Frank posted a blog tonight on My Chem's website, which I won't quote, suffice to say that you should all go read it right now! It pretty much sums up my feelings the vast majority of the time.
But the reason why I bring it up and why I am posting here at 1:30am in the morning when I should be sleeping, or also doing a lot of other things higher on my priority list than this, is because it immediately inspired me to have some of his words written somewhere in my house to remind me of these things when life gets in the way.
So I made this. It's black paint on glass with gloss paper underneath. I etched all the words in backwards with my swiss army knife, so they would read correctly on the shiny side of the glass.
I posted this on twitter a few days ago, but am quite proud of it, so thought I would post on here. I made this with laundry marker and fabric paint and it's the first shirt/homemade band merch I have ever done, so yay! Can't wait to wear it to My Chem next year.
In other news, 8 days to Danger Days! Countdown is on, go Australia :)
But this did happen and it did make my day. I think she is totally awesome and has managed to emerge as a beautiful, smart, together woman in spite of the legacy and madness she was born into.
I'll stop being a dork now. /fangirl. Btw, we were referencing Pretty Reckless. Which is pretty ironic when you think about it, as Taylor Momsen so obviously wants to be the next Courtney Love...
I know I have been rather slack on here lately with life, work etc getting in the way of spending any quality time (and most importantly I have to say sorry to my very dear hearts that I owe emails too! I know!), but I saw this and had to get off my slack butt and share it...
There are so many shades of awesome in this footage, it is impossible to even...
*breathes* If you would rather not have me spoilt it for you, watch now!
Otherwise, let me list just some of the awesome for you... Gee calling Mikey and Frank his kid brothers, Gee singing Live & Let Die (what!?! I die!), Frank blowing smoke on Gee for attention, Axemurderer Matt!, AfroGabe!!! (yes, GABE!!!!), Gee's sweet baby face, Mikey fixing Gee's hair...god, how do they even function with that much adorableness...
Anyway, just watch it! It's probably some of the earliest footage I have ever seen of them (besides Penn 02), and I love love LOVE the backstage stuff especially.
On a side note, now that I have ventured back again, shall hopefully post up a few more random things. <3 I don't even think I could begin to talk about the new songs yet, suffice to say they make my heart explode.
Gee: You know what I think's gonna happen? I think rock's gonna blow people's private parts. Mikey: What he said. Frank: *shrugs*
Quite possibly my favourite Australian band, despite the fact that I was completely oblivious to their awesomeness when I first saw them. I'm sorry! I hated it when you guys broke up. Please come back. I love you all. Maybe, or maybe not, especially the ring chick.
What's this? A new picture? You're writing new songs? Fuck yes. Thank you. Come to Brisbane soon! That's all I ask.
Look, I know I have gone off the deep end the past couple of weeks what with My Chem resurfacing and their completely infuriating but genius way of revealing everything. Just wanted to say that as much as I love them so goddamn much, hopefully there might be other things to post about in the not too distant future, so if you'll just continue to indulge me for the time being...
About 10 and a half hours from now (at 4:30am in the morning for yours truly), My Chem are finally revealing their new single on KROQ radio (11:30am PDT). Due to the magnificent foresight of corporate arseholes, the site is blocked to me and apparently everyone outside of the US! But they are no match for us! I have tracked down a link through twitter for a webpage that will stream it (http://bit.ly/b01ZS5), and will be both listening to it with extreme hysteria and attempting to record it for everyone who doesn't share my crazystupid body clock.
If this is successful, I will post a link on twitter for downloading/listening so everyone can experience the awesome. Not sure how successful that will be, but here's hoping! And yes, you can expect a crazy post from me when I get home from work and have calmed down enough to type. And maybe one day, I will be able to tone down this constant fixation I seem to have going on at the moment. However, I also seem to have had this affliction for years and years now, so if I were you, I really wouldn't hold out too much hope for me. God knows I don't.
If you're like me and currently violently killing your net downloads by loading and reloading everything My Chem, the following links will definitely help. :)
Hope these links stay up for a while. I didn't make them, so not sure. But if they don't work, let me know and I can email the files to anyone who wants them.
