I just ordered Empire of Ivory.* It will be here tomorrow, or something.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*also, I ordered an extra copy each of the first three, so that I can hand them out to people here in the House That Geek Built -- though I won't get anyone's attention until all the manly squeeing about Halo 3 has died down. :p
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*also, I ordered an extra copy each of the first three, so that I can hand them out to people here in the House That Geek Built -- though I won't get anyone's attention until all the manly squeeing about Halo 3 has died down. :p
testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Sep. 18th, 2007 04:43 pmso, this afternoon I've been feeling kind of emotionally icky (it's a mystery o_o), but what that meant was I decided that what I really needed while doing my reading was some COMFORT MUSIC :D
enter A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.
and you guys, I've missed this shit. I used to listen to Panic! EVERY DAY during the summer. shut up. no, shut up. yes. ♥
so anyway, there's the part where I just keep hearing the bass line, for some reason, possibly connected to my thwarted summer attempt to learn bass guitar (still gonna try though! as soon as I get the chance! when I go home for Christmas and can steal daddy's bass, or possibly sooner!), and my first though is HOORAY JON WALKER! (because in my brain it goes like this: "hooray bass guitar? HOORAY JON WALKER!") and then I remember it's not actually JWalk on the album.* AND THEN I REALIZE THAT IT'S DEFINITELY GONNA BE JWALK ON THEIR NEXT ALBUM.
and that? that is full-on awesome.
.:: prances off to read more essays about horribly punctuated punk-Gothic novels written by teenage boys ::. ... .:: for which, you know, this music is probably actually kind of PERFECT ::.
*this makes me sound kinda stupid. um. no, okay, I'm totally fully versed in the whole Brent thing. and yeah. the point is just that I get SO EXCITED ABOUT JON WALKER, it makes me forget all over the place. you understand.
btw, a note regarding my Current Music -- I am so happy Brendon learned to support his voice and someone tore Ryan away from the electronic ridiculousness before they ruined their chances of becoming famous sparkly gay circus rock stars. OH, BOYS.
enter A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.
and you guys, I've missed this shit. I used to listen to Panic! EVERY DAY during the summer. shut up. no, shut up. yes. ♥
so anyway, there's the part where I just keep hearing the bass line, for some reason, possibly connected to my thwarted summer attempt to learn bass guitar (still gonna try though! as soon as I get the chance! when I go home for Christmas and can steal daddy's bass, or possibly sooner!), and my first though is HOORAY JON WALKER! (because in my brain it goes like this: "hooray bass guitar? HOORAY JON WALKER!") and then I remember it's not actually JWalk on the album.* AND THEN I REALIZE THAT IT'S DEFINITELY GONNA BE JWALK ON THEIR NEXT ALBUM.
and that? that is full-on awesome.
.:: prances off to read more essays about horribly punctuated punk-Gothic novels written by teenage boys ::. ... .:: for which, you know, this music is probably actually kind of PERFECT ::.
*this makes me sound kinda stupid. um. no, okay, I'm totally fully versed in the whole Brent thing. and yeah. the point is just that I get SO EXCITED ABOUT JON WALKER, it makes me forget all over the place. you understand.
btw, a note regarding my Current Music -- I am so happy Brendon learned to support his voice and someone tore Ryan away from the electronic ridiculousness before they ruined their chances of becoming famous sparkly gay circus rock stars. OH, BOYS.
wsghsjkdfh *headdesk*
Sep. 16th, 2007 03:56 pmHALP!
what's that thing, literary term, where nature echoes the mood/tone of the character/story/whatever? (ps not pathetic fallacy. the other one.) yessss, I sound stupid. shh, my smart brain's busy formulating other things re: paper. (also, I'm sick. again? still? worse? something.) btw, I tried asking this question to the common room at large, but just got a bunch of blank stares.
which brings me to, also - WHY AM I THE ONLY ENGLISH MAJOR IN THIS HOUSE? SUCKTASTIC. JHASJKADH.
what's that thing, literary term, where nature echoes the mood/tone of the character/story/whatever? (ps not pathetic fallacy. the other one.) yessss, I sound stupid. shh, my smart brain's busy formulating other things re: paper. (also, I'm sick. again? still? worse? something.) btw, I tried asking this question to the common room at large, but just got a bunch of blank stares.
