It’s the Fifth Day of the Summer Holidays, and I’m Already Spamming You With Time-Wasting Videos. You’re Welcome.

**UPDATE**

  Recently, WordPress has been doing this odd thing where parts of my posts have been deleted and not published. Once I hit ‘save draft’ or ‘publish’, the stuff I’ve written that WP has issues with disappears, never to return. So, sadly, I lied about the videos on this post. They all disappeared, along with some text, leaving a huge space. It’s not much compensation, but this blog still contains Mr. Men plasters.

  I will be looking into the problem.

  Actual post:

How has everyone’s holidays been so far? I’ve dyed my hair blue (no, not all of it), been dragged around town buying clothes I don’t need (the day before we went on holiday last year, Mum ransacked my suitcase. I survived then and I shall survive now) and bought miniature water pistols to use as rayguns (I still owe my nan the pound they put her back).

Because this is the expanse that is the summer holidays, I’ve also spent a lot of time in front of the TV and my laptop screen. Here are some of the better things I’ve chanced across:

Oh, I almost forgot: Ruby, too, has been busy:

From: Ruby

To: Frank

I had a dream where you died last night. You had arm cancer and then it spread to your brain and you didn’t come into school for a week and you died. And everyone one was all ‘Oh, Frank was so manly and heroic as she never mentioned her illness’. And I was all ‘That’s a shame, I won’t be able to send her a postcard now’.


So um yeah.

Don’t worry, I assured her I’m alive.

In Which I Compare MCR to Amy Winehouse and Decide I Like My Chem Better (Happy International My Chemical Romance Day!)

Today I did a grading in karate that involved forty-five minutes of sitting still on wooden floor and five minutes of trying to get my legs to do what I wanted them to (I failed on that front) so I was going to save all my IMCRD stuff for September – when I’m planning a huge Interwebz My Chem party – and just go on Twitter. Then I heard that Amy Winehouse died. ‘Cause of death is yet to be explained’, etc… But everyone knows it’s more than likely that she overdosed on some form of drugs or alcohol.

It reminded me instantly of this week’s Kerrang! interview with Gerard and Mikey. They discuss growing up together, the Smashing Pumpkins and how they used to be called ‘the chemical brothers’… Mikey said using drugs was “Like installing a shut-off switch in the back of my neck,” and later added “People I knew started to drop dead from mixing things and that’s a wake-up call – if you go to the barber shop enough times, eventually you’re gonna get your haircut.” It sounds like Amy finally got her turn in the seat… She was twenty-seven.

 

To be honest, I never really approved of Amy. I wondered why the hell she was encouraging her listeners to say “Fuck rehab.” I did, however, totally envy her voice and love the fact her first album was called ‘Frank’. As I curled up on the sofa earlier and watched Isobel and Maxim play Monopoly, feeling vaguely guilty for not doing a My Chem Day post, it occurred to me why there’s a My Chem day.

No one in the band is perfect. Neither do they encourage anyone else to be perfect. But, to quote one of my sensei’s favourite sayings, “Lead by example, don’t be the example.” Which is exactly what My Chem do. Gerard and Mikey have both had drug problems, but they’ve both gotten through it (with each other’s support a big factor, by the sounds of it). Now in their thirties, they’re doing stuff that couldn’t have been remotely possible if they’d stayed in the queue for those haircuts. And that’s the big difference between My Chemical Romance and singers like Amy Winehouse, rest in peace.

Regardless of what she actually died of, maybe Amy’s death will slap some of her hardcore fans in the face. She had immense talent and only managed to record two albums… What could she have been capable of making? To quote Jimmy Urine (shut up I’m tired), “You didn’t give a shit bout her when she was a living drug addict now you miss her cuz she’s a dead drug addict.” Mikey and Gerard were living drug addicts and now they’re living recovered drug addicts. Legendary live shows, the mantra ‘MCR saved my life’ and an internationally recognised celebratory day established by fans speaks for itself.

