Sunday, 20 March 2011
Music Box
I have nothing much of interest to blog about these days.
Or ever, for that matter.
But this is an idea I thought of in the car yesterday.
Music Box - Musics whut I like to listen to.
Emilie Autumn
What, you didn't know? Shame on you.
It's probably a bit over-dramatic to say "This woman changed my life!", but I'm going to say it anyway. Her music has gotten me through some pretty difficult times. She seemed to just be able to put into words (and music) just how I was feeling. That's the beauty of EA. Her music has emotion, and you can feel it.
I'm a Plague Rat and proud of it! I see people bashing EA, saying she's batshit crazy or whatever. Yes, she is, and she probably does over-react to most things, but that doesn't make her music any less brilliant.
The Birthday Massacre
Oh, TBM. Their music is quite pretty. Pretty?
Yes, pretty.
A couple of their songs, I could listen to them forever. Under the Stairs, Sleepwalking and Lovers End are among them.
I saw them live in October, and they were better than I could have imagined.
I've been listening to them since I was in first year at college, so... 4, 5 years? My second most listened to band after EA, if you pay attention to my last.fm.
Jack Off Jill
For such a long time, JoJ was my favourite band. I'd listen to them and them only. They're not my favourite anymore. They're in a class of their own. The majority of the songs I can play on the bass are JoJ ones. Hell, I even hunted down the type of bass that Robin Moulder used so I could play them right, but never bought it, sadly.
Before I found JoJ, I barely listened to much music. I had a handful of CDs - the first Kasabian album, a couple of Bauhaus albums and one of Dimmu Borgir. I'd listen to them on the bus and if I was walking around town on my own, but that was it.
JoJ kicked off my addiction. My CD shelf is nearly full and I can't go anywhere without my iPod.
ABBA
Umm.... What?
I went to Sweden for New Years, you see. A month or so before I went, I was thinking "What's Swedish? ABBA are Swedish..." and dug out my parents copy of ABBA Gold. Turns out that years of BBC Radio 2, Magic FM and the like made me know most, if not all of their songs.
Also, Mamma Mia! is a genius musical. Yes it is.
I mention to people that I like ABBA, and I get looks of >___>. They're good. End of.
Indica
A quite awesome Finnish band.
I don't know 99% of what they are saying (English versions of songs excluded), but I care not.
They make my ears happy.
Also, they're Finnish.
I sometimes find myself singing in Finnish. It baffles people.
This pleases me.
Dimmu Borgir
One of the two black/whatever metal bands I can stand (the other being Cradle of Filth)
I got into this band after having a crush on this goth boy, and found out that he quite liked them. I couldn't stick any of the other bands he liked, though.
After 6 years, most of the lyrics still just sound like throaty yelling to me. I like the music, however, and the overall vibe.
Sometimes, you just want to hear something that's all big and heavy.
Vermillion Lies / Kim Boekbinder
My apologies to Kim for not giving her a separate entry, but I'm not sure if I can write about her twice.
Vermillion Lies is the duo of Kim and Zoe Boekbinder, their songs being a mix of circus, folk and cabaret, among others.
They have some pretty damn fun songs, like Global Warming, The Astronomer and Circus Fish, the first two of which often get sung in the car to and from college.
The duo went their separate ways and, after quite a while of knowing that she had her own album, I got Kim Boekbinder's The Impossible Girl. I listened to it non-stop for a couple of days.
Birdeatsbaby
Now, I only have a few of their songs, but they deserve a mention since Miserable is second on my Top 25 Most Played on iTunes, and The Trouble and I always Hang Myself With The Same Rope are on there too.
A little bit of Dark Cabaret is good for any occasion.
As images become unruly after 7 or so, I'll perhaps do a Music Box #2 at a later date to get the others in.
Until next time, dear Reader,
Peace and love!
Or ever, for that matter.
But this is an idea I thought of in the car yesterday.
Music Box - Musics whut I like to listen to.
Emilie AutumnWhat, you didn't know? Shame on you.
It's probably a bit over-dramatic to say "This woman changed my life!", but I'm going to say it anyway. Her music has gotten me through some pretty difficult times. She seemed to just be able to put into words (and music) just how I was feeling. That's the beauty of EA. Her music has emotion, and you can feel it.
I'm a Plague Rat and proud of it! I see people bashing EA, saying she's batshit crazy or whatever. Yes, she is, and she probably does over-react to most things, but that doesn't make her music any less brilliant.
Oh, TBM. Their music is quite pretty. Pretty?
