You startled me
In not so much your words,
But your approach.
It was fast
And filled my head
With nonsense words
And warmth
When you weren’t there.
So, I went under
And swallowed
The surge. And above
My head is swirling water.
My hand slapping at the surface,
Desperate for structure
Steep stone. Then
My fingers finding rooted edge
Holding ground,
Finally. Almost out of breath
When I pulled myself up.
Entwined in mine, fingers
Not rooted mass, but flesh.
That took the shape
Of mysteries ability
To suddenly deliver me
Upon the edge was all
That I was meant to be.
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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Thank you TJ.
Be back, must bathe before the boyfriend comes over. =/
He should just be glad I won't smell!
oh boy I know Iwas going to be soooo late on that one! but I thought I'd give it a go! lol
YAY PH!!
*happy dance with you*
email sent back :]
Sweet Dreams Toujours!
Sleep well,
I hope we get to talk soon!
lol 12:32
you be knowledgeable, sensible, open minded and funny
goodnight Tj sweet dreams
Goodnight Tj.
Congrats ph :D
Ergo I have read your comments and suggestions.
They make alot of sense and I have changed them to your suggestions, if you don't mind.
Thank you soo much.
Do you know how I could re-word the part, "This is all just a test of time" ?
I'll have a think, can you send back the new version so I can read it in one go?
For sure.
I'll just be in the bath, so I'll read the feedback after! =)
mayo,
i've been carrying my camera around in my backpack for a few days now, intending to take some shots of the town, little things like old stone paving and crumbling brick. urban decay, very attractive.
it hasn't happened yet. something always comes up, and then there i am at the library, where i go to meet my ride home, no pictures taken.
well, that's not exactly a hardship, of course. *grin*
today i had a chance to grab a table and so i sat and pulled out the other item i carry around in my backpack -- the notebook in which i scribble my little fairy tale. that poor thing is so beat up by now. (notebook, not story...though the story is rather ragged, too, now that i think about it.)
and so today i scribbled instead of snapped.
and the lady at the house we cleaned today gave us homemade chocolate pie. we ate it standing around her kitchen counter, like chimney sweeps.
that's all i've got to report. those were today's highlights. it was a beautiful clear day, but i was a bit overcast on the inside.
mayo, every night a good night for you, even when i don't have anything to say, even when i sit and stare into space, wondering what i could write that might be worth your while, wondering what it is i want to share.
some days i scratch around for just a postcard of a good night, some days i'm practically bursting with something to tell you, but the day isn't done until i have.
i don't pretend to understand why.
it's enough just to be able to do so.
good night, mayo. i hope you have a moment of utter contentment tomorrow, no matter what else the day may hold for you.
sent it PH
I'm off to bed.
Ergo, thank you from the bottom of my heart for the help. I can't even express my gratitude.
Sweet dreams everyone;
xo;
- 007.
PH you are so very, very welcome and I'm honoured to have been entrusted with it
will be thinking of you
enjoy the time with your boyfriend,(hope he appreciates your freshly washed status,lol) and sweet dreams
Goodnight ph sweet dreams *hugs*
Goodnight Mayo, SS, Ergo, Paperheart, Sweetcheeks, TJ, various anons, watchers and lurkers!
A poem, for the cat lovers here. (I left it for Martha next door and thought some of you might like it.)
T'is one of my favorite cat poems. Okay, so, it's not pretty (it is Bukowski)... but, that man loved and felt a connection to that poor, pathetic, beat up and broken down kitty cat!
:(
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The History Of One Tough Motherfucker
Charles Bukowski
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
terrorized
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said,"not much
chance… give him these pills… his backbone
is crushed, but it was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there… also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off…"
I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he
wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-
where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat-I'd had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough
one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and
just looked at me.
"you can make it," I said to him.
he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up.
you know the rest: now he's better than ever, cross-eyed
almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in
his eyes never left…
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about
life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,
shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look
at this!"
but they don't understand, they say something like,"you
say you've been influenced by Celine?"
"no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by
things like this, by this, by this!"
I shake the cat, hold him up in
the smoky and drunken light, he's relaxed he knows…
it's then that the interviews end
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
graphed together.
he too knows it's bullshit but that somehow it all helps.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sweet dreams to one and all!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ, Redrum, Poofed C, Mel, Freddy, Blackjacket and Blackheart 13!
goodnight wendy sweet dreams
...in addition to the fact that the historical st. patrick was a prick who "converted" the pagans of ireland through violence as often as any other means, i just have to say that i am not a fan of this holiday.
Toujours
And your evidence of this is what exactly? (some people say he may never even have existed...)
However, for your disrespect shown to a race of people: if St Patrick was a prick then you truly are a c... (I can't even spell such a vile word but that is what I think of you right now).
oh, one more thing, I wonder who was there before the pagans showed up imposing their beliefs on everybody?
Ergo and PH, you are both just fabulous.
I cannot even begin to address your level of stupidity.
If you read "the other place" you see that Toujours is NOT the only one calling St. Patrick disusting names..... but that is not suprising. Wonder why she didn't drag her beliefs over here the way Toujours did? Hmmm did she learn her lesson perhaps. This is why "Pagans" get such bad names.
Judging by the way the people who don't like pagans are acting you could see why Christians have a bad reputation as well.
Mayo
how about a bit of French & Saunders again?
Gone With The Wind
much love EP xx
SS
for you the divine french 7 Suanders in Dangerous Liasons
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve see you in my morning
♥xx♥
hi to sdock and fasc if you call by, have a good hump day
take care all who wander through,
and you should always be more concerned with the correctness of your own actions, rather than the actions of others
oh pardon my spelling SS!
French & Saunders
Hi Blog
Just stopping in before taking off with Stormy for our adventure.
You know making unexpected appearances can yield the most interesting results. The look on Sunshine’s face when I showed up before she got all of her guests out of the house was priceless. I do wonder why she doesn't understand that I always figure out what's she up to. *rolls eyes*
Oh well, have a great day everyone.
Mayo - Behave yourself.
Off to see Watchmen again. Really think Stormy will like it. Hope to stop in later. Bye
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Maybe Alicia thinks if she spells Lindsey the way it's supposed to be spelled, people won't realize it's her (semi)famous sister-in-law she's talking about. She has to make sure they all know she's not playing with her cousin Lindsey from Podunk.
March 15, 2009 2:41 PM
I know what you're saying but.....we're talking about Gerard and Lindsey here. People might not want pictures of them, but in their minds, they do. Gerard is in "the best band in the world right now" and Lindsey in the "only punk band around" and "nobody can do what I (she) does." They had some serious delusions of grandure!!!
March 15, 2009 3:29 PM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
You know, any other band would totally ignore things people were saying about them on the internet. I can't imagine the bass player of another band having a public myspace and telling his fans to go fly a kite for saying bad things about his girlfriend. Nor can I imagine Eliza/Alicia type attention whore-girlfriends of members of other bands posting shit all over the web to try and make fans adore/be jealous of them.
The members of MCR obviously don't know how to conduct themselves in public life and they choose mates who are just as ignorant as they are. I'd expect that kind of thing from Lindsey, considering that her band is a bunch of nobodies, but MCR did have a little bit of credibility and were on their way to being well known at one time.
