COMMUNITY COMES BACK TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

POSTED BY: LOGAN

Merry Christmas from the SHADEboys Part 3!

Martin here! Before you chide me for being a day late with my holiday musical treat (I’m famously prompt, so I’d be hurt if you did), you should know that MY song is actually FOR today, 26 December, aka Boxing Day to us Brits, but more importantly to my Irish-descended family, St. Stephen’s Day!

In the Connelly household, we celebrate with St. Stephen’s Day pie (like shepherd’s pie but with turkey and ham—BEST EVER) and lots of music. And of course drinking.

And arguing. When I first heard of the Festivus Airing of Grievances tradition, I thought to myself, ‘Ah, sounds like a Connelly St. Stephen’s Day’:

Anyway, this Elvis Costello song is for my family, and probably yours, if you’re good and tired of them after all the holiday celebrations:

The ‘drink made from girders’ he refers to in the chorus is none other than Irn Bru, Scotland’s other national drink. It’s a non-alcoholic fizzy drink which is in fact %0.002 ferrous something or other, so it’s got actual iron in it. It makes ye strong—and sometimes magnetic!

Anyway, here’s the full lyrics. Happy Christmas, everyone.

I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
Of the good will that lasts till the Feast of St. Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink and be merry
'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey is flowed
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces until they explode

There’ll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
And it’s all we’ve got left as they draw their last breath
And it’s nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them
In the St Stephen’s Day Murders

Uncle is garglin’ a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we’re not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he’s about to baptize

His gin-flavoured whispers and kisses of sherry
His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop

And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
May still be found haunting the kitchen
And there’s life in it yet we may live to regret
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin’

There’ll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
And it’s all we’ve got left as they draw their last breath
And it’s nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them (rid of them!)
In the St Stephen’s Day Murders

Posted by: Martin

Merry Christmas from the SHADEboys Part 2!

Zachary here this time. I searched and searched for something suitably Scottish, but in the end decided to go with the theme Logan established. This scene from “Abed’s Uncontrollable Christmas” rings especially true for me this year. It’s thanks to my friends, including youse all, that I am saved.

Duncan: You’re enabling a delusion!

Jeff: The delusion you’re trying to cure is called ‘Christmas.’

Annie: The crazy notion that the longest, coldest, darkest nights can be the warmest and brightest.

Britta: And when we all agree to support each other in that insanity, something even crazier happens.

Annie: It becomes true.

Happy Christmas, everyone.

Posted by: Zachary

Merry Christmas from the SHADEboys! Part 1 of we-have-no-idea-how-many

Logan: MERRY CHRISTMAS, everyone! i have bad news and good news. the bad news is that The Woman Upstairs is home sick for Christmas. the good news is, that means we have access to her computer to post our favorite holiday tunes ALL DAY LONG.

my first choice comes from our alter egos, Troy & Abed, who’ll be returning a WEEK FROM TOMORROW when Community starts its (highly unlikely) fifth season!!

"If years were seasons,

this December

would be the December

of our December.”

STAY TUNED for Zachary’s (or Martin’s, i don’t know who’s going next) first holiday song.

hope you’re having an AWESOME day!

PS: sorry to those in Australia, where i think it’s already December 26. or almost.

A love letter to Team Kilt, from Zachary

I wanted to write a post today to mark the publication of my novella, ‘Shattered’. I thought perhaps I should, I dunno, explain why I wrote the story the way I did, perhaps apologise for its brutal honesty or something.

But for now, I think, ‘Shattered’ should stand on its own. 

Yesterday, while skimming the notebook I wrote it in—making sure I’d not forgotten anything—I found a note I penned in the middle of the night on 25 July 2012, during the YA Crush tournament. I wasn’t in the best of moods that night, due to lack of sleep and some recent events, and yet I managed to scribble these halfway coherent words, which still hold true today:

Dear Team Kilt,

I’ve no funny graphics or pics of ‘me’ shirtless or in a leather jacket (or both) to share with you.

Just a few words is all.

We come from two different worlds, youse and me. Some things are the same—sports and films, for the most part.

Other differences are huge. In mine, ghosts are violet and everyone younger than me can see them. In yours, ghosts, if they exist, are fleeting glimpses of wispy white.

In your world, Flight 346 is just another routine transatlantic trip. In my world, the Twin Towers still loom over Lower Manhattan.