Pic source:katsomething.tumblr.com
We’re on your property, standing in a V-formation...
This is really weird. I posted this at the start of this month about a dream I had. True story.
So, it turns out I was waaaay off on the album title... as expected. But one of the lines from "Na Na Na" is quite clearly "just like a sleeper cell". Was my brain actually trying to tell me something? Hmm, will have to ponder on that one. But in honour of this fact (and because I can now claim this extremely tenuous connection), I have changed my blog banner as appropriate. XD /nerd.
OMFG guys! I cannot tell you how much I am losing my shit right now. Sofuckingawesome! Everything! Gee's hair! Frank! MIKEY! RAY! I have missed these guys so much that seeing so much of them now is just crazy! And the concept and everything! Death proof! Yes! Anyway, WATCH THIS! And watch this again a thousand times over like I am going to stop writing and do! xoxox
EDIT: Okay, so I have calmed down a little and watched it a few times now, BUT IT IS STILL FUCKING AWESOME! My favourite bit would have to be "Killjoys, make some noise!" when Frank and Gee look at each other, but basically all of it is amazing. So so cool and so old school in a way. Like what the fuck, did Mikey really strangle that guy with a game controller on his arm? And Gee's hair, I want it! And their jackets! And the car. My other favourite bit is when the girl leans out of the car, I want that. That. Right there. And Gee's face when they have the stand off across the road, and Frank reading the paper...and Frank! It's fucking Frank! And the way the green mask guy dances around when he's shot in the diner, and Mikeyfaces! And and and!
Seriously though. This proves why these guys have had such a profound effect on me... there's just something so fundamental about them that gets me, and even though we have waited so very fucking long for this record, getting this in return is so worth it. And it's only the beginning! I love their minds. Well shit, I think I just might explode now.
The information for My Chem's first single off the new album has apparently been posted on the Warner's publicity site. The following link gives the single's name, artwork and release date. It's a livejournal post showing a screencap, so of course there is always some doubt, but it looks pretty legit to me. Especially the artwork. Once again, it's your choice...
Apparently HMV has done it again and alledgedly released the name of My Chem's new album. I'm not going to say it here, because for some weird logic, I have no problem announcing the release date, but think if you want to know the title, it should be a conscious decision on your part... so if you want to know it, here's the link (CLICK!).
It is actually the same link I used the other week (which I have now taken down), so therefore shows they have updated the same database entry as they have received the information. The release date has also changed from the 8th November to the 22nd November.
The following tweet pretty much confirms it. And in case that wasn't enough evidence, the same title and release date was also leaked in a tweet the other day by a New Zealand radio station (which was quickly deleted).
So guys, looks like we are counting down to the 22nd of November!<3
EDIT: Rolling Stone article with even more information about the album HERE. Doesn't say the title however.
RE-EDIT: Now HMV has taken the title down and says it's to be confirmed. Interesting.
This morning I found what appears to be a leak for the My Chem album. After downloading it in excruciating speed (honestly, it felt like realtime), I open it with winzip only to discover that the files are encrypted! fuckshitgoddamnbitchfuckshit. *rememberstobreathe*
Okay, so here is what I know...
The album, if it is indeed real, is called Murderer and has 15 songs on it (all mpeg audio files). Of course, there were no titles on the encrypted files, only numbers, so I can't even tell whether the titles match what we already know. It says that they were last modified on the 14 June, 2010, which is interesting in itself, as the timeframe kind of fits with when they would have been finishing the album BUT! Mr Ray Toro himself tweeted this pic (http://yfrog.com/j63oej) on 10th July, which shows (in my opinion) protools bouncing a final album to disc, so therefore the dates don't match. My brain! So either it's a false alarm? Or Ray was slow posting pics? Or the date has been altered on the files?
Anyway, will keep investigating and will let you know if I discover anything further or unlock the album! But I have to say, awesome cool name! (and not entirely dissimilar from my prediction, SLEEPERRR!) XD
xoxox
And if they're after me... well, then they're after you...