Yes, pretty.
A couple of their songs, I could listen to them forever. Under the Stairs, Sleepwalking and Lovers End are among them.
I saw them live in October, and they were better than I could have imagined.
I've been listening to them since I was in first year at college, so... 4, 5 years? My second most listened to band after EA, if you pay attention to my last.fm.
For such a long time, JoJ was my favourite band. I'd listen to them and them only. They're not my favourite anymore. They're in a class of their own. The majority of the songs I can play on the bass are JoJ ones. Hell, I even hunted down the type of bass that Robin Moulder used so I could play them right, but never bought it, sadly.
Before I found JoJ, I barely listened to much music. I had a handful of CDs - the first Kasabian album, a couple of Bauhaus albums and one of Dimmu Borgir. I'd listen to them on the bus and if I was walking around town on my own, but that was it.
JoJ kicked off my addiction. My CD shelf is nearly full and I can't go anywhere without my iPod.
ABBAUmm.... What?
I went to Sweden for New Years, you see. A month or so before I went, I was thinking "What's Swedish? ABBA are Swedish..." and dug out my parents copy of ABBA Gold. Turns out that years of BBC Radio 2, Magic FM and the like made me know most, if not all of their songs.
Also, Mamma Mia! is a genius musical. Yes it is.
I mention to people that I like ABBA, and I get looks of >___>. They're good. End of.
IndicaA quite awesome Finnish band.
I don't know 99% of what they are saying (English versions of songs excluded), but I care not.
They make my ears happy.
Also, they're Finnish.
I sometimes find myself singing in Finnish. It baffles people.
This pleases me.
One of the two black/whatever metal bands I can stand (the other being Cradle of Filth)
I got into this band after having a crush on this goth boy, and found out that he quite liked them. I couldn't stick any of the other bands he liked, though.
After 6 years, most of the lyrics still just sound like throaty yelling to me. I like the music, however, and the overall vibe.
Sometimes, you just want to hear something that's all big and heavy.
Vermillion Lies / Kim Boekbinder
My apologies to Kim for not giving her a separate entry, but I'm not sure if I can write about her twice.
Vermillion Lies is the duo of Kim and Zoe Boekbinder, their songs being a mix of circus, folk and cabaret, among others.
They have some pretty damn fun songs, like Global Warming, The Astronomer and Circus Fish, the first two of which often get sung in the car to and from college.
The duo went their separate ways and, after quite a while of knowing that she had her own album, I got Kim Boekbinder's The Impossible Girl. I listened to it non-stop for a couple of days.
Birdeatsbaby
Now, I only have a few of their songs, but they deserve a mention since Miserable is second on my Top 25 Most Played on iTunes, and The Trouble and I always Hang Myself With The Same Rope are on there too.
A little bit of Dark Cabaret is good for any occasion.
As images become unruly after 7 or so, I'll perhaps do a Music Box #2 at a later date to get the others in.
Until next time, dear Reader,
Peace and love!
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Thoughts of a Bored Me
I'm sitting on the lovely purple sofa in the corner of the new extension at college, waiting for someone to finish their lesson so I can persuade them that they love me enough to suffer through a car journey with me and can put up with me, yet again, babbling about a certain Finn. Somehow, staying at college for an extra hour and a half seems better than getting the bus or the train.
Speaking of Finns, six weeks from now, I'll be in Finland. Only six weeks away. Five weeks, six days if you count the 2 hours 45 minutes I'll be there on the Wednesday. Oh, such wondrous joy!
But enough about that...
I really am just killing time here. I have no inspiration for anything interesting to write about. Just rambling along as usual. I do wish that the college would hurry up and decide to get wireless internet as the Bluetooth DUN, however useful, is slow and eats my phone battery like it's pie or something.
A photography tutor just walked past and asked me if I had an internet connection in here. Maybe that means that they are getting one?
But that's neither important or interesting.
Maybe I should be doing work; doing some design sketches or some research, or maybe trying to source more things for my costume project. The problem is, it's after 4. Can never work in college after 4. My brain just shuts off. That, and I don't have my wacom with me, so I can't do more sketches for costume. Bad stuff. Should always bring it with me, I guess.
And, point number three of why I can't do work right now is that all I have in my little noggin is, because I mentioned it a short while ago, Finland, Finland, Finland.
Oh, magickal creatures of whatever, oh, random fluctuation in the time-space continuum, oh, whatever I prayed to before and it worked, send me there now? Perhaps letting me go and get my jacket first, if you will. I imagine it's a fair bit chillier there than it is here in this corner. And maybe the power cable for my Macbook.