Oh well, once Jersey trash, always Jersey trash, I suppose.
March 16, 2009 6:16 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
If those words bother you Than you must be what those words are describing.
Lol. Too bad MSI are too dense to realise that is not true.
March 16, 2009 6:41 AM
Blogger Martha Jones said...
I think they know it isn't true but they are the only" real punk" band out there. They hang out with "rock royalty "so they see things like that not being about them.
March 16, 2009 6:54 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Have you never seen someone burn out and become disillusioned with what they are doing?
Just because someone gets burnt out and disillusioned doesn't mean they have to do a 180 in terms of what they believe in. Beliefs are ingrained in us and I don't think they can be discarded so easily unless they were never real to begin with.
March 16, 2009 11:06 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
I thought he was that rare person in the entertainment industry who held some decent beliefs and morals.
I don't understand what the problem is with having some values in the entertainment industry. I refuse to believe it is incompatible with running a business. And I also believe that it has nothing to do with thinking they are gods of any sort.
Just seems to me that GW cannot deal with the pressure of fame despite the front he puts up. One minute he stands for something, then he doesn't, when he feels straitjacketed by it's expectations. So he drops the so-called facade because now they are back to basics, only concerned with making money, complete with bird-brained wife in version 2.
I don't know who is more arrogant; being a pretentious liar who sells a picture to make money, or someone who is upfront about it and throws it in your face, that you mean little more.
Thank god there are some bands who have the integrity to understand it's between these two premises, and that fans are symbiotic to a musician's success.
March 17, 2009 2:30 AM
kapunua said...
For one, I refuse to sink to Lindsey's level of making insults based on weight, looks, popularity, sexual orientation, or ethnicity.
Saying "she's fat" or "she looks Italian" is frankly the kind of thing MSI would say, and the last thing I want to do is be anything like the sort of person who says that kind of stuff.
March 17, 2009 8:18 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
I understand the temptation to make derogatory remarks about Lindsey's weight gain or ethnicity. After all, we've been called a bunch of fat crisp-eaters. Still, like Kapunua and others have said, I think that when we do that, we're stooping (almost) to her level. I'd like to think I'm above that.
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Then why haven't you addressed the derogatory remarks about her having a crusty crotch and many other such remarks.
I don't particularly care for the "crusty crotch" remarks, either, and I have not made any of them myself.
Although, when you brag in an interview about not having taken a shower for six days, you're kind of asking for that kind of comment.
March 17, 2009 1:05 PM
kapunua said...
Coupla things. THe "Italian Mama" thing isn't derogatory. Most of my aunts are Italian Mamas.
However the way some of these people have been saying it, you know, as they say, "You say that like it's a bad thing."
By and large, we are not pleased with MSI and MCR and by and large we do not think highly of Lindsey. Therefore someone coming on here saying "OMG she looks like a big Italian mama" or variations thereof is likely to be interpreted negatively.
If the anons meant that in a positive way than more power to ya.
As far as the "crusty crotch" etc. comments, I have not made any of those here. HOWEVER. There are things you can help (the way you behave, your hygiene, what you choose to pass on to others" and things you are born to (your race, your culture, your orientation, your looks.)
MSI chooses to pick on those aspects. Hate speech (to me) generally has to do with those things.
By that reasoning, "OMG Lindsey is so filthy" is fair game: she's said so herself. And adding, "That's disgusting, filthy people gross me out" is also fair game.
St. Patrick's Day? No, I don't
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Interesting name 11:27
I'm going to give you a different perspective.
Have you ever believed someone? Did you ever really respect someone? It didn't have to be anyone really close to you, just someone that gave the impression that word is not that scary with these type of people in it.
Now, this person appeared to be an intelligent, thoughtful person. Someone who really seemed concerned about others; you never saw them as super human, just someone with good values.
Because of the values that they reflected, they gain your trust, and you really like them. In a way, you became emotionally invested.
Then through a series of events, their true nature is exposed. For some, trusting in someone means a lot to them, it doesn't come easily.
Usually when this happens, they feel betrayed. They cannot understand how someone could dupe them this heinously. Strong emotions accompany these feelings, for you see, they not only are angry for the lie, the also feel angry with themselves for not being able to see right through it.
There is no time frame for venting strong feelings. Everyone is individual, so they will move on in their own time.
March 18, 2009 1:59 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
and even embarrassed they ever believed in a mere human, capable of error, deceit, and greed.
Humans are capable of all these things, but this case is at a more extreme end of the spectrum, it involves making money at the expense of others.
March 18, 2009 2:28 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Or perhaps he really did mean a lot to some who, upon realizing he would not live up to the vast standards both they and he put upon him
I disagree with this statement. I almost get the impression that you trivialize the opinions of people who hold others to the values that they promote.
Firstly, they were no vast standards, but standards everyone should strive for. I cannot see how he and the rest of the band, cannot be made accountable for their actions. Making money under false representation is almost unconscionable.
March 18, 2009 2:42 AM
Anonymous said...
Maybe GW was the mouthpiece, but the whole band is culpable.
March 18, 2009 2:54 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
And their crappy management.
March 18, 2009 2:54 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
To dogsareeverywhere:
I will try to answer your question as honestly as I can. This is only my answer. I can't speak for others. It may be tl;dr, but the reasons I come here are complicated and can't be summed up in a couple of lines.
First of all, my disappointment in Gerard has lasted even longer that eighteen months. For me, it's been a little over two years, when I first started to notice changes in his behavior. This was probably around February/March of 2007.
I am an early fan. I've listened to them since Bullets, but it wasn't until Revenge came out that I really got into MCR. I was attracted not only to the music, but to the whole package. I was very drawn to Gerard's story of how he kicked his substance abuse problems, especially since my father was an alcoholic/drug user and my family was going through a bit of a crisis at the time. My love for Revenge and Gerard's tale of triumph over adversity helped me get through that rough patch in my life.
I've seen the band live numerous times and I've met them all more than once. Although Frank and Mikey were always the nicest, Gerard was also very nice at one time. All of that seemed to change after The Black Parade. The last time I met the band in early 2007, Gerard acted as though he didn't want to be bothered. I've heard the same story from countless other friends in the fandom since then. For some reason, in early 2007, everything about Gerard's demeanor towards his fans seemed to have changed.
At first I was worried about him. As time went on and his behavior became more and more bizarre (especially during PR), I beame even more worried. I kept watching and waiting for some kind of news about him landing in the rehab or something even worse. But no, he just seemed to carry on with his strange, off-the-wall behavior and the rest of the fanbase just seemed to accept it.
When I first started coming here, it was because I was worried and it was good to find other people who shared my concern. However, over time, I came to believe that the MCR I had believed in was just a creation that was intended to pull people like me in. Either Gerard or Warner realized that there were a lot of vulnerable kids out there who were looking for somebody to believe in - not as a "god" or a "role model", but just someone who was a decent human being. Someone who had faced the same kinds of struggles that we had faced/were facing and had triumphed over them. As I began to realize that I (and so many others) had been so ruthlessly duped, I became very, very angry.