EDIT: Apparently this leak has been around since June? Anyone know anything else about this? Am I just really late to the party on this one? What is going on? Has the world gone CRAZY?
I am so insanely stung I missed out on this by like an hour. I have all the other ones and was hanging out to get the last one to complete the set. I know I shouldn't care so much about something like this, but I really do! I can't help it. :(
So if anyone at all wants to sell me theirs or knows of anyone who might be willing to part with it for good money, I will pay! And love you forever! Anyone? Please? Phuleeeese? *begs* Please contact ripley13@gmail.com :)
PLEASE REBLOG… I NEED TO FIND SOMEONE WILLING TO SELL ME ONE. THANK YOU. <3
I get the feeling that maybe Becky Cloonan knows something about all this My Chem malarky that we don't. For those who might not know who she is, she's an American comic book creator who has been announced as the illustrator for Gerard Way's upcoming series, "KillJoys". Now, I'm not making any claims here, just presenting the evidence... it could all just be completely unrelated, although it is one HELL of a coincidence.
I decided to ressurect my tumblr site from it’s fiery grave as a place to pass on some of the great pics, comments or amusing things I find on the net.
I know, I know...not another one!
Sure, it’s completely superfluous, but thought it could be entertaining to bookmark it nonetheless. If nothing else, it can at least be a welcome distraction when you are bored, need a break from whatever else it is you do or just want to blatantly procrastinate.
The Tivoli, or The Tiv as it is affectionately known in these here parts, is a small place big on character. As much as I could go on and on about it, and for a short part I will, I could never convey entirely how awesome this place is and how much love I have for it.
It's an actual theatre house built in 1917 that regularly hosts concerts/gigs with a capacity of just 1500. So no matter who you're seeing, it's an amazing, intimate environment that feels like home. It's got red velvet benches, beautiful french mirrors, a stunning ladies room (yes, that's important), three bars, two levels, although the floor is better... shit, it's just awesome, okay? It also has a signed My Chem shirt framed above one of it's bars that it is absolute tradition to go say hello to whenever you are there.
Ever had a moment where you felt like another species of animal understood you perfectly and tried to answer you back? If so, describe.
All the time. :) My dog and cat are both really good at reading me and respond accordingly. I guess the most noticeable times are when I am upset, they don't do any of their normal annoying stuff and just come and sit quietly by me and keep me company, watching me with their big doe eyes. I wish they could talk back just so I could find out what goes on in their heads.
There's apparently this group of mostly British male models who are collectively known as the Homme boys. Josh Beech, Ash Stymest and Luke Worall to name just a few. Truly beautiful young things covered in tattoos, complete with an 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. And the high-end designers LOVE them.
I held off on posting something about this, because I didn't want to whore it out, but I got a formspring! And guess what? I'm whoring it out. :)
Honestly though, I just like the idea of being able to ask questions and generate conversation. Probably the best thing about having this whole blog thing is that it's somewhere for me to post random thoughts and ideas, and hopefully get some feedback to reassure me I'm not completely crazy, but mostly just to share common interests etc with people who seem to get me way better than most people in my 'real' life do.
So anyway, if you weren't already aware, I got a formspring. You can ask me absolutely anything you want, and I promise to answer it as truthfully and candidly as possible. Also, I have no problem with anonymous questions (besides the obvious curiosity factor), so if you want to talk about anything at all, just use the box in the side panel and click away.
Are you ever going to finish Fuel This Flame? I'm just wondering. No pressure intended or anything. =)
Is this my conscience talking? :S
Well, whoever you are, thanks for the interest! :) I honestly intend to finish it one day, I always have. I never meant to just cut it off like that, life at the time just got in the way, I was going through a lot and then it just became this insurmountable thing.
I guess these days I have come to the realisation that I won't realistically be able to do an ongoing chaptered thing, but I would still like to give it some closure with an epilogue as such. Saying that though, I don't really know how or why or when. I do think I managed to leave them in a fairly happy place, so I have faith they are surviving there together until I somehow manage to get back to them and give them the ending they deserve.