I could have a nap, I expect. I didn't go to bed until after 4 this morning, so it wouldn't be too unreasonable.
I could continue doodling in the back of my prop sketchbook. Then again, I got bored of that doodle.
I could go and get some chocolate?
Hmm... that sounds like a plan.
Wolfey Wolfster signing off, going on an adventure to the vending machine.
Speaking of Finns, six weeks from now, I'll be in Finland. Only six weeks away. Five weeks, six days if you count the 2 hours 45 minutes I'll be there on the Wednesday. Oh, such wondrous joy!
But enough about that...
I really am just killing time here. I have no inspiration for anything interesting to write about. Just rambling along as usual. I do wish that the college would hurry up and decide to get wireless internet as the Bluetooth DUN, however useful, is slow and eats my phone battery like it's pie or something.
A photography tutor just walked past and asked me if I had an internet connection in here. Maybe that means that they are getting one?
But that's neither important or interesting.
Maybe I should be doing work; doing some design sketches or some research, or maybe trying to source more things for my costume project. The problem is, it's after 4. Can never work in college after 4. My brain just shuts off. That, and I don't have my wacom with me, so I can't do more sketches for costume. Bad stuff. Should always bring it with me, I guess.
And, point number three of why I can't do work right now is that all I have in my little noggin is, because I mentioned it a short while ago, Finland, Finland, Finland.
Oh, magickal creatures of whatever, oh, random fluctuation in the time-space continuum, oh, whatever I prayed to before and it worked, send me there now? Perhaps letting me go and get my jacket first, if you will. I imagine it's a fair bit chillier there than it is here in this corner. And maybe the power cable for my Macbook.
I could have a nap, I expect. I didn't go to bed until after 4 this morning, so it wouldn't be too unreasonable.
I could continue doodling in the back of my prop sketchbook. Then again, I got bored of that doodle.
I could go and get some chocolate?
Hmm... that sounds like a plan.
Wolfey Wolfster signing off, going on an adventure to the vending machine.
Monday, 28 February 2011
February Film Round-up!
- Tangled
- The Dilemma
- Black Swan
- Paul
Umm.... Yeah. That was it.
Bad >.<
College stuff has kept me at home.
Friday, 18 February 2011
Breakfast
Instead of my usual 'stay in bed until my dad gets home' on a Friday, today I had breakfast. That in itself is a wonder since I never eat breakfast. This morning, though, I made porridge. Poured in the milk, popped it in the microwave and wandered back to the living room while I waited for that little digital beep that meant I could enjoy my oaty mush. On the way, I caught sight of my legs in the mirror. I wasn't wearing pyjama bottoms because I couldn't find them before I went to sleep and was too tired to hunt them out. I noticed the indents in the sides of my thighs, indicating that I have some kind of muscle. What can I say? It looked good. I smiled. I was quite proud of this. It was quite strange, especially since I'm rather self-concious of my legs. Pondering, I checked out my stomach. I could make out the lines of those muscles too. Just slightly, but they were there. I smiled again. My hair was a bed-mess but, goddammit, that worked too.
To summarise that, I thought I looked good, despite having just crawled out of bed. This is a milestone for me. I never think I look good. Was my mind still clouded by the haze of sleep, or was it because I wasn't wearing my glasses and I was ever so slightly out of focus?
Or was it that I actually feel good about myself?
I like to think that it's that last one and I'm regaining my self-confidence after I had it ripped away from me so brutally a couple of years ago.
And I think I know what, or, rather, who has sparked this.
But yes. I heard the beep and went to retrieve my porridge. I stirred in some brown sugar and a dollop of honey, watching it change into some sweet, warming tone of beige. I carried it back into the living room and smiled again at the mirror on the way past.
I think we're friends now.
To summarise that, I thought I looked good, despite having just crawled out of bed. This is a milestone for me. I never think I look good. Was my mind still clouded by the haze of sleep, or was it because I wasn't wearing my glasses and I was ever so slightly out of focus?
Or was it that I actually feel good about myself?
I like to think that it's that last one and I'm regaining my self-confidence after I had it ripped away from me so brutally a couple of years ago.
And I think I know what, or, rather, who has sparked this.
But yes. I heard the beep and went to retrieve my porridge. I stirred in some brown sugar and a dollop of honey, watching it change into some sweet, warming tone of beige. I carried it back into the living room and smiled again at the mirror on the way past.
I think we're friends now.
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Blood on my Sleeve
I've not blogged in a while. Egads!