I don't listen to MCR anymore, and I don't think I'm obsessed with them at all, even though I still feel anger towards the band and Gerard in particular for letting me down. There have been a lot of people who have let me down in my life. They do it every day. I think this blog has become the place where I come to channel a lot of that anger. So, when it comes right down to it, a lot of the reason I'm here isn't even about Gerard or the band. There is a lot of transference going on here, not only by myself, but probably some of the other people who vent here. Is it healthy? I'm not really sure. But I do know that I usually feel better after I've been here.
So, there you have it. I can't speak for anyone else, but this is why I come here.
And now I have a question for you. Why do you care?
March 18, 2009 8:46 AM
kapunua said...
I don't do St. Patrick's Day because St. Patrick was a DICK. Besides, I'm Irish every day. :)
toujours said...
..in addition to the fact that the historical st. patrick was a prick who "converted" the pagans of ireland
i feel their love.
snark
Hi Mayo. :)
WASHINGTON (AP):
President Barack Obama, touting his own Irish ancestry, hailed Ireland on Monday for having as much influence on United States culture and tradition "as any country on earth". As fountains on the White House lawns ran green for the day, Obama's affinity for Ireland bubbled over.
"This is an affirmation between one of the strongest bonds between peoples that exists in the world," Obama said as he met in the Oval Office with the Irish prime minister, Brian Cowen.
And Obama boasted of Irish ancestry, saying: "I, personally, take great interest on St Patrick's Day because, as some of you know, my mother's family can be traced back to Ireland."
doesn't sound like a dick or a prick to me.
Who Was St. Patrick?
St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity's most widely known figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains somewhat of a mystery. Many of the stories traditionally associated with St. Patrick, including the famous account of his banishing all the snakes from Ireland, are false, the products of hundreds of years of exaggerated storytelling.
Taken Prisoner By Irish Raiders
It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents near the end of the fourth century. He is believed to have died on March 17, around 460 A.D. Although his father was a Christian deacon, it has been suggested that he probably took on the role because of tax incentives and there is no evidence that Patrick came from a particularly religious family. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. (There is some dispute over where this captivity took place. Although many believe he was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian. (It is also believed that Patrick first began to dream of converting the Irish people to Christianity during his captivity.)
Guided By Visions
After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to his writing, a voice-which he believed to be God's-spoke to him in a dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland.
To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo, where it is believed he was held, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation-an angel in a dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after, Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more than fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual mission-to minister to Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish. (Interestingly, this mission contradicts the widely held notion that Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland.)
Bonfires and Crosses
celtic cross
Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire. He also superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol, onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish. (Although there were a small number of Christians on the island when Patrick arrived, most Irish practiced a nature-based pagan religion. The Irish culture centered around a rich tradition of oral legend and myth. When this is considered, it is no surprise that the story of Patrick's life became exaggerated over the centuries-spinning exciting tales to remember history has always been a part of the Irish way of life.)
http://www.history.com/content/stpatricksday/who-was-st.-patrick
^ There are two sides to every story. Just like I don't go in for the traditional Columbus Day (despite my great grandfather being from Italy) I don't go in for St. Patrick's Day (despite my great grandfather being from Ireland.) You obviously don't have to feel the same way, but the "snakes" that he "banished" were Celtic druids. So, yeah.
Now if there was a St. Francis if Assissi day I might think that was kinda cool but then, I don't know much about him outside of his association with animals and also, this is how I picture St. Frances, true story.
And speaking of that homeboy, Mayo, check this out!
I'm so disappointed! My dog is NOT a hermaphrodite. Although the structure looked and acted like a uterus attached to an ovary, its tissue was renal. They called it congenital kidney dysgenesis. It was infected and non-functional so it's good they took it out while they were in there.
He still has a really high progesterone level and no one knows why; the only explanations would be that he ate a pill (and the only one I can come up with is my Gran's gemfibrozil; my parents dogsit my dogs when I'm at school, and Gran has breakfast there and takes her pills in the morning so it's possible,) or he got it from contact with some kind of skin cream or cosmetic that uses progesterone. Which is so unlikely because I don't use any of that stuff.
So, WTFFFFF?
The good part is that with all of this, he can still have a normal and healthy life. I'm so glad. :) (*knock on wood!*)
How's tricks by you, Mayo? S(S)S?
TJ it's nice to read you here and I wanna give you a big ole' high five.
AND REMEMBER! ;D
(I get to be the psychotic blond, okay? ;D )
Oops, one more thing!
Calaf! If you're eve lurking, I hope you get to read this because I have to tell you. I actually went up to one of my (very few) male friends a few days ago and said, "Umm... Does the name Calaf mean anything to you?" I asked him because he is so well-read, he writes well and is really quick on the uptake; in other words he's one of the smartest people I know, so you know you should feel flattered. :)
Anyway, he was mystified.
I told him (and the small group of my other friends who were there) a bit about "this semi-anonymous blog I go to where this anonymous person writes these cool things and always seems to have these spot-on guesses about me," (my friend Gold Dragon going, "haha, it's me! It's me!" which is too hilarious to even consider because the only time he's on the internet is to answer one of my emails and his writing style is nothing like yours; anyway it was pretty cute...)
Well, the point of this entire rambling story is to tell you that I did break down and ask one of my friends if he was you. ^_^
Also, I checked out my iPod and that song you quoted is one of the songs that I don't actually have on there, but it is one that I love a lot and so, I hope you will have this awesome song going throughyour head today.
For Calaf:
Watch out!
You might get what you're after!
Cool babies
strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house!
Hold tight
wait till the party's over
Hold tight
We're in for nasty weather
There
has
got
to
be
a
way
Burning down the house!
Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far,
Maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire
All wet
hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown
dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred
six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house!
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except?
Gonna burst into flame
My house
S'out of the ordinary
That's right
Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house!
No visible means of support and you have not seen nothin' yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect staring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire!
Oh, I love this!
WASHINGTON – The Obama administration on Wednesday formally endorsed a U.N. statement calling for the worldwide decriminalization of homosexuality, a measure that former President George W. Bush had refused to sign.
No one is perfect but it feels like at least in some aspects we are moving forward. And I'm so glad. :)
There are two sides to every story Kapunua.
It could do you good to remember that before you jump to conclusions, impose your judgement on people or call beloved religious figures "DICKS".
Or PRICKS for that matter.
Watch as the "witches" congratulate each other on being so "pagan" and anti-Christian.
kapunua said...
You obviously don't have to feel the same way, but the "snakes" that he "banished" were Celtic druids. So, yeah.
The "snakes" that he "banished" were nothing but exaggerated storytelling. The same as most "legend has it" stories. So, no.
Even if the "legend" you choose to believe were true
It still wouldn't make him a "dick". IMO
Sorry your "religion" lost Kapunua and Tourjours but it was for a reason... HIS reason.
or a prick is right 5:11.
The "snakes" that he "banished" were nothing but exaggerated storytelling. The same as most "legend has it" stories. So, no.
That's an interesting perspective. The catch there would have to be that if those "legend has it" stories were false or exaggerated, then the same would likely go for the story of his sainthood, his "miracles" and the miracles of all the other saints as well?