So when you think about it, this post was completely pointless. Happy first-day-of-the-summer-holidays, everyone.

I Am Alive. Just Barely.

For those of you clicking on this to read a witty, vibrant post full of intelligence and glamour, you may as well click Exit now, because I got nothing. Except this:

 

 

Seriously though, that’s it for the time being, because I’ve been so stressed and busy recently that I haven’t had time to compile everything stupid/funny/stupidly funny that’s been going on. I apologise for the lack of time-wasting posts. After tomorrow, however, my coursework will be finished and all I’ll have left to do this term is train for a karate grading. Which means, drumroll, lots of time-wasting posts!

You’re welcome. In fact, since next Saturday is International MCR Day (if you don’t know what that is look around here), I will be posting various MCR-related blogs throughout this week.  If you can think of anything amusing regarding the band, send it to me. The more mad things to discuss, the better – anything I forget to say now will of course be said throughout September and October, when we celebrate ten years of My Chem. You know me, any excuse for a party…

In the mean time, Torchwood‘s back.

Frank’s Weekly/Monthly/Quarterly/Annual Moving Image Appreciation Post #1

You’ve probably noticed by now that I spend a large portion of my time on the Interwebz and watching television and films (though I still have not seen Forrest Gump, despite my best efforts to – best efforts being thinking, “I should find out if we own that!” – or Breakfast At Tiffany’s). Anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to share my love of moving images with you all on a somewhat regular basis. I don’t know how regular yet because I’m lazy, forgetful and quite unreliable when it comes to blogging specific things… Let’s just see how it pans out.

So, without further ado:

Axis of Awesome: 4 Chord Song

 

Since I’ve recently learnt the Circle of Fifths, I think this is the most brilliant thing ever. Also very proud that none of my favourite bands are in there – though no one’s heard of most of them, so maybe I shouldn’t be too pleased… Chords, by the way, are C, G, A minor and F.

Venetian Princess: 7 Things Spoof

 

If you’re a girl who doesn’t do one of the things Venetian Princess sings about, or you’re one of the guys who does, come say hi. And pass this on to everyone else.

Weird Al Yankovic: Amish Paradise

 

The brilliant thing about this video is that Amish people can’t be offended by this, because to do so they’d have to see it and know what they’re missing! It’s unoffendable!

Weird Al Yankovic: Perform This Way

 

It took me quite a few watches to twig they’d Photoshopped Al’s face on a girl’s body. I was thinking, “He’s well fit for an old bloke!”

Gerard Rockin’ In His Pajamas

 

Everyone’s favourite band jamming during the making of Revenge. Song, I belive, is AC/DC’s Problem Child.

Could you deal with more blogs like this or shall I stick to ranting?! Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, the WP spellchecker keeps zonking out.

If Art is the Weapon, Mascara is the Nuclear Bomb.

Do you remember the day you rounded up your friends, took them down to the nearest hill and made them pose for your Media coursework? You don’t? You’re missing out.

Since that’s not the photograph I’m planning on using, it can hang out on the Net. Exam boards get upset if your coursework turns out to be on the Internet (and they have a program to check). Sadly, this means I can’t publish some of my best work, like a To Kill a Mockingbird piece on 9/11, which is one of the best non-MCR related things I’ve ever written.

Anyway, since you all get sadistic pleasure out of making me look like a fashion-conscious, sparkly, pretty, normal person, here are the photographs from my now infamous makeover.

          

Now for the ‘holy shit’ moment:

     

The ‘sophisticated’ look, according to Ellen and Isobel:

   

The wreckage:

  And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a short, scowling, makeup-avoiding teenager gets turned into a short, smiling-shyly version of Boots’ makeup section. I think it took four hours… Please give Ellen and Bel lots of valuable things for their patience… And for getting me to agree to the idea on tape so I couldn’t back out.