which brings me to, also - WHY AM I THE ONLY ENGLISH MAJOR IN THIS HOUSE? SUCKTASTIC. JHASJKADH.
dude. doing one's actual homework and/or having a moderately social life at college is very time-consuming. (especially when one lives in a house with, like, a dozen other friendly people who are actually nice and low-key and don't drink, and have amazing chem-free parties where I feel valued and shiny and unthreatened and happy. you guys! happy!)
just. that's basically my summary of and excuse for the past ... time since the last time I posted. yanno.
and then today I've spent far too much time coughing and wandering around in the bone-cold, wet rain and talking about sex and unveiling and James Joyce (why do all my English courses always intersect weirdly, even when they're about completely different periods and genres? and why is it always, always, always about sex?). and far too little time sleeping. I tossed and turned all last night. so now I'm achey, exhausted, coming down with something, and by all rights I kind of think I should be dead right now. but no, I still have fifty pages of lurid overpunctuated punk-Gothic literature to read tonight. then bed.
somebody remind me to buy some fucking CONDITIONER. *headdesk*
[ETA: not, obviously, that I have any problem at all with drinking. it's just the college booze party mentality that makes me nervous, and being totally free from that is SUCH A RELIEF. ♥]
just. that's basically my summary of and excuse for the past ... time since the last time I posted. yanno.
and then today I've spent far too much time coughing and wandering around in the bone-cold, wet rain and talking about sex and unveiling and James Joyce (why do all my English courses always intersect weirdly, even when they're about completely different periods and genres? and why is it always, always, always about sex?). and far too little time sleeping. I tossed and turned all last night. so now I'm achey, exhausted, coming down with something, and by all rights I kind of think I should be dead right now. but no, I still have fifty pages of lurid overpunctuated punk-Gothic literature to read tonight. then bed.
somebody remind me to buy some fucking CONDITIONER. *headdesk*
[ETA: not, obviously, that I have any problem at all with drinking. it's just the college booze party mentality that makes me nervous, and being totally free from that is SUCH A RELIEF. ♥]
Title: Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy?
Fandom: bandslash – My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Pete/Mikey
Rating: mature
Length: 2,057 words
Summary: Operation Mikey Way: Love Overload
Warnings: very light bondage (handcuffs)
sansets thought that Mikey Way should be put in handcuffs and loved a lot. I agreed. So did Pete? Thank you to
fairestcat for the beta, help with canon, and general awesomeness! Title by Fall Out Boy.
The first time Pete told Mikey Way that he was beautiful, it was bullshit.
Fandom: bandslash – My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Pete/Mikey
Rating: mature
Length: 2,057 words
Summary: Operation Mikey Way: Love Overload
Warnings: very light bondage (handcuffs)
The first time Pete told Mikey Way that he was beautiful, it was bullshit.
who, me? bandom?
Aug. 30th, 2007 08:30 pmso, anyone who wants to throw canon at me regarding the Summer of Like is totally ... please do. because writing without solid canon knowledge is kind of scary, and even though I've been all over YouTube the past couple days, I still don't have anything concrete. so I'm turning to my flist.
please help. do it for Mikey.
please help. do it for Mikey.
I started classes today!
daddy deposited my Hatch paycheck into my account!
I don't have another class until Monday!
I have a job as assistant audio tech at the music performance building!
following the chain of good, I also have ( undeniable proof of Jon/Spencer )
the doting! the face flick! the LOOKING RIGHT AT JON AND SAYING DIRTY THINGS ABOUT UNDERWEAR. AND SMIRKING. Spencer Smith is an evil pretty boy.
and Ryan wishes he were a punk rocker with flowers in his hair. ♥
daddy deposited my Hatch paycheck into my account!
I don't have another class until Monday!