It's just something to think about. I'm out the door for the night and don't feel like arguing and am not trying to, but, "the witches" (lol, I love it,) are entitled to their opinions just as you are entitled to yours on the things that we do, or believe, or choose not to believe.
You know, it's funny, I didn't even write that here. And I "prick" wasn't my word either. And this time I didn't even say "can you imagine what would happen if I did write that here?" Heh.
Actually one more quick thing. I should rephrase something. I hate when I say "choose not to believe."
Not believing isn't a choice. Maybe it's nice to have beliefs that strong or whatever. If I were going to choose what to believe, then eternal life in some kind of paradise would be a nice choice (I'm not keen on the rest of the myth, but the afterlife parts always sound pretty sweet.)
So, not believing isn't a choice, it's just the way I'm built I guess. I should consider that when I'm writing.
Okay! And I'm already running late, bye!
How do you feel about human sacrifice, Kapunua? The druids participated in and offciated at them.
Sainthood is not a legend. It's a long, drawn out process in which miracles must be witnessed and proven. The process cannot be started until 5 years after a candidates death. The candidates entire life is investigated thoroughly.
The results of the investigation are sent to The Vatican. Those results are studied by theologians and cardinals. If they are approved as true by the panel the Pope then declares the candidate "Venerable".
It can take decades or even centuries before a person is declared a Saint.
You believe the legends you choose and let others believe the legends they choose. With respect towards their beliefs.
good morning!
hope everyone is feeling super snazzy and upsy dooley!!
(said while sitting on a chair after having coffee, yawning and stretching and thinking about maybe getting up to get dressed, slowly)
She can't do it. She can't say the words "i'm sorry." She can't own up to the fact that calling St. Patrick a dick offended people. She doesn't see any reason to apologize for any offensive things she says. Ever. Unbelievable.
An apology from Tj
for insulting Irish Christians and calling St. Patrick a prick would be nice as well.
She can't own up to the fact that calling St. Patrick a dick offended people.
She didn't offend me. I don't personally know Patrick. This said i will be very offended if she calls Santa Claus a dick. She will get a good cussing from me if she does.^_~
Comment at 5:58 was me.... TS (before people start telling me to sign in)!
I bet you don't tell you your husband you think his religious icons are dicks and pricks.
Hi 6:11. Hi all.
I call my husband a prick when i'm tired or if he doesn't see things my way.
HI, one did not think anybody was indeed, around at this moment in time. One shall go back to reading.
Hello 6:15
What book are you reading?
The Teacher's Creed
I am a teacher.
I accept the challenge to be
sagacious and tenacious in teaching
every student because
I believe that every child can learn.
I accept the responsibility
to create a learning environment conducive
to optimum achievement
academically, socially, and emotionally.
I actively pursue excellence
for myself and for my students.
I provide a model of decorum and respect
that guides my students as well as honors them.
I affirm superlative expectations
for my students and myself
I cherish every child
I am a teacher.
I change the world
one student at a time.
A book about love, respect, dishonesty and betrayal. Just the usual romatic trash. One is easily distracted.
You can call your husband a prick or dick 6:17. I wouldn't recommend calling a saint a dick or prick. It is offensive to most Christians.
:)
My passion is horror books. Once i start a good one,i can't be distracted. It never fails. When i get a good book suddenly my husband wants to talk. LOL!
One
There couldn't have been too much love and respect with all that dishonesty and betrayal. O_O
Well my husband is far from a saint....so i guess i'm safe.
One would also think that, but what happens when they are dishonest about being in love and loyal to that person which makes them betray the other person? Does all of that fit into a firm, tight little mold?
Even though one thinks it can be melodramatic, they are interesting at times.
How far is he from being a saint? More powerful words may be necessary.
How far is he from being a saint? More powerful words may be necessary.
March 18, 2009 6:28 PM
I don't think i would be considered a saint either. No one is perfect.
One is getting this one confused.
What kind of book are you reading?
Who is this character being dishonest with? Themself? The one they're with and supposedly committed to? Or are they telling another character they love them too.
One is reading one of those trashy historical romances isn't one?
hello again
hi anons, hi Carrie
Thank you for the teacher creed anon, it's lovely shame some students are just not receptive though, but you keep trying, because that's just what you have to do! And sometimes you get to see that the student you changed has gone on to create wonderful changes around them and so on, makes it all worthwhile :]
book discussion anons,
I do love reading a good romantic melodrama at times, escapism is never to be underrated (plus they all usually work out in the end) and it gives the mind a little holiday from heavier tomes.
and I think husbands/partners, children and people with your phone number are somehow psychically tuned to know when you become absorbed in a book
6:32
Not until you're dead a good 5 years could you begin to be considered a contender for sainthood. I don't think you would want your husband to consider you a saint under those circumstances.
One is in fact reading a trashy book.
The main character insists that she loves her best friend, that she will always be loyal to her but in reality, she is having an affair with her best friends dude so that is where the dishonesty and betrayal lightens the pages.
One thinks it is very trashy.
goodnes One that sounds like it is heading for a very dramatic confrontation!
I just received a parcel from Wendy full of little boxes of cereal and pop tarts!
I now actually have a box of Lucky Charms, I am a bit afraid to open it!!
And the pop tarts didn't survive the trip wholly intact, so I tried a bit, and 2 things, 1) I didn't know they came with icing on top (our versions are just fruit in the pastry stuff) and 2)OH MY GOD THEY ARE SWEET!!!!
thanks wendy!
One is reading a very interesting, trashy book. Did you skip to the end to see who gets the dude?
If either of them want him by the end....
I would have the two best friends go on a vacation together. The betrayed wife would fall in love with a hot, young cabana boy who really owns the hotel.
The other one would get a surfer dude with a heart of gold.
The husband would be left all alone and destitute. Wondering what went wrong with his once perfect life.
He would have an epiphany, become a monk and spend the rest of his life providing spiritual council to sex addicts who have cheated on their wives.
or husbands.
Hi Ergo.
One finds that story rather interesting. Actually, one would like to read more.
One gave up with reading, one would like to dance.
Lucky Charms ♥
6:15 wishes they had time to dance with one. 6:15 must go. 6:15 will tell you the rest of the story at another time. Save a dance for me.
Bye one. Bye Ergo.
Does someone have Lucky Charms?
*sniffs around*
bye 6:15
6:56 I will approach Lucky Charms with caution, lol
really I will wait for everyone else to be home so we can all be amazed XD
I have a bit of time for a dance One., any particular music you'd like?
eeep!!
mention sugary cereal and *poof* Amy's here LOL
yep I actually have a real little box of Lucky Charms :D
Eeek! You got a wee box of Lucky Charms!
Make sure you wear a mask when you open those buggers. Your teeth will rot merely from inhaling the colored dust!
*makes list*
mask
gloves
tongs
I can borrow the schools Geiger counter?
Maybe you should. I've never used one, but then again, I'm not exposed to healthy stuff as often as you are. It might seriously alter your DNA.
O_O
in a 33g box there is 14g sugar
That's probably mostly the marshmallows.
I will wait till later when everyone is home to have a look, this is quite cool and interesting lol
hey I tried phoning you yesterday, did you get the message?