Towards everyone that read and supported it, I do feel bad that it was never finished like I wanted. :( I hope one day to fix that, and maybe if anyone else remembers it at that point, they would get some satisfaction from that too.
Who's your favourite author, why, and whats your favourite of their work?
Yay, first question! *clapshandsinglee* Thank you for indulging me :) But such a hard one too!
I would have to say as far as poets go, William Blake is the standout. I don't really have a good reason why. One of my favourite movies ever is Dead Man, and I think just the way his poetry and themes was worked into that gave me such a deep love of his work. And W.B. Yeats, after seeing the movie Equilibrium (also one of my favourites).
As far as novel authors go, I don't really have a standout favourite. I went through a F. Scott Fitzgerald stage recently, but I wouldn't say he was a favourite. I don't really make that much time to sit down and read, so that's probably why poetry is sticks out more when I think of favourites. I went through a Twilight phase, but I don't really classify her as a favourite or great author, she just wrote an amazing hook.
In terms of favourite works, I don't really have any firm standouts either, more just particular lines that stick with me from various works.
Oooh, Shakespeare! I can't believe I nearly forgot. I know it sounds like a cliche, but I love pretty much all his works that I know. The St Crispin's Day speech is amazing stuff, not to mention Romeo & Juliet and Titus and Hamlet...the list goes on.
Today I actually got off my arse and did something productive. Yay me! *dances*
Since I moved into my house, I have been trying to save up to buy myself a proper wardrobe. I have drawers and stuff and a hanging rack, but nowhere near enough to store all my clothes. So now it is more than a year later, and I still haven't come any closer to buying one, so my mum (having gotten fed up with piles of clothes always being on the floor and my bed) ever so kindly bought me these wire storage baskets from a garage sale near her place.
One of my strong beliefs is that you get the tattoos you deserve. To me, this means that the time, thought, design, sentiment and effort put into obtaining each tattoo is reflected through the ink in your skin.
This week Rhianna got a neck tattoo. Apparently it was meant to say rebel flower in French. Only in the French language, the noun comes before the adjective. So essentially, it says flower rebel. On her neck.
Cool.
Thanks for proving my point, RiRi.
"Everyone gets the tattoo they deserve." - Fox Mulder, X-Files
UPDATE: Apparently Rhianna has come out and said in a text, “rebelle fleur translates to rebel flower, NOT rebelious flower, its 2 nouns so in that case fleur does not HAVE to be first! Fyi, cuz they will ask”. Yeah, cause saying rebel instead of rebellious totally makes it a non-describing word and therefore a noun. Unless you are claiming it's "rebel. flower." as two seperate entities, your argument is up to shit. You dun goofed. And I should really stop investing so much time into this.
People may not know this but I have actually had a twitter account for over a year now. I think I set it up more to just secure the name than anything else, and it was forever until I actually went on there and sent my first tweet. Btw, I still feel like an idiot calling it that.
It's only through the establishment of this blog that I have been logging in to Twitter more often, firstly to promote my posts but now primarily to comment on things and keep in contact. But in the last couple of days, my interest in it has exploded. I don't know whether its the fact that I can now access it from my phone, that I have a fancy tweetdeck app on Babygrey (my laptop), or just the simple fact that its basic premise is so inherently addictive, but I can't seem to step away.
Maybe I will get over it soon, but for right now, I am fixated. I feel like I have missed the boat on this a bit as everyone seems to have been doing it long before me, but now I can understand why its so massive.
Plus its awesome for stalking.
Not that I do that. At all.
EDIT: Plus my name's not really ripley. I'm a filthy liar.
So the premise of The Pov Food Plan (PFP) is that you can absolutely live on muffins, eggs, baked beans, peanut butter and mi goreng for a week. It pretty much covers all the basic food groups, right? So doable.
*Please note: this is a scientific experiment for research purposes and is in no way related to having to buy Soundwave tickets...
Lots of things in this world are cute. Puppies are cute. A dress can be cute. Lots of boys are cute.
But sometimes, something comes along that is in possession of such a unique brand of cute, it transcends the mere description of being called cute, and becomes URIECUTE...
