and tell us all about the awesomest parts of our canon.



ETA: I know it isn't fair, and I'll try not to add any more. But Maple reminded me about that interview where BRENDON'S MOM STILL LOVES HIM. Which is my favorite thing in the world.

I hope Ryan WARNED and GOT PERMISSION before he told the internet about Spencer's twitter...

I am tired and cranky because I went to the bead fair with my mother today, and in some ways it was AWESOME and I found SO MUCH COOL STUFF that I am going to MAKE, some for me and some for other people and some JUST BECAUSE IT IS PRETTY, but in other ways it was bad. Because it meant I spent four hours in the car, and the three in between standing up or fighting my way through crowds. And the crowds were echoey in the room, and the room was big and filled with aisles, and all of those things make the agoraphobia come. No dizziness, but my shoulders tried to climb up my spine again and my whole back/neck/head combo hurt now.

Also, I desperately want to make my hand into a Ryan Ross puppet for t_usual_suspect's bandom anthem project, but I have no functioning way to record it.

But I mean, think of it! My hand, painted with eyes framed in blue eyeshadow and a scarf and a newsboy cap and all, singing, "I LOVE THE DRUMMERS" because we all know he does! It would be awesome.


So all of you have to go do things for her video since I can't. Go on!

Oh, dudes, I completely forgot to tell you--my middle childhood lab is helping out with the after-school program for kids with working parents at a local elementary school, right, and they have regular employees as well as we volunteers and--and--one of the employees is a dark-haired skinny guy who wears a pink newsboy cap with a leather jacket.

It's hard to stop myself from beaming maternally at him, just on principle.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AWESOME NEW CANON OF EXTREME AWESOMENESS!!!


I don't even care that it is completely destroying my Big Bang fic...although, crap, it is totally destroying my Big Bang fic, did Shane and Brendon live together in Vegas? Or did we just assume that was where they were living, when actually they were in LA the whole time? IS SHANE THERE NOW?

I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS, OKAY, I MAY HAVE TO TEAR UP ABOUT HALF THIS FIC. RYAN ROSS, TELL US MORE. IT IS FOR ART, NOT FOR STALKING.

So exactly one year ago today, I announced to the world that I knew which one wore flipflops, and therefore I possibly needed to be smacked with a ruler.

As I told liketheroad when she did an end-of-the-year meme, every time I did one, all my answers ended up being, "bandom bandom bandom boys bandom friends bandom stories bandom bandom bandom." So I decided to do an end of the year review on my bandomversary instead.



This has been the most...incredible year. I have learned that Zack is my favorite, that Spencer in a beard is the prettiest thing on the earth, that all of My Chem are enormous dorks, that Brendon and cuddles are the surest way to touch my heart. I have learned that I am head-over-heels for Greta Salpeter, and that I love her band's sound.

I have found a muse that makes me want to write and write and writewritewrite--do you know I have posted NINE fics this year, and have fourteen in progress? The year before I posted two.



More--MOST OF ALL--I have found the most incredible friends. I have people whose days I can make brighter with a single LJ comment, and who return the favour. I have people who listen to me cry. I have discovered that one of my favorite people in the whole damn world lives in New Zealand--how would I ever have discovered that if we weren't both fathoms-deep in love with Panic at the Disco? How would I ever have written anything without harriet_vane filling my head with bunnies and liketheroad squeeing at me until they were all written? All of you have listened to me and laughed with me and squealed with me, and I'm so incredibly touched and honoured and lucky to have you in my life.



So I want to say thanks:

Thanks to Skids, who made me read it.

Thanks to emilyray, sociofemme, and calathea, for loving bandom in public so that I let her make me read it, since I knew they had good taste.

Thanks to all my pre-bandom friends, who didn't hit me with rulers, and who have stuck by me despite my tendency to flail over tiny ridiculous boys.

Thanks to Panic, the Hushies, MCR, FOB, and all the others for existing, for being themselves, for their music and their lives and their ridiculousness.

But most especially, thanks to all of YOU, whom I've met through our mutual insane love of these people, for being awesome friends, and for being yourselves--the girls I've come to love, adore, and positively cherish in this past year.