I have a job as assistant audio tech at the music performance building!
following the chain of good, I also have ( undeniable proof of Jon/Spencer )
the doting! the face flick! the LOOKING RIGHT AT JON AND SAYING DIRTY THINGS ABOUT UNDERWEAR. AND SMIRKING. Spencer Smith is an evil pretty boy.
and Ryan wishes he were a punk rocker with flowers in his hair. ♥
changed my default icon; I'd been thinking about it for a while. the fact that I really miss my ACS job right now is what pushed me over. rather selfishly, I miss the sense of purpose and do-gooding it gave me. less selfishly, I honestly do miss that do-gooding, the opportunity to help where I know help was needed, and the handful of people each night who shared their survival stories with me, or even their treatment woes, their grief, the ways in which cancer has touched their lives. every time, I felt honored to be let into their lives that little bit, for those few moments; the success stories gave me heart, and each time one of the not-so-success-stories said goodbye with a voice that was just a tiny bit lighter than it had been when they picked up, I felt like the world might be moving in the right direction for once, in spite of everything. I also miss my cornermates. I miss our list of silly names. I miss the square of paper with "Jill Batman" scribbled on it that I kept tacked up on my wall, because seriously, my coworker called a Jill Batman.
and oh, by the way, I'm at school now. arrived safely yesterday afternoon. start classes on Thursday. we'll see how the rest of it goes.
and oh, by the way, I'm at school now. arrived safely yesterday afternoon. start classes on Thursday. we'll see how the rest of it goes.
oh my god it's a friends cut post
Aug. 22nd, 2007 10:45 pmI just wrote a long thing, and then I deleted it. mostly because it DIDN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. uh.
so here I'm trying again -- open letter. okay.
( Dear Everyone I Just Now Very Reluctantly Removed From My Friends List )
so here I'm trying again -- open letter. okay.
( Dear Everyone I Just Now Very Reluctantly Removed From My Friends List )
lollerskates!
Jul. 21st, 2007 11:46 pmtwo things which amuse me far too much for me to keep pretending that they don't:
1-
THIS VIDEO.
Fall Out Boy's "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'"
... VAMPIRE PETE. NARRATOR PATRICK. WITH HIS CASEFILES, AND HIS CELLPHONE. AND LEGGY, TEA-DRINKING EVIL VAMPIRE BECKETT, AND THE TEENY DANCING PANIC! VAMPIRES AND. JUST. OH. ♥
2-
THIS SONG (
__dtrain please don't, like, disown me or anything. I love you).
My Chemical Romance's "Headfirst for Halos"
IT MAKES ME BOUNCE AROUND. EVERY TIME. I CAN'T HELP IT. PEOPLE LOOK AT ME FUNNY AT WORK. HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG AND NOT JUMP UP AND DOWN??? I TRULY DON'T KNOW.
ION, mama bought us HP7 in exchange for me sacrificing my well-being for three hours tonight to paint childrens' faces at a church picnic. basically, like EVERYONE ELSE ON THE PLANET, until I finish reading that I will not be muddling around LJ -- not because all my time will be dedicated to reading, but more because I do not want anything remotely resembling a spoiler to happen to me. anything. at all. so, yes.
1-
THIS VIDEO.
Fall Out Boy's "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'"
... VAMPIRE PETE. NARRATOR PATRICK. WITH HIS CASEFILES, AND HIS CELLPHONE. AND LEGGY, TEA-DRINKING EVIL VAMPIRE BECKETT, AND THE TEENY DANCING PANIC! VAMPIRES AND. JUST. OH. ♥
2-
THIS SONG (
My Chemical Romance's "Headfirst for Halos"
IT MAKES ME BOUNCE AROUND. EVERY TIME. I CAN'T HELP IT. PEOPLE LOOK AT ME FUNNY AT WORK. HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG AND NOT JUMP UP AND DOWN??? I TRULY DON'T KNOW.
ION, mama bought us HP7 in exchange for me sacrificing my well-being for three hours tonight to paint childrens' faces at a church picnic. basically, like EVERYONE ELSE ON THE PLANET, until I finish reading that I will not be muddling around LJ -- not because all my time will be dedicated to reading, but more because I do not want anything remotely resembling a spoiler to happen to me. anything. at all. so, yes.
god, summer is moving fucking fast! SLOW DOWN. SLOOOOOW DOWNNNNNN.
this coming Wednesday is the Chicago stop on The Decemberists' "A Bit of Grass-Stain Does Not a Ruined Pair of Jeans Make" outdoor orchestral tour, and admission is free. I'd like to go down in the morning, ish, and make a picnic of it -- the concert starts at 6:30 but, well, it's free and it's in fucking Grant Park; no way am I not going to stake out considerably early. I mean, picnic! yes! though, also, there's the part where I may be able to squeeze in a Lush stop. poooossibly.
so, okay, point being? WHO'S WITH ME? I know it's late notice. that's because I'm a slacker. but seriously, guys? Wednesday July 18? pleeeease? my sister and maybe her girlfriend are coming, but if it's just the three of us then there's the whole third-wheel syndrome where they just sit around canoodling and talking about WOW and I'm going "... um."
in conclusion, DECEMBERISTS. GRANT PARK. FREE.