I was just watching tv and this song randomly came on. I haven't seen it for a few years and FUCK, just watch it. Sorry for the weird aspect, it was the only one I could find.
I fucking loved this movie hardcore when it came out and seeing this filmclip just bought it all back. I love, love, love this movie! The imagery is so, so beautiful and just so cohesive and an entire world onto itself. The story rips my heart apart every single time I watch it, and the whole thing is just so, so good. Leonardo (so would), Jamie Kennedy, Paul Rudd, Jesse Bradford and John Leguizamo... even Claire Danes was brilliant in this! The Shakespeare is done in such a modern way but still holds true, and even today I can quote lines and lines of prose from this movie. Baz Luhrman was a fucking visionary on this movie and it is still one of my all time favourites. I had just forgotten how much until now. I even think it is where most of my current obsession with religious iconography comes from. Not because of the religious context so much, just because it is so goddamn beautiful.
If for some reason you haven't seen this movie, you really need to. This is seriously grounds for friendship fail if you don't.
I know I am not an American, but today is a red-letter politics day anyway.
A federal judge in San Francisco has overturned Proposition 8, which banned same-sex marriages, and has ruled that gays and lesbians have a constituional right to marry. He stated that Prop 8...
"fails to advance any rational basis in singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license. Indeed, the evidence shows Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California Constitution the notion that opposite-sex couples are superior to same-sex couples. Because Proposition 8 prevents California from fulfilling its constitutional obligation to provide marriages on an equal basis, the court concludes that Proposition 8 is unconstitutional.”
Through reasonings of complete insanity, last week I managed to do a quick fly down to Melbourne (omg!) and see one of my favourite bands, 30 Seconds to Mars, for the first time. Now, some of you may have read my previous post concerning my unhealthy obsession with Jared Leto, and even though it was awesome to see his flesh in the, um, flesh... suprisingly, the night wasn't really about him. It was about the band as a whole and finally getting to hear the songs I love played live.
Needless to say, 'twas most awesome! And to celebrate both this and the fact that the plane didn't crash to a fiery death on the trip back home, here is an exceedingly indulgent picspam of said concert! I shrunk the pics so as not to be too annoying to load... :)
It serves no purpose in my life whatsoever and definitely falls under my current shopping ban.
But it's gooey black eyes and band merch smile are doing me in.
I went out for drinks with work last Friday night and this is what happened...
But first... back story! There's a guy I work with, who is actually an alright guy and we have a lot in common, but I have absolutely no interest in him like that, I think you know what I mean. But anyway, a couple of years ago, we became friends and for a while it was cool, hanging out at work and having someone to talk to about bands etc. But then we went to the movies (as friends!) and then out to see a band (as friends!) and after that things got weird.
When you are a child and people ask you what you want to be when you grow up, the answer is easy. Pick a career. For me, it was always a vet, and then later a psychologist (I was a complicated child). And maybe in the secrets of my mind, also an actress or a dancer.
Now that I am older, I care less and less about job titles. I don’t want to know what you do to pay your bills and keep clothes on your back. I want to know what moves you, what grabs your interest and what makes your heart bleed.
As some of you may know, I just got back from holidays a few days ago, and even though I have a ton of stuff I want to write about and let out into the world eventually, I still haven't even gotten myself together yet, let alone the thoughts in my head. I guess I told myself I would take it easy and just write when I am ready to make some sense out of anything at all.
So there I am, happily procrastinating my life away while I do the internet rounds, and then I happen to see this...
I think this is the last time I am going to be able to post before I go away, so wanted to take the opportunity to say thank you for the amazing support so far on this new crazy brainvomit idea and also to say a huge thank you for just being so awesome. I really appreciate the way you guys were able to look beyond whatever I managed to fuck up in the past and just be willing to let me in again.
As the day I walk onto that plane draws nearer, it's weird that I am feeling this way. I should be jumping out of my skin in excitement, and I am sure that feeling will come, but for right now, everything just makes me think about how lucky I am to have people that care for me and wish me well and how much I truly do love them. They're not my family by blood, but surely my family by heart. And sometimes that means so much fucking more.
