I was trawling fandom_secrets, as you do, and I stumbled upon this.



I actually surprised myself with how utterly, utterly fucking pissed I got reading this secret. The first part, sure, I can get that. I know a whole bunch of people who'd agree that chubby, grody Gerard was totally munchable. The second part, however, is kind of making my brain boil.

This? Is not okay. Not even as a joke. It just isn't. What this man went through to get clean -- that is enough to earn him brownie points for the rest of his natural life. Getting and more importantly staying clean, even if it's "only" five years since he got sober, is the most amazing thing this dude will ever do.

He almost killed himself, for fuck's sake. Does this mean nothing to some people? I don't know about you, but I prefer my musicians (and artists in general) alive, thank you very much, and if their music isn't to your taste, then listen to something else. Listen to Bullets again, do whatever, just don't get out there and tell him that he should start drinking again, because the music was better. I mean, if nothing else, it's not like Gerard is alone in writing the songs for their albums -- the band does have four other members putting their shit in there.

This isn't the first time I've heard about shit like this. There's a story about a Swedish musician -- inspired by Bob Dylan and about as adored nationally -- who was an alcoholic for a long, long time, with the slurry singing and weird-ass lyrics you'd expect. He got clean, found Jesus, and wrote a new album. The diehards were, unsurprisingly, not as happy about this as you might think, so when he walked out on stage that first night, the idiots by the fence held up signs and shouted up at him, "START BOOZING AGAIN, MAN."

Just. No. No. There is nothing okay with that.

I am actually too angry to have much to say right now, and I'm giving myself a rage headache. So, I'm going to c&p the important points.

From rhombal:

Summary: two talk show hosts on Sacramento's KRXQ 98.5 FM radio station went into a half-hour long diatribe against transgender children. They called them "idiots" and "freaks", advocated violence against them, and said things like "allowing transgenders to exist, pretty soon it becomes normal to fall in love with the animals". GLAAD's post about it is here; they have a link to the audio of the show, but I haven't listened to it because reading the recounts of it were enough for me. I don't think I could handle listening to the actual show.

GLAAD pushed for an apology and got "I’m sorry that you might find it funny — or I’m sorry that you might not find it funny that some people laugh when Arnie — who does not have a child — talks about throwing a shoe at his non-existent son. You know what? Some people do laugh and they know we’re not serious, that Arnie’s not serious and we don’t advocate for it." (from here) Excuse me? "I'm sorry that you might not find it funny"? What the hell is that?

Snapple, Sonic, and Chipotle have pulled advertising from the station, but there are still a bunch of advertisers who haven't done anything.

Some other links here and what to do about this fuckery, this irresponsible, nauseating intolerance here.

I need to go lie down now or I'm going to throw up.

First of all: swine flu creates zombies. Wait, WHAT? They are not serious. They can't be serious. I feel like I'm an extra in the first 20 minutes of 28 Days Later, guys.

Anyway, onto less boggling and disconcerting things.

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3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

What the actual fucking fuckhell? What kind of terrifying drugs are Amazon on?

If you were in any way unaware -- Amazon has been stripping sales figures and accompanying rankings of a bunch of erotica, LGBTQ books and romance, completely arbitrarily and without seeming thought. This means they won't show up in searches or whatever and it's being a royal bitch. To wit: the Playboy Penthouse something or other book featuring, I assume, half-naked girls in bunny suits is still there. Lady Chatterley's Lover isn't. John Barrowman's biography isn't. A queer YA novel isn't. Student lit and the history of homophobia isn't.

Somebody over at Amazon has shit for brains, so right now I'm helping out in hitting them where it hurts, which is their PR department. Amazon Rank over on Smart Bitches is where you can find more information on this crap.

This post brought to you by Smart Bitches and Google Bombing. Have good night all.

ETA: I just sent a pretty snippy email to Amazon at ecr@amazon.com. The sum of it was basically, "you suck," but I was actually a little polite. I only used the word "disgusting" once!

Okay, I just have to say this. See this picture?