The tragedy here is that you’ll never be a part of my story, even though you’re a part of me.

Because if you were real, the world of my story would be better. No grey Glaswegian sky could darken my days. I’d wake in the middle of a Scottish winter night and find you there, waiting with a cupcake, a goofy video or just a ‘Hi, I’m thinking of you.’

With you in the world of my story, I’d never be alone. And then there’d be no story.

It’s through the magic of Twitter and Tumblr that we meet, befriend one another, and occasionally flirt. This, I dunno, wormhole of sorts that connects our universes has been a lifeline.

The Me who knows You is a happier, saner, whole-er Zachary than the Me who doesn’t know You.

Ach, I’m giving myself an existential headache talking like this. I guess what I’m trying to say is: Team Kilt, I may never be able to bring you to my world, to write the story of Us. But that only makes you more precious to me.

And then I must’ve finally fallen asleep, cos that’s where it ends.

Love, Zachary

sarahreesbrennan:

lalondes:

So. Ned Vizzini has committed suicide. And this fact of his death, that it was by his own hand, weighs so, so heavy on the grief that I am feeling right now.
I am not the first young person to write, today, about how It’s Kind of a Funny Story kept me breathing during some of the darkest moments of my adolescence. I will not be the last. This is Ned’s legacy: he tossed a bright, orange-and-white ring to us drowning kids and pleaded with us to stay afloat. And we read his words, and we understood, and we eventually made our way to shore.
I was thirteen years old when I read Funny Story for the first time. I was still living in Vancouver. I picked it up at the Chapters on Broadway and Granville and cautiously paged through the first couple of chapters right there in the store. I put it back on the shelf. The very next week, my family took off on a vacation to the east coast. We stopped into a Barnes & Noble in New York City, and I found a copy and read a few more chapters. It wasn’t until Kramerbooks in Washington, D.C., that I decided, finally, to buy the damn thing and bring it home. I’ve kept it with me ever since.
It’s a special book. I truly don’t believe that a more accurate portrait of a young person’s depression exists in literature, with the exception, maybe, of The Bell Jar. And the great, unspeakable tragedy of The Bell Jar is now the tragedy of Funny Story.
The book opens, as you can see above, with sixteen-year-old protagonist Craig musing that it’s “so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself.” The last page, by contrast, is a cacophony of verbs, spat out in a breathless staccato, ending with a clarion call to “live, live, live, live.” I think I must have read that page alone a hundred times now. It got me through high school. It got me through my parents’ divorce. It got me through the end of friendships. Once, in the tenth grade, it kept me from a suicide attempt.
And there, I think, lies the most important lesson: survival is not a temporary state. Healing does not necessarily have a delineated beginning and end. You have been sad before, and you will be sad again; what matters is how you interact with your sadness. You have to be kind to yourself, and gentle. You have to surround yourself with people who love you, and you have to love them in return. Every day of your life is a fight, and it helps to have allies.
Ned Vizzini was once asked what he hoped young adults would take away from Funny Story, and he said this: 

What I would like young adults to take away from It’s Kind of a Funny Story is that if you’re feeling suicidal, call a hotline. Suicidal ideation really is a medical emergency and if more people knew to call the suicide hotline we’d have less suicides.

In Ned’s memory, I will reiterate his words: if you are feeling suicidal, or depressed, or anxious, talk to someone. Call a hotline. I’ve posted a list of helpful numbers here.
Don’t keep quiet. Ask for help. You are not alone.
Live. Live. Live. Live.
Live.

This is a wonderful way to honour Ned Vizzini’s memory, I think—to talk about what his books meant to you, how they helped you, to consider how to help people in the future, to say: books are important. Every way we have of reaching out to and communicating with each other is important.

Reblogged in sadness and understanding by: Zachary

sarahreesbrennan:

lalondes:

So. Ned Vizzini has committed suicide. And this fact of his death, that it was by his own hand, weighs so, so heavy on the grief that I am feeling right now.

I am not the first young person to write, today, about how It’s Kind of a Funny Story kept me breathing during some of the darkest moments of my adolescence. I will not be the last. This is Ned’s legacy: he tossed a bright, orange-and-white ring to us drowning kids and pleaded with us to stay afloat. And we read his words, and we understood, and we eventually made our way to shore.