It's been an incredible trip for that girl a year back eying Ryan's makeup with faint alarm and telling her friend that she was sure these boys were very nice, they just weren't her type. I know she mocked and rolled her eyes and turned up her nose. I'm absolutely positive she never dreamed she'd arrive in a place where she adored this band so much she saw them perform three times in four months.

Thank god for awesome fic, that made her change her mind. Thank god for ridiculous boys, who made her fall for them. Thank god for the world's most amazing friends, who welcomed her right on in.

Thank god for bandom. It's been an awesome year.

Oh, hey, y'all, I just had a flash of memory:

ZACK PLAYS HOCKEY.


And we already know Ryan used to, at least.


...I'm going to leave you all to bask in the glow of that mental picture.

THINGS ABOUT M&G BEFORE I FORGET:

--Spencer says his mustache is because Zack is growing his beard in, so Spence decided to shave his off. Balance. Personally I still think this is a cover for the bet he lost, and you will not convince me otherwise

--relatedly, in giving the DBC speech, Zack stopped and corrected himself--wait, Spencer doesn't have a beard anymore, he has a "wierd little mustache thing"--my sentiments exactly, Zack.

--however, I will say it's not as bad in person and when he's had enough sleep so he can look out through his eyelids

--Bden's applebottom is round and firm and tight. Zack promises. (!!!!!!!!) (ot3 of shame ftw)

--Zack was two cookies in before he realised they were full of hair

--There IS a don't be creepy reason for only using their sharpies; Zack didn't elaborate and frankly I'm not sure I wanted him to; urgh

-- the new keyboardist is Adrian and he uses the phrase "broke my face"

-- I spoke sensible English and remembered to ask Spencer about the shave and give Brendon his card; I forgot to tell Ryan I like the blog, tell anybody I'm excited for the new album, or look semi-sane in the picture. But I didn't tell Spencer his mustache makes me sad, so on the whole I think I win

--Zack wouldn't let me film, sorry!

--we need a bandom version of fiddlesticks; I spent most of our ridiculously long wait with an awesome girl my own age who clearly knew ALL about them, but I couldn't quite make myself ask her if she has an OTP

--this tour is very BADLY organized and Zack said so; watch out, y'all, I predict his mood will only grow worse the more he has to deal with it (he was awesome once we were past all the enormous problems caused by the venue etc, but MAN he was pissy up to then)

DUDE.

...they're playing next to a pool, apparently? Ryan is going to fall in and electrocute himself, this CANNOT END WELL. I do not think Zack approved this venue!


Also, hey, does the Hard Rock Pool venue have assigned seating? Do I need to buy tickets with my fellow fangirls? Or do we fight for our places up close like in, um, the only venue I have ever seen rock bands in? (OMG I'M SUCH A NEWBIE I KNOW NOTHING. I DO NOT EVEN KNOW HOW TO FIND THE ANSWERS TO THESE QUESTIONS.)


In a sensible world I would simply e-mail my friend who manages a Vegas band, and ask her these questions, but now I'm all like DUDE SHE HAS HER OWN PROBLEMS and SHE ACTUALLY KNOWS SOMETHING ABOUT MUSIC DO NOT EMBARRASS YOURSELF BY BEING SUCH A FAILY N00B and um, apparently it is less humiliating to post this publicly to my LJ and let her either comment and answer these questions or else ignore me kindly so that I can pretend she just didn't see it.

I AM MADE OF FAIL WHEN IT COMES TO THIS STUFF. I AM IN IT FOR THEIR STUPID FACES, OKAY, I AM LAME LIKE THAT.


ALSO OMG I AM TOTALLY POSTING THIS AND NOW NONE OF THE AWESOME PEOPLE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING WILL BE WILLING TO ADMIT THEY KNOW ME. EXCEPT SKIDS, AND THAT IS BECAUSE I HAVE TOTALLY LOVED HER THROUGH TIMES WHEN SHE WAS MORE RIDICULOUS THAN I AM BEING RIGHT NOW.


(But apparently taking my baby brother to see Panic for his birthday is a Good Plan, and also apparently he approves of Dashboard Confessional, which makes me, you know, happy for him and stuff.)

( In which, Lu marvels at those BOYS (and Greta) )

ETA: According to Ryan? Mad as Rabbits is about FRIENDSHIP, to which I say WHO KNEW?