I did! :D
Well, this morning. When you called, I had gone to bed already. Early night for me, I had a bit of a headache, and I didn't want it to go migraine.
That was Dad on the answering machine, by the way. :)
oh! Hi to him then :]
I am heading into town soon so I might try again
off to work, bye all!!!
Hi guys, how are you?
Just a quick in and out tonight.
My computer is just not playing nice.
I've been to the gym again today and I'm back there on Friday. A girl shouldn't have to do that on her birthday. Oh well, as long as it works.
See you guys tomorrow, computer willing.
Nighty night xxxxxx
Hi Everybody
Just catching up. Look at me on my new 3G network. I can get on the Internet anywhere now. For just another 50 bucks a month. My Sprint bill needs a bailout. LOL
Uh, since I'm Catholic and my dad was Irish guess I don't need to say where I stand on the St Pat issue. But I realize everyone is entitled to their own opinions.
Stormy loved Watchmen. We saw it in a really cool theatre called Fork and Screen. You just push a button and they bring you goodies from the resturant. She was very impressed I was too.
Now we are at the casino hotel and she's going to order Twilight to watch. I've seen it once and I think this will be about 5 times for her.
Hope everyone is okay. I miss you all.
Mayo? Are you being good? Don't make me throw a shoe at you. I really wouldn't do that....or would I?????
Oh and Ergo when you happen to stop by this way...
I added International whatever to my phone so now I should be able to text and call you. Notice how I said "I should be able" Until I actually do I'm not trusting Sprint.
:(
NEW YORK – Natasha Richardson, a gifted and precocious heiress to acting royalty whose career highlights included the film "Patty Hearst" and a Tony-winning performance in a stage revival of "Cabaret," died Wednesday at age 45 after suffering a head injury during a beginners' ski lesson.
I read about that anon. That's really sad. I've only seen her in The Parent Trap :/
Oh that is sad. My heart goes out to her family. You never think things like that can happen. I mean just taking a beginner ski lesson and falling.
I know this doesn't have anything to do with the bad news but, you anons who are demanding an apology from Kapu and Tj seem to forget, they didn't say those things here. They said them elsewhere to their friends and YOU brought those words over here and now you demand an apology. For something that they said to other people. Among their friends. NOT here. NOT to you.
Insane.
seeing this go on just bothers me sometimes. It' snot like either of them went to this blog bashing someone's religion. They said it to other people elsewhere who didn't have a problem with it and those words get pasted HERE with the obvious reason, just to cause trouble and have something to complain about them. I don't get it.
It's like if you hate them and you don't want to read about them being "pagan" or whatever why follow them to other places and get mad when they talk about their beliefs.
Hello Mayo, SS, Ergo, Amy, Sweetcheeks, Elena, Carrie, various anons, various watchers and various lurkers!
How are you all tonight? Happy, well and hex free, I hope!
I would like to remind the good people here, that religions do exist in which practioners (of said religion) follow both pagan and Christian beliefs.
Take for instance, oh... I don't know, let's say VOODOO practioners in the state of Louisiana.
Voodoo, here, is a beautiful blend of the nature based Voodun and Christianity (most heavy influenced by Catholicism).
Voodoo practioners believe very strongly in the power of the saints. All you have to do is walk into the home of a Voodoo practioner and you can see the statues of many saints... along with little offerings, gently placed, at the foot of those statues.
Marie Laveau(the most famous Voodoo Queen from New Orleans) attended Catholic mass, at St. Louis Cathedral, on a regular basis (some say daily). She was married in that Cathedral and is buried, on hallowed ground, in St. Louis cemetery #1.
So, in conclusion, I would not come to the state of Louisiana and refer to any saint in negative terms. You could just end up with a horrible little hex on you. That bad mojo could follow you around for twenty years or so!
Or so my kin down yonder in da swamp done heard told me.
:P
Have a great night, everyone!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Ergo!!! *smooooooch*
You're very welcome!
I'm very happy to hear the falcon landed (relatively) unscathed!
I would follow Amy suggestions! I would also add that you should brush you teeth at least 4 times after eating those Lucky Charms.
;)
11:27, I beg to differ. My lovely friend TJ did say "those things" here. Having said that, I do not "demand" an apology from her. If she wishes to apologize, she will. If not, she won't. That's that!
Hiya sugarplum *blows kisses*
Sweetcheeks!!!! I was just about to say that I'm not killing any chicken to send anyone a blessed chicken's foot to de~hex them. But, I'll send you one if you ever need it. I'll just get my kin, down yonder in that swamp, to do the chicken killin' for me!
;)
How was your day? Did you enjoy your cookout yesterday?
*huge hug and sloppy kisses*
My day today went alright, I did nothing but be lazy, ha. Cookout was pretty good, thanks.
How are you?
I would like to add one more thing. Things people have said at other blogs, at the own blogs in their blog posts, have been brought here before. That is nothing new.
Words I wrote and posted at my blog were recently copied and brought here.
To the "anon(s)" who did that: Have no fear. I won't put a hex on you (or sue you ~ since the words you choose to copy are copyrighted and you did not include my copyright information).
I'm nice like that!
:P
Ooops, did my Voodoo/hex talk scare everyone away or was is it the scary Catholicism talk? It was the combination of the two, wasn't it?
I'm in a saucy mood tonight!
Nope, I'm still here sugarplum ^_^
Hey Wendy and BC
Just taking a break from "Twilight"
I knew I wouldn't scare you off, sweetcheeks! You know me too well to be frightened. You know you only have to start running when the whites of my eyes turn blood red. That's when my fangs grow extra long and the bloodthrist kick in! My pinching fingers come out too!
;)
What did you do today? Anything exciting?
Hey elena.
Gah, don't get me started on Twilight. I get tired of seeing that fucking Walmart commercial five times every day >_<
Hi Elena!!!! How's Stormy enjoying her adventure with mom, so far? It's sounds like ya'll are having a great time! YAY for mother/daughter bonding!
Ooops, and HELLO to MissT (if she checks back in tomorrow)!!! I didn't see her up there!
Sugarplum, so wait, does this mean that every time your evil side comes out, you transform into a crab? :D
I did really nothing today actually. I've spent some of my morning fantasizing *wink* then I got up and cleaned up a bit, and then I lounged around like a lazy ass that I am, lol.
How was your day?
hello there, glad to see everyone's doing well. it's just a quick fly-by for me tonight, so good night and sweet dreams!
Hi and bye tj, goodnight and sweet dreams
Bleeding Chaos said...
Sugarplum, so wait, does this mean that every time your evil side comes out, you transform into a crab? :D
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
LOL, sweetcheeks! You do know me too well! You have seen the transformation. It is not pretty, is it?
Here is a picture of me in my tranformed evil state
Not only do I turn into a crab, sweetcheeks. I turn into a MALE CRAB!!!!
Oh, the horror and shame!
*hangs head in abovementioned shame*
All because I accidentally stepped on a tiny baby crab when I was a wee little lass.