I was thirteen years old when I read Funny Story for the first time. I was still living in Vancouver. I picked it up at the Chapters on Broadway and Granville and cautiously paged through the first couple of chapters right there in the store. I put it back on the shelf. The very next week, my family took off on a vacation to the east coast. We stopped into a Barnes & Noble in New York City, and I found a copy and read a few more chapters. It wasn’t until Kramerbooks in Washington, D.C., that I decided, finally, to buy the damn thing and bring it home. I’ve kept it with me ever since.

It’s a special book. I truly don’t believe that a more accurate portrait of a young person’s depression exists in literature, with the exception, maybe, of The Bell Jar. And the great, unspeakable tragedy of The Bell Jar is now the tragedy of Funny Story.

The book opens, as you can see above, with sixteen-year-old protagonist Craig musing that it’s “so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself.” The last page, by contrast, is a cacophony of verbs, spat out in a breathless staccato, ending with a clarion call to “live, live, live, live.” I think I must have read that page alone a hundred times now. It got me through high school. It got me through my parents’ divorce. It got me through the end of friendships. Once, in the tenth grade, it kept me from a suicide attempt.

And there, I think, lies the most important lesson: survival is not a temporary state. Healing does not necessarily have a delineated beginning and end. You have been sad before, and you will be sad again; what matters is how you interact with your sadness. You have to be kind to yourself, and gentle. You have to surround yourself with people who love you, and you have to love them in return. Every day of your life is a fight, and it helps to have allies.

Ned Vizzini was once asked what he hoped young adults would take away from Funny Story, and he said this: 

What I would like young adults to take away from It’s Kind of a Funny Story is that if you’re feeling suicidal, call a hotline. Suicidal ideation really is a medical emergency and if more people knew to call the suicide hotline we’d have less suicides.

In Ned’s memory, I will reiterate his words: if you are feeling suicidal, or depressed, or anxious, talk to someone. Call a hotline. I’ve posted a list of helpful numbers here.

Don’t keep quiet. Ask for help. You are not alone.

Live. Live. Live. Live.

Live.

This is a wonderful way to honour Ned Vizzini’s memory, I think—to talk about what his books meant to you, how they helped you, to consider how to help people in the future, to say: books are important. Every way we have of reaching out to and communicating with each other is important.

Reblogged in sadness and understanding by: Zachary

My greatest hope is that we finally turn our back on the idea that diversity is a sign of delinquency, that seduction is corruption, that femininity is weakness, that social progress is wickedness, and that transformation is a form of madness. I hope we see queer heroes and villains in the same proportion as the straight and cisgender heroes and villains.

The goal here is not to reach a place where the villain is never a flamboyant effeminate gay guy, but to get to a place where the hero sometimes is as well.

All this. Read the whole essay—well worth your time.

Posted by: Zachary, who honestly can’t fathom why the lasses fancy Loki, but whatever.

*deletes all pushups, cocaine and whisky from “Shattered”*

*ponders*

*puts whisky back in*

Posted by: Zachary

Zachary: As if the week could get any better, there’s a new Captain America movie next year.

Logan: he is SO YOU.

"Shattered" News, of the Good Sort!

jerismithready:

IT.

IS.

HAPPENING.

Yes, Shade fans, Zachary’s novella, “Shattered,” aka Shade Book 3.5, as it’s known on Goodreads, WILL BE RELEASED on December 21, 2013.

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Zach is very happy—as illustrated here by his Community alter ego, Abed—to finally share his story with the world.

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Thank you to everyone who’ve waited so long for this. It’s been an epic journey, with more ups and downs than a Highland roadway (the sort I tend to drive way too fast and then my dad yells at me and makes me pull over so he can take the wheel, and then HE drives even faster and thinks it’s okay cos he’s an International Man of Mystery (TM), and then Mum makes us stop so she can use the toilet at some dodgy gas station outside Glenshiel, which she then whinges about the cleanliness, so we drive another forty or so kilometres in circles searching for antiseptic hand wipes and get pure f***in’ lost, and then we’re all late to Gran’s house, which is when the yelling really starts.)

I wish that were only a metaphor.

Anyway, I love youse all, and I hope you love my story. I will work night and day between now and 21 December to make it perfect for you. Or if it can’t be perfect, it’ll at least be—no, it’ll be perfect.

Posted by: Zachary