( Yes, I know Bden is cute, but divert your attention for a second. )

Dude, I'm completely mystified and a little freaked. May be overreacting, but OMFG. *hides*

So I have this thing where I seldom sleep at night (I can't, I've tried, I don't know why, but I'm just rolling with the punches right now) so instead I sleep a couple of hours during the day. I got home at 12:30 today after spending a couple of hours shaking (due to allergy meds) in school, and I fell into bed and slept for a while. My roomie came home around four, but she didn't have her key so she rang the doorbell so I could let her in. The doorbell woke me, nearly gave me a heart attack and I got out of bed to see what all this madness was about ("dear Christ, I have to put on pants D:").

I fell to the floor. No, let me repeat. I FELL TO THE FLOOR. Like, I nearly smashed my face in on my still half unpacked suitcase. My legs would not keep me upright and my arms were like frickin' noodles when I tried to get to my feet.

What the actual fuck? They weren't asleep or anything, they just refused to keep me upright. What. The. Fuck.

Still shaky and my muscles are stiff again. Fucking allergy meds. >:(

Is it possible to get a hangover a full 36 hours since I drank last? Ugh.

In other news, am reading Macbeth and have been horrible at commenting lately, for which I apologize. This fucking play is messing up my speech patterns, soon I'll be speaking in iambic pentameter just for the hell of it. :/ Skimming through it in search for soliloquies, which is probably what will take the most time, since the actual assignment is only supposed to be a page or so. Hopefully I'll finish it, because I seriously cannot take the stress of procrastinating right now. *sigh*

The police preemptive riot control bullshit that's been going around my flist is both horrifying and pissing me off something fierce. What the actual fucking fuck, yo? The only thing I can think of is the Communist witch hunt in the 60's, and it freaks the fuck out of me. America is not a police state, guys. You know what, fuck it, whatever personal reservations I may have about Obama, I hope he kicks McCain's ass in the election. As much as this whole "I believe in Barack Obama, he's our Savior, glory glory hallelujah" reaction is freaking me out, the guy does at least seem passionate enough. (As an aside: how amused am I that Obama's middle name is Hussein? SO AMUSED.)

Funnily enough, I've never been this invested in Swedish politics. I think that says something about me.

Anyway, happy belated birthday, Ryan Ross. May you continue to be utterly ridiculous and may you always have a feather in your stupid hats.

Grrrrrr. As I said the other day, there has been some sort of mistake with my application for the courses this fall. The woman I talked to said she'd call the woman in charge and get back to me that same day. That was yesterday. It's 4 PM right now, and I still haven't heard a goddamn thing. FUCK. The thing is, since I don't know if I'll be able to take those courses I can't talk to the people at CSN (student loans thingy) and sob my way into getting paid, and if I don't get money soon I can't pay my rent and I also can't buy that swanky new cell phone I'm DYING to have instead of the old ugly-ass fucker I'm dragging around today.

Grrrraaarrrghh. >.<

There is so much stuff I need but I can't buy anything, because I'm too afraid to waste money. I need to get a new ID card, because the old one has expired three months ago without my noticing, and I need to buy course books which I know nothing about since I haven't got my schedule. Not to mention that I really fucking need to switch cell phone because when I get it, we're going to cancel the land line and switch broadband operator which effectively will cut our bills at least in half.

Despite that, things are looking up a little. When I'm angry I forget to be anxious. I'm still jittery and nervous and fidgety, and I still eat and sleep weirdly, but at least my head doesn't feel like it's going to pop at any second and I don't feel like screaming all the time, so hey, bonus points for that. I'm still kind of... you know, so Thing post forthcoming. Seriously, it's like therapy on its own. Kick me when you start to get bored with it.

CANNOT DOWNLOAD CFOB MIXTAPE. THIS MAKES ME CRANKY. >:(

Seriously. FAIL FANDOM.

The one person in all of bandom that has openly dissed the "pornfiction" and you make him hold a fucking SIGN? WHERE does that get okay?