So to you guys, I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart). And for that, no matter where my travels may take me, good or bad, I know I won't be alone.
I don't know if anyone else knows this band, but I love them. LOVE them. Granted, they haven't released an album in 13 years, but apparently they have reunited and this is their new album...
It isn't even out for a couple of months, but I pre-ordered the CD last night and got an instant download of the whole album, so go figure. But since I got it, I honestly haven't stopped listening to it. It's slow and moody, but sometimes I like slow and moody. Plus, it's extremely beautiful.
Sometimes in life, things happen. You see things you were never meant to see... things no-one is ever meant to see. Things you can't unsee. When something like this happens, the shock and disbelief are instant and you are left wondering where to turn.
Today I went to the shopping mall with my friend and was looking forward to an afternoon of window shopping and catching up. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Too busy wrapped in our own conversation, I had no warning of the impending "thing you can't unsee". It was the smell that hit us first, and for a spilt second I was at a loss, wondering from whence the foul smell came.
I just realised I should have made my previous post title read...Look at her butt.Because then my blog archive would read... Oh. My. God. Becky. Look at her butt.
(She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, you know, who understands those rap guys?)
Okay, so here is my reality. 1) I am going on holidays. 2) I need money for said holiday-making.
So today I go to the bank to see if there is a form I can fill out or something to give me a short break from my house repayments. And their professional response was? Just don't pay, take the money and let us chase you for it when you get back.
No wonder the global economy is shit.
We take to get along, we're holding on, we're holding on...
Years ago, LJ and I adopted a monkey. We called it Becky. We loved Becky. It lived on my myspace and happily hung around all day until I unfortunately stopped visiting it. Today, I decided I am kidnapping it and giving it a new home here. You can make it swing from branch to branch or feed it if you like. Bananas are its favourite.
Possibly the only thing better on a food scale than a Krispy Kreme donut is a FREE Krispy Kreme donut. Especially one that is covered in chocolate icing, filled with cream and has a Jaffa on top.
So what if I am going to a wedding soon and have to wear a tight dress?
Why oh why, do you make it so hard for me to love you? I do though, Jared, despite all your efforts to run me off. Maybe it’s because you are superhot, maybe it’s because you're a terrific actor, maybe it's because of 30 Seconds to Mars, which I love, love, LOVE...I think you get the idea.
Did I mention you were hot? You, fine sir, are C.R.A.Z.Y.H.O.T.
Plus, you’re a friend to the animals...
But despite your many numerous talents and a freakish ability to never age (is your middle name Dorian?), you still find it necessary to keep breaking my heart. You were easily the best thing in Alexander (well, you and Rosario) and your homoerotic, longing stares made even the prospect of Colin Farrell look good.
Okay, so I don't believe in God, so I can't actually claim he hates the Westboro Baptist Church, but I fail to see how any God could condone the kind of ignorant, hateful and hurtful message this church adheres to.
Went to the movies tonight and as I'm walking in, I see ten bucks lying abandoned on the ground, so after checking to see if anyone is looking, I pocket it. Two hours later when the movie is over, I see this girl a few aisles down looking around under the seats and checking her jeans pocket.
I kinda felt bad, but I'm broke and she talked all through the movie anyways.
I guess now I will always remember today as the day I bleached my teeth, the day I started this blog AND the day Hayley Williams flashed the world. Nice work, Hayles.
These few days that I have you here, lying in my arms... I want to grab them from the world and run to the darkest corner of my heart, hide them away forever. Say that we can. Tell me anything at all and I will smile at you in all your innocence.
No matter how life will crumble after this, it will be worth it.
I started this a week or so ago on tumblr. It's a damn pretty site. But then the narcissist in me wanted to read comments, so made the move here.
I guess I could claim that I used to be a writer, or more truthfully, I used to write on a certain website. But as with most things in life, the centre cannot hold and in spite of my forever love for the stories and the people who shaped my heart, this seems more conducive to where I am now.
Crazy kid with no direction, wasting life on high ideals, vanilla coke and an ongoing love affair with her ipod, Mikey. Lives in a cave in the clouds. Coffee!