YES.
(we'd catch the metra from Kenosha down to Ogilvie Station, and that costs like. six or ten or twelve bucks or something.)
this coming Wednesday is the Chicago stop on The Decemberists' "A Bit of Grass-Stain Does Not a Ruined Pair of Jeans Make" outdoor orchestral tour, and admission is free. I'd like to go down in the morning, ish, and make a picnic of it -- the concert starts at 6:30 but, well, it's free and it's in fucking Grant Park; no way am I not going to stake out considerably early. I mean, picnic! yes! though, also, there's the part where I may be able to squeeze in a Lush stop. poooossibly.
so, okay, point being? WHO'S WITH ME? I know it's late notice. that's because I'm a slacker. but seriously, guys? Wednesday July 18? pleeeease? my sister and maybe her girlfriend are coming, but if it's just the three of us then there's the whole third-wheel syndrome where they just sit around canoodling and talking about WOW and I'm going "... um."
in conclusion, DECEMBERISTS. GRANT PARK. FREE.
YES.
(we'd catch the metra from Kenosha down to Ogilvie Station, and that costs like. six or ten or twelve bucks or something.)
[so the thing is that these pictures were all SO bad that the idea of cropping and mucking with them for a post was getting me all overwhelmed and cranky. which, I mean, a squee post should not be about crankiness, at all. so. YOU GUYS, THESE PICTURES KIND OF SUCK. they do. but I ♥ them, and I totally said I'd make a picture post. so here's a picture post.]
on Saturday,
bipagan and
fairestcat and I went to Summerfest to see Panic! at the Disco with Gym Class Heroes, The Academy Is ..., and The Hush Sound. and it was just. OMG. fangirl bonding, and sunscreen smearing, and ass grabbing (well okay it was more of a passing grope), and perving peoplewatching and just. EEE. AND THEN, YOU KNOW, THE WHOLE CONCERT THING. WHICH ROCKED.
( here are some pictures )
so that's the end of the pictures. and my brain.
bipagan and
fairestcat, watch this space for uploads of the pictures .zip and Alpha Rev and the Panic! iTunes sessions ♥
everyone else -- or, well, some of you, at least -- watch this space for the stupid little comment-ficlet thing I wrote for
fairestcat.
gaaaaaaaaaaah I need to either go back in time and do it all again (not for doing anything different! just for FUN!), or GO TO SLEEP. um, neither is going to happen, though. :D
on Saturday,
( here are some pictures )
so that's the end of the pictures. and my brain.
everyone else -- or, well, some of you, at least -- watch this space for the stupid little comment-ficlet thing I wrote for
gaaaaaaaaaaah I need to either go back in time and do it all again (not for doing anything different! just for FUN!), or GO TO SLEEP. um, neither is going to happen, though. :D
DRIVE-BY THING-POST
Jul. 8th, 2007 01:29 ambecause I have to get this posted. no, it's not the best audio quality -- okay, let's be honest here, the audio quality frankly sucks; my poor camera's input mic couldn't handle it -- but YOU GUYS.
IT'S A NEW SONG BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO.
it also cuts off at the end because my camera batteries died. but seriously, that was like split seconds before the closing notes, and YOU GUYS. IT'S A NEW SONG BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO.
jwehfkjhjfgshfdhdjgjfj
sendspace, .avi, ~35 MB
I'm gonna be looking for a better version on youtube in the next couple of days. it had fucking well better be there.
... OMFG.
IT'S A NEW SONG BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO.
it also cuts off at the end because my camera batteries died. but seriously, that was like split seconds before the closing notes, and YOU GUYS. IT'S A NEW SONG BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO.
jwehfkjhjfgshfdhdjgjfj
sendspace, .avi, ~35 MB
I'm gonna be looking for a better version on youtube in the next couple of days. it had fucking well better be there.
... OMFG.

