So I think me and WordPress are done for a while, guyz. I might resurrect it or go back here, in a few months, but for now I am giving blogging a rest for various reasons.
”Why? I cannot say. Where? You mustn’t know. How? Eh, haven’t decided yet.”
But don’t worry! I can still be found on flickr, on tumblr, on twitter, on Donner, on Blitzen etc. Basically, I’m steadily making my way through all the social networking sites of the earth. Huzzah!
I’ve deleted my first blog (itslikeyeahmotherfucker.blogspot.com), so if you still have that link on your blog, please please update to this one, it would be great I might even cry.
My Favourite Entries or ‘When I Wasn’t Shit‘
My favourite blog entries, in no particular order. I was going to do this with articles but the thought of dredging them all up made me drowsy.
Thank you so much to everyone who wrote to me, left me comments, sent me mp3s, put my name up for blog awards (?!), linked me, read what I wrote and let me read your blogs. U guyz rule. If an awkward, misanthropic nerd can be liked on the internet, well, its proof that dreams really do come true.
If you want to read a blog that isn’t shit click on any of the links below in the links section omg what will you find!
Ash /|\ says: glastonbury is a good festival, a good festival, but it doesn’t cut it when it bullshits around like this
On Marie Antoinette;
Amy oh gosh. says: tbf i loved marie antoinette
Ash /|\ says: I haven’t even seen it.
Amy oh gosh. says: no guy i know likes it
Amy oh gosh. says: you would hate it
Amy oh gosh. says: it would probably set off that switch in your brain that tells you to kill and kill again, which we both know is already balancing precariously
On Discerning Tastes;
Amy oh gosh. says: well tbf atm we are in a social climate that considers la roux a person worth listening to
Ash /|\ says: she is relevant to my interests
Amy oh gosh. says: human females between the ages of 16 and death?
Ash /|\ says: need to be breathing
On Discerning Tastes (Part 2);
Ash /|\ says: I would almost certainly engage in some sort of sexual relations with her
Amy oh gosh. says: I’m sure you’d say the same of a burns victim with large breasts so forgive me if i don’t hold your opinion in high esteem
On Gentlemanly Behaviour;
Ash /|\ says: hope she gets really really pissed so i can take advantage
Amy oh gosh. says: you’re such a good guy, you’re just a really good guy
Ash /|\ says: one of the best
Amy oh gosh. says:a king amongst men
Ash /|\ says: god among mortals
Amy oh gosh. says: looking forward to your first appearance on crimewatch
Ash /|\ says: can’t wait for their drawing of me
Ash /|\ says: the sketch
Ash /|\ says: wonder what it’ll look like
Amy oh gosh. says: hahaha they’ll blatantly make you look like that dude from keane with facial hair
Ash /|\ says: goddamn.
Thank God Big Brother is over;
Amy oh gosh. says: why do people watch big brother
Amy oh gosh. says: why watch people living their lives
Ash /|\ says: who knows.
Amy oh gosh. says: its not even scripted
Amy oh gosh. says: there are no sexy twists
Amy oh gosh. says: just pasty idiots
On Sad Realities;
Ash /|\ says: I’d rather pokemon were real tbh
Ash /|\ says: srs, how fucking badass would that be
Amy oh gosh. says: that would be shit
Ash /|\ says: no it wouldn’t
Amy oh gosh. says: within weeks there’d be adverts talking about how they were being abused or made to compete in dogfights or some shit
Ash /|\ says: that happens with real animals anyway
Amy oh gosh. says: exactly
Amy oh gosh. says: human beings aren’t as pure as anime characters
Amy oh gosh. says: lay your dreams to rest
Ash /|\ says: tbf it’d be better dogfighting if dogs breathed fire and shit
On malicious intent;
Amy oh gosh. says: I hope they don’t play
Amy oh gosh. says: tbf i hoped micheal jackson would pike and well.
Henry Rollins on Electro and DJing. As far as I am concerned anything Henry Rollins has to say is gold anyway. Bonus; watch him beat the shit out of an overenthusiastic fan in his Black Flag days. Such a ledge.
Best. Commercial. Ever.
Needs no further introduction. Poor Reggie. Poor, poor Reggie.
NYC Prep is this reality show about rich teens at sub-standard Private Schools in New York, which I have been watching religiously. The main players are P.C (a gay guy so deep in the closet he has practically found Narnia), Jessie (his potato-faced hag hiding her obvious infatuation behind a thin veneer of blase, bitchy world-weariness), Camille, (the Dorothy Parker of the group, who may be the only person in the world more sarcastic and unnecessarily bitter than me) and Sebastian, (a slow witted young turk, solely interested in awkwardly attempting to get to second base with as many jaded, emotionally uninvested young JAP ’socialites’ as possible, before the clock strikes midnight on his already receding hairline). It rules!
If you are into photography or film and haven’t checked out Tyler Shields, I strongly suggest you do so, some of his stuff is amazing.
The end times are apparently pretty close and should they actually happen I feel this would serve as an accurate depiction of humanity.
Lazy Edit yay! New videos! Everything must go!
Heidi Montag puts on her ‘musical artist’ hat and in a perfect impersonation of Britney circa ‘03, lip syncs her way through a fairly standard pop number i.e a thinly veiled invite to her vagina (sampling Yaz no less). Par for the course these days tbh, I’m yawning into my Red Bull. But wait!
In the full length version of this song Spencer Pratt proves he is more than a coddled man child protectively swathed in Ed Hardy and delusions of grandeur by briefly attempting to rap (”Lay my eyes on a sassy pearl/Heidi Montag/Yeah, that’s my girl”). This deeply embarrassing gaff genuinely made me consider watching The Hills, despite the fact that I still can’t understand what the hell its meant to be about, in the hopes that they filmed him recording it. I can think of no better endorsement.
My friend and I are in constant disagreement about The Mars Volta. He thinks they are musical geniuses, I think they are pretentious douchebags noodling incompetently on their instruments then selling the results to stoned freshers and burnouts disguised as ‘prog rock’. I mean;
”A half mass commute through umbilical blisters
Spector will lurk
Radar has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers”
Seriously, what the fuck? I didn’t even deliberately look for lyrics this fucking stupid, they are from the first title I randomly clicked on. It reads like it was written by a 14 year old in a ‘YOU’RE THE WEIRD ONE’ t-shirt. Which pretty much sums up most of their efforts.Not that you can even fucking understand what the lead singer is actually saying, since he seems to consider every recorded moment wasted unless he is deeply immersed in high pitched ‘experimental’ screeching, like a cat in heat. Anyway. This is the one Mars Volta song that doesn’t make me want to drive a Bic deep into my own eardrums. This is my call for a truce. They are not all bad. Just 99.9% of the time.