The fact of the matter is that I've been far too busy doing nothing. Yupp. Nothing.
Yes, I've done the odd bit of college work and yes, I've done a bit of writing, but that's about it.
As a result, I've got nothing to blog about.
Well... I could post up what I've written.
Hmm...
Yes. I'll do that.
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The fact of the matter is that I've been far too busy doing nothing. Yupp. Nothing.
Yes, I've done the odd bit of college work and yes, I've done a bit of writing, but that's about it.
As a result, I've got nothing to blog about.
Well... I could post up what I've written.
Hmm...
Yes. I'll do that.
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It felt like such a cliché, and perhaps it was. The rain beat down on the freshly-made corpse, water running into the smashed skull of that dear friend of mine. It couldn't wash away the blood, there was far too much. It just made the puddle spread even faster. I crouched down and looked into his face. He was forever going to have that look of shock on his face, the shock of realising who I was and that I was going to kill him. Poor bastard. I almost pitied him. He had deserved it, of course, but nobody especially wants to have their head bashed in against an art installation. I looked closer. I thought I saw his brain, perhaps, almost pulsing out through the cracks, his hair matted with blood. It was almost beautiful. He had always boasted about his brilliant brain, and there it was, just sitting there, useless.
I could hear people walking down the street behind me, their drunken cackles filling the air. It must have been past three by now. I decided to make my way home before my creation was discovered as they would surely discover me along side it. I sighed. I would have liked to revel in my revenge a little longer, but it wasn't the most sensible option. I cleaned off my leather gloves in a nearby puddle, pulled them off and stuffed them into my pocket. I could finally take my mask off; it was getting quite stuffy in there. I untied it from the back of my head and fastened it to my shoulder. That's when I noticed that my victim's blood had splattered up my sleeve. Such a bother. I'd have to wash my coat before anybody noticed. Oh well. Time to go home.
As I walked, I pulled the playing cards out of my second pocket and thumbed through them. Six cards missing. I flicked through until I found the five of hearts, separated it from the others and held it in my mouth as I put the rest away again. I got to the top of Linthorpe Road pretty quickly and stopped to look at the bells. Hell's Bells, I had heard them get called, since they were arranged I such a way that resembled a pentagram. If I'd wanted to be a little more poetic, I should have lured him here. Such a shame that I hadn't thought of it sooner. I shrugged. Too late now. I took the five of hearts in both hands and tore it in half, right through the middle and threw the pieces to the ground. Nice and symbolic. The fifth person on my list of the ones who tore my heart apart. And mind, probably. Even at this point, I was pretty sure that I'd gone mad. Or maybe they'd all gone mad and I was the only sane one left. I preferred the second explanation, of course. My actions were perfectly justified. I wasn't a psycho-killer. I wasn't just murdering people at random. They were the ones who had performed the 'insane' actions.
But, yes. The torn five lay on the ground under Hell's Bells, the rain darkening the jagged edges. I smiled at this, wondering if people would connect the ruined five to the corpse by the Bottle of Notes. Probably not. Even if they did, they wouldn't know what it meant. There's no way they could connect this to me, either. Nobody had seen me. Nobody knew I was going out. I hadn't gotten a bus or a taxi. I hadn't done anything sick like take a photograph of my work, and the combination of the very fact that my coat was red and the pouring rain was soaking into it meant that the blood could barely be seen. Oh, I'm far too clever for this world. I knew I'd have to take all the playing cards down from my walls when I got home. If someone did try to connect me to all of this, they would be a dead giveaway.
Dead. Nice pun.
I turned and carried on walking down Linthorpe Road. Right down the centre of the street. The only cars out at this time of night would be the occasional taxi, and I could easily jump out of the way of one of those. A smile grew across my face as I remembered a song I had been listening to that evening. I began to hum the tune as I walked, then danced along. I twirled, the tails of my coat spinning out around me, and I began to sing.
“He had it coming,
he had it coming. He only had himself to blame...”
The drunkards were just ahead of me, and they gawped at my joy.
“If you'd have been there,
if you'd have seen it...”
There were screams from the direction I had came from. Someone must have spotted my handiwork. I smiled again. Perfect timing.
“...I betcha you would have done the same.”
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Please, please leave me some comments! I kind of want to finish writing this story of murder and revenge...
Thursday, 3 February 2011
January Film Round-up!
- The Season of the Witch
- The Green Hornet
- Morning Glory
- Hereafter
Only 4 films last month. I'm slacking!
Going to have to at least double that in February.
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