I didn't mean to do it. Really, I didn't. Will this curse ever end???!!!
mayo,
it was strange last night, when i said good night, turned off the computer, and went to the guest room, i suddenly felt restless. i ended up staying awake and reading for a few more hours -- which made it difficult to get ready for work this morning!
but i'm glad i did. the coyotes were out in full force for a little while, and their howls at times sounded almost like human wailing. it was deliciously eerie.
and i needed the time alone with a book and the night air coming in the window. i needed the quiet. i didn't realize how much until i was sitting there cross-legged on the floor, the door closed behind me. it felt like a part of me was able to breathe, a part that i didn't even notice was becoming oxygen-deprived.
but tonight it's just sleep, without a doubt. i almost dropped my iced coffee on the drive home tonight, almost let go of it when i dozed off.
you know i'm tired when i inadvertently let go of my coffee!
*grin*
anyway, i hope you are doing well, mayo, and that you don't ever find yourself running short of anything your spirit needs.
good night.
Goodnight TJ. Sweet (non crabby) dreams!
Sweetcheeks: Did you decide on a hair color whilst lounging around on your cute, lazy arse?
I still like the idea of golden chestnut!
Mr. Krabs, hahahaha.
Wendy, well I decided that I'm gonna try on that golden chestnut color. I'll probably go pick up a box of that at the drugstore tomorrow. J wanted me to send her pics when I get the hair dyed.
I suppose it's better being one than having them, right sweetcheeks?!
Okay, I know! Bad Wendy! Sorry.
That does remind of something that was written on the ladies room wall at a place I used to frequent (back in the day).
"Don't bother to squat
or bend over the seat.
The crabs in this place
Can jump 50 feet!"
Awww... it was such a poetic place!
:P
I want to see pictures too, Sweetcheeks. Of your new hair color that is! Don't forget to send some pictures to me!!!
I know I said I would never set foot in this place again, but I did want to publicly send my condolences to Paperheartxx and her family.
((((Wendy!))))
Hahahaha. There's a stall at my college where it says "you poopin? me too!"
Gross, but kinda funny. When I travel and we make those pit stops at the gas stations, I read the bathroom stalls to see what the customers wrote on there, lol.
I shall definitely send you pics of my hair color too :)
(((BC!)))
OK, Can't stay! This place gives me the willies!
Mya!!!!!
*pounce tackle hug smooooooch*
It's so good to see you back! Stick around awhile. Please!
No!
You know where to find me!
Okay, so who's watching American Idol this year?
Who else thinks Adam Lambert is IT?!
I can't get no Sat is fac tion
I don't believe THAT for one second!
;)
Bre: That's the Rolling Stones!!! I can see I'm going have to educate you, more, on the history of Rock N Roll!
Did anyone see his performance Tuesday night? I thought it was brilliant. Who else, could have pulled THAT off? He can sing it and he can sell it!
I demand a Metal night this year.
Well poop, Mya! I shall come find you in a few minutes. I can't promise I won't be crabby about it though!
;)
hello I am home :]
Hey Ergo
Ergo!!!!!
*smooooooooch*
How was your day?
Did Amy deliver unto you the four pages of cereal box opening and cereal preparation precautions?
Okay, here is Adam Lambert's from Tuesday night. Poor Randy Travis did not know what to make of him!
At first, I was not so sure about this choice of and Egyptian flavored "Ring Of Fire"; but hell, when all was said, done and sang... it worked!!!
Hell yeah it did!
Brilliant!!!!
hi elena!!
hi wendy!!
I do have correct protective gear now
and I had a good day thanks :]
how are you both?
I was doing good, Ergo. Thanks for asking! I think I might have a bit of a fever now. Adam Lambert seems to make my temperature rise a few degrees!!!
Those eyes, that smile, that voice...
What was I saying?
Oh, that's right. I'm glad to hear you had a good day are have read the precautions. Have you had a mouthful yet? You did wear your protective goggles and gloves when opening the box, correct?
I have to run for awhile. Tell Martha, Seven and NO (and everyone else) I said hello and I'll be home later. I'm going get crabby with Mya then I have a date with the laundry ~ again.
Have fun Ergo, Sweetcheeks, Elena, any lurkers!
Goodnight (for now) and sweet dreams to one and all!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Sweetcheeks: Don't forget to send those pictures to me!!!!
goodnight wendy, I'm going to open a box later so everyone can see lol
we have nothing like Lucky Charms here at all, not even remotely like it
Night Wendy
Mayo
Well so far the adventure as been a lot of fun. We saw Watchmen and Stormy loved it. I took her to the buffet here at the casino and she ate tons of crab legs. Right now she's driving me nuts because she wants to get a tattoo tomorrow. Okay what she wants is very small and in a spot that no one would see but still she's only 16. Tomorrow we're off to Lawrence Kansas first. Don't know where we'll head after that. But wherever it is I'm sure we'll have fun. (being very optimistic right now)
So anyway, that's the report. You take care of yourself. LOL Stormy just said "Ask Mayo what he thinks about me getting a tattoo."
I told her I asked. Back me up on this one okay?
Well off to bed now.
Night Mayo
Elena (my eye is twitching)
goodnight elena, (and Stormy) sweet dreams
(and leave your poor mum some sanity? lol)
Ergo
Stormy just said "no"
LOL
Is there anybody around?
hello anon
I just tried Lucky Charms, they are quite tasty, but I can't imagine eating them for breakfast, I am going to have them like a container of snacks to have a few bits of every now and then
they are very different to any cereal I have ever tried
oh wow, over 2 hrs later, I really cannot get this time zone difference, well I never really try, just post and hope lol
Mayo & SS
sorry guys
I think the rather stressful week has caught up with me tonight and I am stuffed. I am off to bed now for a very needed sleep
take care of yourselves and those you love
much love EPxx
goodnight blogbelieve see you in my morning
xx
Morning Everyone
Well we are getting ready to set sail for adventure.
Oh crap now I have The Love Boat song stuck in my head.
Have a great day friends.
Bon Voyage, Elena and Stormy! Have a safe trip.
For all, a question for the day, inspired by comments.
What was your favorite candy as a child? You know, the kind that sent you careening around the room and drove your mother to seriously thinking about locking you in the garage?
Have fun!
Anima, Jennicula, Anon616, Paperheart,
My most sincere and heartfelt condolences.
Morning Mayo! Morning SS! Morning everyone!
Mayo,
Whatchya doing?
SS,
Do you remember Bell Biv Devoe? Ya know, the song about the girl being poison? Uh-huh. That one. I'm singing that today and I don't know why. Just thought you'd like to know. Bwahaha. O_o
Hope life is treating you unbelievably well!
Favorite candy? OMG, it had to be Fun Dip. I still love that stuff. And Tiny Tarts were da bomb. Now I love anything really sour. Oh, and Cry-Baby bubblegum! Yhuussss!!!
Tomorrow is Friday! Yay!
Hope everyone is having an awesome day so far. :)
How many people have seen that pic of Gerard drinking? Is it a recent pic? Looks like it is.
cupcake said...
Odd private picture of Gerard posted at BN.
There is a bit of debate there about whether it is new or old. What do you guys think?
Oh, and hello to you all. Long time no blog.
