Innocuous things that make you irrationally happy (a list thread)

elderly gentlemen shopping at the salvation army thrift store, whistling along to "like a virgin" or "i melt with you" or whatever bouncy pop thing is playing on the store pa system.

people who confuse "roadie" with "groupie".

I wonder if you meant to post that in the angry thread.

Ibuprofen. Sometimes you have an inflammation that is actually self-perpetuating, and the ibuprofen basically reduced the tightness/inflammation so that the problem can heal more easily. I had this back pain from a minor injury, and the advil didn't just temporarily relieve it but actually helped it get better.

jury duty today, about to run out of the house, check the website, my # ain't needed, i'm going back to bed!

when you have that tiny little, thin piece of food stuck in your teeth, and you spend like ten minutes trying to get it out with your tongue, and then it finally comes loose and you are actually able to salvage it, and it's like "Bring the rogue before me!" and you can just stare it down before you sentence it to die.

Drumline practice at the middle school half a block away.

when you pay for something with credit card at the grocery store and you have to sign the electronic credit card pad and it says SIGNATURE APPROVED like it ran a detailed handwriting analysis to make sure it's your credit card

makes me feel like i'm in mission: impossible

On a hot day, walking into a store or other public building where the A/C feels like

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3-way text between new boss, co-worker, and me: "[Co-worker], please make sure all know [ilx user get bent] is in charge. I will reinforce." AW YEAH.

when you pay for something with credit card at the grocery store and you have to sign the electronic credit card pad and it says SIGNATURE APPROVED like it ran a detailed handwriting analysis to make sure it's your credit card

any kind of card approval makes me IH (irrationally happy). even if i know i have money in my account, i still sweat a little when i'm waiting for the process to finish.

This evening I was listening to WKCR and they were playing outtakes of John Coltrane playing Like Sonny, and on a couple of them he actually fucked up the melody, bad, like came in in the wrong key, and somehow this made me ecstatically happy.

Like "holy shit, John Coltrane actually fucked up sometimes"

that was why all the practice

The high-pitched little squeaks and whistles that come from my sinuses after a big wet sneeze.

This has been going on for like a week. Pure joy.

Agreed.

Came here to post this

1. strangers who smile at me and say "hello", sometimes it's a pick me up on a bad day!

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Thunderstorms first thing in the morning!

joyful dancing to pop music

joyful dancing, joyful music in general

salad spinners.

in particular plying this one to the tune of yoo doo right.

The generic international chain hotel I'm staying in is decorated almost entirely with stills from films made by the golden generation of graduates from the Wyższa Szkoła Filmowa im. Leona Schillera (Wajda, Munk, etc). There's a poster for Camera Buff in my room.

listening to people reading a braille test at work yesterday was v. placid and quietly happy

So I've been struggling and feeling like I'm drowning all week at work because I've been having to deal with all this complex financial analysis at a very high rate of speed and I barely understand any of it (I'm working with more senior people who have a better grasp of it), and just been feeling pretty overwhelmed and bummed out, like I'm just not cut out for my job. And all these e-mails are going around and I can barely keep up with what's going on.

So tonight an e-mail from my co-worker went out that basically said "I'm looking at page x of document y, and it looks like the banker used the wrong values for the low end of the range" etc. So I open up the document and suddenly I see it -- my co-worker is misreading the chart, because the low end of the range should be the value with the highest discount rate and the lowest multiple instead of the lowest discount rate and the lowest multiple. So I called him up and let him know, and he sent out an e-mail crediting me with catching his mistake.

I didn't want to pwn the guy or anything, I just felt fantastic that I actually managed to understand and contribute something and even see something he missed - he's an intimidatingly intelligent guy.

On our new toilet, the seat cover is light and attaches tightly to the seat, so I can give it a little push and it lowers gently into place instead of slamming down.

Open parking spot right in front of supermarket

New pen!

stuff made out of crocheted granny squares

space heater

anticipating seeing one of my favorite childhood friends for the first time in 10 yrs

When a subway line goes above ground

cupcakes with filling inside

really good grits

Transferring stuff out of a crappy old wallet into better, tighter a new one.

Organizing my toolbox.

When my colleague from the Netherlands says "slice and dice" in the broadest Dutch accent imaginable.

the Dutch for "snow" makes me happy, as 1. it is spelt "sneeuw", which is pleasing; 2. it sounds like saying "snow" while holding an Elvis lip-curl

walking past Argos/Toys R Us today I heard a child calling his mother a "silly-billy bum-bum", which made me irrationally happy for a moment

(and then almost nauseously anxious for a few seconds of "what if that is actually the child expressing the full force of hatred with the only words he knows, what do you do if you are a parent and you know that" and then "why do I care when I will never be a parent, even if I want to be" and then I managed to steer myself back to irrational happiness)

chili cheese fritos

Small bodies of running water outdoors - creeks, ditches. Even rain and melted snow running down the driveway to the gutters vaguely satisfies.

I always enjoyed how a former colleague who is Dutch pronounced equipment: "ee-KIP-ment"

Finding a coin on the ground. It makes me feel like the universe is tipping me the wink.

Supermarket french bread. Soft & fluffy & omg I could eat a whole loaf. It's like a bread cloud.

my french co-worker used to say "I tink it very in-TEHR-es-ting"

My Dutch co-worker frequently referred to the "in-sink-er-ator" which made me lol every time.

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We call it a "garbage disposal" in the U.S.! I have never heard the term insinkerator until Dutch post-doc! Who, btw, fixed my garbage disposal/insinkerator. And also collected newts.

Dutch post-docs: full of lols

Wait a minute, I think my home kitchen had an insinkerator, and all this time I thought it was an In-Sink Erator, and I was wondering what an "erator" is, i.e. did not get the pun at all.

quincie i thought you were saying dutch post-doc said 'incinerator' funny, i actually looked for my own joek insinkerator gif but couldn't find a good one like kinder's. anyway we had an insinkerator in my u.s. home too. but no one called it that except as a joke because ha ha insinkerator. i am 90% convinced that that is the only kind of garbage disposal anyone has.

we have an insinkerator.