Oh, my God, I can't even take it, GTFO.

O_o

...I wrote porn.

Brendon/Spencer genderswap porn. *blinks*

I'm still not over it.

My sauna just blew a fuse and started spitting sparks everywhere. In an ENTIRELY WOODEN ROOM. WITH ME IN IT. Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker, that really helped my pyrophobia BUNCHES.

Jesus. My sister had to turn the thing off and call Dad. The stones are fucking scorched, okay, it's just. Sparks! EVERYWHERE. Hissing and spitting and smoking and looking generally menacing and SHIT.

FUCK.

She said I was pale as a ghost and I still feel a little O.O about the whole thing. Jeeeesus.

No big words, just. What the actual fucking fuck?

United States Department of Health and Human Services proposes classifying contraception as abortion.

What. The actual. Fucking. Fuck.

First of all. Dolmades are fucking delicious, yo, especially with enormous amounts of tzatziki. Yumm. Second, I need to go to the States right this minute and gorge. 3 fucking dollars for a burrito, be still my heart. (For reference, that's about 18 Swedish kronor, or about 1.9 euro, so to me that is really fucking cheap.)

Third. I am really fucking angry about fucking Warner Bros. and their fucking youtube shenanigans. For those of you unaware, there is a shitload of their videos that cannot be seen outside of the US. And by outside of the US, Im not just talking about Asia and Europe, I'm talking fucking Canada, okay. Fucking CANADA. *seethes*

Anyway, this better fix itself right quick and proper. If it doesn't, there are angry mails to be written to WB asking what the fuck they think they're playing at. According to bexless only 23% of all youtube watchers are American. And while that is a fuckload of people, it's still not even a fourth. So I'm wondering what the hell they're up to, restricting themselves to one country? Did they conveniently forget that the rest of the world exists? We've only been buying their shit for years.

What I don't get is where they came to the conclusion that this was a sound decision. What is in it for them? How do they make money on this? Is it a glitch? Is it some kind of bizarre feud going on between youtube and WB?

I don't know. Their site says nothing, which I didn't expect it to either. As far as I know, their channel on youtube says nothing either. Suddenly all their videos are just shut down -- "This video is not available in your country."

And let me tell you -- after going through the same shit with MTV.com I am less than amused by this crap.

Alright, I've gotten Pretty. Odd., so, you know, yay and all that noise. Now how the fuck do I play it?

The only way my laptop will let me play this cd is through VLC and my VLC-player is less than thrilled about music cds, so I can only play about three and a half songs before the sound gets all choppy and shit. This is what I get for not having iTunes, right? Fuck.

ETA: Oh, apparently I can play music on PowerCinema, which, you know, what the fuck, I didn't even know it DID that, but whatever. Gift horses and all that. Woo!

Apparently I should not be reading metafandom. Some of the things I find there will piss me off to holy hell, as for example the incredible wtf-ery of the latest "slash is sexist" essay. Now, generally I don't mind, because there are parts of slash that are depressingly sexist, but this made me lose my shit. And I just read a third or so of it before I got so disgusted I had to hit the backbutton.

Here are my thoughts. I generalize a bit, I realize, but stick with me for a second.

( Here we go. )

I cannot download the Panic album! I have three links and none of them are working, I can't even get through to SendSpace's homepage. WHAT THE FUCKING MCFUCK IS GOING ON??

I just had the strangest dream. What does it mean that my dreams never seem to be mine, but always someone else's?

( My dreams always play out like some sort of weird semi-Apocalyptic action movie. )

So, I haven't paid my phone bill as it turns out, even though I could have sworn that I had. My mp3 player wasn't working this morning, and despite a frantic search I couldn't find my note book before I was rushed off to school. I have no money, I still haven't bought any shampoo, and when I got home, I found the note book in the most obvious place imaginable. I also got my period today, which means cramps and general moodiness and pain. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in two weeks and I have so many things to do this week still, and not enough money to do them.

I hate today. No, scratch that. I hate January. No, scratch that too. I hate adulthood.