March 18, 2009 10:50 PM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
that's really interesting. i for one think it's a bit old, maybe around early 05. at first it was mainly the hair that clued me in, but i don't think he's had a gut like that since back in the day.
though i do think he had hair similar to that recently. and his face is skinnier like recently. the picture looks like it's in a house. the girl on the left definitely isn't lynz, alicia, or jamia...maybe frances? and there's a male hand at the bottom right.
i can't tell what's in gerard's hand though. maybe a cell phone, cigarette? no...i think it's a glass, like the one on the table.
hm. the one on the table definitely has wine in it, but i can't tell what's in his, his hand in covering it.
i have an inkling that it's recent, but because his amaaaaaaazing wife isn't glued to his side, maybe it is older. or maybe it's just cuz i don't want him to be drinking recently /=
March 18, 2009 11:36 PM
Anonymous said...
He has the belly of a seasoned drinker.
March 18, 2009 11:41 PM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Going off of what 11:36 said, I think the photo is fairly new. His face wasn't that thin during the Revenge days, but it has been recently.
But, giving him the benefit of the doubt, I hope this was taken long ago enough that they didn't know about the baby.
March 18, 2009 11:59 PM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
If he's going to fall off the wangon, he should be more carefull about drinking around people with cameras!
Maybe he's drinking because of the baby?
March 19, 2009 12:24 AM
Martha Jones said...
Why would he have to be careful. The fan girls would never believe he has fallen off the wagon. He could walk around with an open beer can drinking it and they wouldn't believe it.
March 19, 2009 12:39 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
He never stop being an alcoholic, you are one for the rest of your life. There are just periods of recovery. And then there are relapses.
March 19, 2009 12:46 AM
Anonymous said...
He could walk around with an open beer can drinking it and they wouldn't believe it.
Yeah, he'd either be holding it for someone else or he'd be trying to make a really deep message to the fans. Just like he was when mentioned about buying cocaine on the Asian tour. *rolls eyes*
March 19, 2009 2:02 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
The pic looks old to me because I haven't seen him wearing light jeans like that in forever. Also, he has on a wrist band, which I haven't seen him wear since Warped 05.
Not to say that I don't think he wouldn't drink. The fact that he married a woman who bragged at PR about stashing bottles under her bunk so she could start every day with a drink leads me to believe that his "sobriety" has long since bit the dust.
March 19, 2009 5:29 AM
Anonymous said...
Has anybody seen the "Give 'em Hell, Kid" teaser for the USB/Vest thing they're showing on the website?
My God, but Gerard sounds awful. I can't see this band lasting much longer. His voice has never been all that great, but somewhere during the Black Parade tour, it just completely turned to shit.
March 19, 2009 6:01 AM
http://www.buzznet.com/tags/gerardway/photos/gerard/?id=69444681
Better look before BN takes it down....
why would they take it down?
nSweetcheeks: Don't forget to send those pictures to me!!!!
I sure will. Sorry for leaving you hanging sugarplum. Last night I lost my internet signal yet again, and it just got restored about an hour ago. Boooo. I went to check my email and apparently I've been given a potential job position at a insurance company up in the northern suburbs somewhere; it's a full time sales position complete with benefits and pay advances, and this was after I posted a resume. I'll probably go check it out.
Hey and bye to anyone here, hope you have a good day.
What was your favorite candy as a child?
------------------------------
Hmmm...When I was a kid, there used to be a convenience store right by my house, and they would sell tootsie rolls and bubble gum for 10 cents each, so I would always buy a big lunch bag with those. I remember once I had to go to the hospital because I ate too much candy, lol. I was a skinny kid back then.
My favorite candy was Lemon Heads when i was in Junior high. We used to buy boxes of them and stick them in our purse and sneak them in class. The best way to enjoy them is to suck on them only for a minute and then bite off the outer layer. It makes your eyes go like this >_< Yum!
*comes in singing*
Cry at night
No one in sight
And we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I aint got the time to spare
Yeah
Do you wanna touch
^Check out Joan Jett working that string bikini like only she can!^
Hello Mayo, SS, Sweetcheeks, Ergo, Elena, Smoke, anons one through twenty, watchers and lurkers!
How are you all today? Happy and feeling good, I hope!
10:37 ~ Thank you. *hugs*
Sweetcheeks: Did we do the hair yet? I'm anxious to see the results!
Ergo: Oh no! I bet it was the sugar rush that made you so tired!!! I'm sorry!!! I'll send something healthy next time. Some Cajun Trail Mix, perhaps. That has very little sugar. It could, possibly, have a two year suppy of sodium and pepper!
:P
10:35 ~ My favorite candy? Hmmm... I would have to say it was a three way tie: Hot Tamales, Now and Laters and Oompas!!!
Any one of those would have sent me careening through the garage, back into the house, out to the yard and down the street straight into the neighbor's pool!
When I entered High School, my candy obsession became peanut m&m's. Some club or another was always selling those around school. Very easy to get your hands on a box of them. And, they DID melt in your hands if you didn't eat them fast enough!
False advertising! Someone should have sued them!
;)
That is all for now. I have a light bulb to take care of!
Have a great 'what remains of the day/evening' everyone!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ, Meese, DG, AIP, SIM and DW!
good morning!
favourite candy is a hard to decide ,and to remember, lol, long time ago..
plus these may be stuff we only get over here
at the little corner store near our home you would get a bag of mixed lollies and they were 1/2 c each or even 1/4 c, the bigger special ones were 1 or 2 c, so you'd get heaps (remember we are talking '70s here)
I have always really liked the fake candy teeth, they were a pink "gum" shape with white teeth and you could sit them over your own, sort of, they tasted really nice, Chickos which were cocoa flavour jelly babies and liquorice bullets (liquorice bits coated in choc)
I still choose the gummy type candy over chocolates, I love snakes and jelly babies, and I like to tie snakes into knots in my mouth, it's almost a habit now
candy teeth
chickos
liquoriche bullets
can I suggest a pic link for candy, if people can as I have no idea what anything wendy said was !! lol
Hi wendy
Greeting & Salutations,
Yummy, tasty delights seems to be the topic at hand, huh?
A Rose for Emily...
hello Emily!!
Hey EP, I thought no one was on and just refreshed.
How's it going?
A Rose for Emily...
damn must have missed Emily
I'm getting dressed for work
Are u going? Oh well, I'll be on tomorrow then. Have a great day at work. Hope to talk to you soon.
A Rose for Emily...
oh poo now I think I've probably missed you again
lol ah we are ships passing in the thursday night/friday morning
I really get annoyed with how work interferes with my blog social life!!
off to work now, see anyone later
have good nights :]
Happy Birthday to me!
Nighty night peeps, have a great weekend.
xxxxx
♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY ♥
Did you wear your tassels for your birthady?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MissT
Goodnight miss t. Happy birthday! ♥
Hey anons, anyone else about.
Hey BC
How are you?
A GIANT Happy Birthday to the lovely MissT!
I hope you have a grand day to yourself doing whatever it is you plan to do!
Hey Amy
How's it going?
Hey Elena!
Not bad. Just came by to drop off some good Birthday vibes. Headin off to bed now though.
I really, really am glad it's almost friday!
Goodnight everyone!
Well damn Amy off to bed already?
Have a good night. Hope to talk to ya tomorrow.
Happy Birthday Miss t. I hope it is wonderful.
hello everyone.
ergo, your experience of american breakfast cereal really made me grin! i forget how sweet everything is here.
and speaking of sweet, i was trying to recall my favorite candy, but i don't think i had just one -- we didn't get a lot of it when i was a little kid, about the only candy-style treat we got was when we'd ask mom for a piece of fruit stripe gum, which she kept up on top of the refrigerator out of our reach. *heh*
later on, though, i remember summers spent scrounging up change and riding my bike a half-mile to the nearest convenience store, all in the single-minded quest for candy. grape-flvored bubble yum, jolly ranchers, sweet tarts, nerds, starburst -- whatever caught my fancy. i remember there was a willy wonka jawbreaker called a dinosaur egg -- when you made your way through the layers there was an actual candy dinosaur inside.
thanks for the fun question, anon. *grin*
and miss t.! i totally forgot it was your birthday until i came here -- so sorry, and i hope you had a great day! *hugs*
good night everyone. sweet dreams. :)
mayo,
if you had been in the warehouse this afternoon, you would have received quite the earful! there were five of us there, cleaning furniture and household items, and somehow, we fell into a discussion regarding relationship conundrums -- being the other woman, the owrth of one night stands, and the consequences of friends-becoming-lovers.
it was quite involved, and raised a lot of hypothetical situations to consider. ethics came up, of course, and the golden rule was mentioned...which reminded me of the pagan version, known as the wiccan rede.
an it harm none, do what thou wilt.
i hadn't thought about this ideal for awhile -- i confess i'm not always the most diligent pagan -- and describing its import for my co-workers made me realize how much i missed it.
it seems a simple piece of advice -- you can do whatever you want as long as you aren't hurting anyone -- but when you really start thinking about it, it becomes quite complex, and even demanding.
i've read essays about it, suggesting that the "thou" refers not to the individual, but the divine portion of the individual, so that the "will" the rede refers to is a deeper one than just one's general desires -- though they are certainly a part of the rede, as well! but if you read it that way, then each decision and action requires you to get in touch with the inner voice, and listen to the guidance it gives you.
the phrase "an it harm none" is deceptively simple, as well. what constitutes "harm"? we inadvertently hurt each other all the time, and what about eating, or just walking...would you know if you stepped on an ant? take the rede to its extreme, and you have a pagan version of a jain monk.
i've always thought "harm" referred to intentional hurt, and the willingness to repair the damage done by the unintentional. it still requires a level of awareness of one's actions that isn't always easy to maintain.
still, it's an ideal that fits in with my own understanding of honor, something i was happy to be reminded of.
and who would have thought that such a reminder would have come out of a bunch of women talking about sex! *grin*
good night, mayo, and may juicy philosophical questions lurk through your days, ready to pounce. it's always fun to wrestle with them, don't you think?
Hello Mayo, SS, Sweetcheeks, MissT, Elena, Martha, Amy, TJ, everyone!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISST!!!!!
I left an extra, special, tasty gift for you at Seven's! I think a few other people left some sweet treats there, for you, as well!
How is everyone tonight? Good, I hope!
Ergo: I shall be happy to provide visual aid (candy wise)!
Hot Tamales. They're chewy, cinnamon candies and they make you sweat!
Now and Laters. The grape and the sour apple were always my favorites!!
Peanut (and thensome) M&Ms!!!
Unfortunately, the original "Oompaas" are no more!
:(
They were these chocolate and peanut butter disks (about the size of a quarter) with a crunchy, colored candy coated "shell"!!! They were YUMMY!!!!!
Sweetcheeks: Did we do the hair? What else did you do today?
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
honey I'm Hoooome!!!!
*runs to the door ~ in three and a half inch heels, balancing a scothch on the rocks in one hand and holding a newspaper in the other ~ to greet Ergo*
Ergo!!!! Welcome home! How was your day?
*smoooooooch*
ah now that's what I call service!!
good thanks dear
and thanks for the pics, though we do have peanut m&m's here, lol
I am snacking on Lucky Charms, what's for dinner/
I don't like the marshmallow bits much, the cereal is tasty though, there are too many marshmallows, it just tastes sugary, a few is ok though
Mayo
So how's it going? I had a really good day. Stormy and I made it to Lawrence and well we never left. There is just so much to do here. Can we say shopping all damn day? Well I guess it wasn't all day because I did get my evil rose tattoo finished like I wanted it and Stormy got her hair done. It was one of those days where everything just fell into place. I wanted to get my tat and called just in time to grab an appointment that came available. Stormy decided to get her hair done and called and got the last appointment of the day. I love days like that.
So anyway I really like my tattoo. Josh who did it has damn cute. Not saying that makes a difference but hey it did make the pain much less. LOL. He did lose points though because when asked about the design he didn't know who MCR was. But he gained points because he thought the artwork was really cool.
Anyway Stormy took a pic on her new phone so you can see her hair and my tat.
Tat and Hair
So hope things in your world are going good. Hope you have one of those day where everything just falls into place. Take care.
Night Mayo
Elena
Oh hi Wendy and Ergo
Good to see you guys!
Would you like me to refresh that drink for you, honeybunch?
Hey... what do mean you don't like my breakfast cereal marshmallows?
I bet you wouldn't talk that way to your mother!
*runs to bedroom and slams door*
Elena: Stormy looks even more like you now!!!! She's beautiful!
I'm loving that new tattoo too! I still say OUCH!
Goodnight Elena! Sweet dreams to you and Stormy!
*says all that in between sobs and through closed bedroom door*
thanks wendy
*holds out empty glass*
damn I think I've offended her :/
Hi Elena
great tattoo and lovely hair!!
*yells through door*
no really, they are nice, just maybe....a few less....per mouthful....
LOOOK!! I'm eating them!!!
*peeps out the bedroom door*
*pouts*
Give me a smooch and all will be forgiven. You forgot to do that when you came in and that's why I got so upset. It wasn't REALLY the marshmallows!
I just miss your smoooooches. You've been neglecting me!
*dabs tissue under eyes*
Thanks Wendy. I told Stormy you like her hair. She said thank you.
Awwww.... you DO love me!!!!
*runs out of bedroom and tackles Ergo to the ground*
*sees she can't breathe*
*realize some of those marshmallows must have lodged in her windpipe*
*quickly picks her off ground and administers Heimlich maneuver*
Ergo? Ergo? Are you okay?
sorry had a bit of a sugar coma hit
*smooooooooooooooooooooooooch*
better?
Thinking of you today PH
*hug*
♥
Uh do you two wanna be alone?
me!
Thinking of you today PH
*hug*
♥
*happy dance with elena*
Sorry Ergo
I didn't realize it was top o'the page time
That's much better, Ergo! Thank you! How's your breathing now? I hope I didn't break a rib doing that Heimlich maneuver. I'm rusty!
;)
Elena: Tell Stormy "you're welcome" for me! What's on the itinerary for tomorrow?
I would also like to send Paperheart some more *hugs*.
*prepares a fresh scothch on the rocks for Ergo*
Tomorrow? Well more shopping of course
elena said...
Uh do you two wanna be alone?
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Not unless you brought THAT costume for me to wear tonight!
;)
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