Indifferent Ignorance Awards 2011

In a bid to establish Indifferent Ignorance as a Serious Website, I have decided to host an annual award ceremony every December, giving random awards to whatever and whoever I fancy at time of writing (so maybe the whole thing’s not too serious after all).

Best Advert Placement in a Magazine

 

 I keep a couple of scrapbooks full of newspaper articles and band interviews I’ve enjoyed… this one might have to go into the MCR section when I get around to sorting my magazines out. Read the actual article here.

Best MCR-Centric Website (that isn’t MCR.com)

CassieTheVenomous.com. If she isn’t Tweeting news, she’s writing about it on her blog. In amongst the usual news – and other band stuff, MCR isn’t the only topic she discusses, like some of us – there are tips on how to dye your hair properly, what not to bring to live shows and Danger Days explained. She also owns a bird named Doctor Zeropercent.

Best Hairstyle(s)

Who doesn’t want right-angles bunches or stripy curls or a hair colour that matches their luminous Killjoy mask? All three of us win.

New Favourite Website of the Year

AskPoison. I really, really love this website. More than I love Heroes. I’ve considered getting a Tumblr just to spam the artist with questions… Her Party Poison is someone I actually want to exist in real life. Look at his wise words:

Also, that is my answer to that question, should it ever arise.

New Favourite Musician of the Year

Caro Emerald. I’d like her voice, please.

Biggest Conundrum/Moral Dilemma of the Year

This. And then this and this. I hate MCR fan fiction; the only time I ever read it was either when doing research for friends’ oneshot gifts (the shit I put myself through for them…) or when I first had a DeviantART account and needed my writer’s ego boosting. Because that shit is bad in every. Conceivable. Way. So when someone on my Twitter timeline posted a link to Unholy and I was looking to waste ten minutes, I thought “Why not? I’ll feel so smart after scanning half a page.” So I clicked, I scrolled, ignoring the blurb completely, and read the first few lines. By the end of the first full paragraph, I was hooked. Because – and I’m not saying this in my defence, I know I’m a hypocrite – this series is one of the best I’ve ever read. The author can write. Properly. Less than half way through, I was forgetting it was a fan fiction because it was literally just a story. A story with some of my favourite things to boot: tattoos and piercings, religious debates, near-death experiences and an overall understanding of humanity. If I ever learn to write fiction half as well as Bexless, I’ll be happy.

SO WHY DOES ITS ONLY SHORTCOMING HAVE TO BE THAT IT’S A MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE FAN FICTION?  WHY NOT ANY OTHER PARADOX? WHY??????

Nicest Message Left By a Loved One

Thanks, Isobel. I’ll get that tattooed someday.

And, finally:

The Indifferent Ignorance ‘Ignorant Fuck’ Award

This year it goes to Glenn Beck, for deciding MCR is spreading propaganda (for what, I don’t think even he knows). Living on the railways indeed…

So, that’s it for this year, snowflakes. Be nice and you might get a feature in the next award ceremony. Coming soon(ish): Shit I Did in 2011. Or words to that effect.

10 Years, 10 Days: Warning: Irritant

You can’t be in the most dangerous band in the world and make everybody happy.

My Chem Wants Everyone to Kill Themselves

It’s quite tempting to not even link the offending articles that The Daily Mail had the audacity to call journalism – but unlike the rest of the British press, I have sources to support my argument. The Sarah Sands article in 2006 – before Parade came out – that, I believe, started it all. Then there’s the immensely sad story of a thirteen-year-old girl hanging herself that got blown way out of proportion by The Mail and, possibly, The Sun (I ain’t gracing their website with my presence to find the article, sorry). My heart goes out to the girl’s family – but if she believed killing herself was what the band wanted, she’d been exposed to ignorant teenagers, not a motherfucking suicide cult. Or the actual band. Anyway; an ignorant Mail reader’s reaction that I stumbled upon a few years ago and is good to yell atMy Chem’s reaction. The MCRmy’s reaction.

Glee

Having heard other cover versions, I can honestly say that Glee‘s cover of SING was far better than it could have been (although I have no idea why they were dressed like Scottish farmers). Glenn Beck had something to say. Then Frank and Ray did on Twitter (scroll down their timelines to find the insults if you want, I have school tomorrow). Then I did too. Then Gerard did what he does best by drawing a cartoon and reminding everyone that the point is to piss people off.

Reading and Leeds

One of the best shows ever. The shows that were better than that.

This is what happens when you Google ‘Why do people hate My Chemical Romance’.

There are actually some valid comments, considering the commenters’ ignorance. To the casual listener – and the rest of us, actually – some songs are overplayed. There is a large emphasis on death in the earlier work – just not in a negative way, an observant one. They did used to wear an awful lot of black, and it isn’t the happiest colour around. The guys didn’t set out to be rockstars, but this doesn’t mean they’re ungrateful, it just means they aren’t tabloid whores in it for the money.

This is my favourite part of an answer:

  …and finally they are completely about the look, just think if my chemical romance got a tan, a non emo hair cut, and started wearing a t-shirt and jeans do you think any of their fans would buy one of their cd’s or go see them in concert…

I salute your reasoning and respect your opinion. Your ignorance makes you wrong, and your lack of grammar makes you inarticulate, but I hear you.

Well, This Has Been an Interesting Day Off.

“Don’t let her marry a Greek, will you?”

These are the wise words offered to my dad by my nan, about me, just as Will and Kate got married. At least, I think it was. I did rather have trouble paying attention after a while. Although the Archbishop – NOT THE POPE, ISOBEL, NOT THE POPE – and his crew were quite funny to watch, especially when the Archbishop stuck his hat back on. Harry is also hilarious, don’t you think? I was waiting for him to start pulling the moves ‘he’ did on the T-Mobile advert.

Also, Eugenie looked a bit like a moose in her hat. Sorry, love. Wear a better one at Harry and Pippa’s wedding, yeah?

Anyway, enough with all this wishy-washy wedding lark, on to some serious shit. In fact, it is so serious, I have to capitalise it: Serious Shit. This blog is called Indifferent Ignorance, but unless I’m discussing school, I don’t often get to talk about people with true indifferent ignorance. However, today I have found one. His name is Glenn Beck and I have to say, I agree with Frank. Of course SING is full of propaganda aimed at today’s youth, Mr. Beck. Next time you bash My Chemical Romance, get their fucking lyrics right. The same song hasn’t raised a load of money for the people of Japan, or anything. The band isn’t credited with saving lives or having one of the strongest and most loyal fanbases in the music industry. My Chem, obviously, are trying to form a cult and zap our brains.

Dude, you are four years too late, the Daily Mail got there first (hell yes, today is all about Britain).

Talking of Frank, here is a transcript of a conversation from today:

Me [to Isobel]: How’re Frank and Pansy?

Isobel: They’re good thanks. I need to clean them out.

Elizabeth [to no one in particular]: What?

Frank and Pansy, for those of you who don’t know, are Isobel’s pet fish. Frank, obviously, is named after me. Sadly, whenever I brought this up today, I got threatened with goat testicles.

Yes, you did read that right. My dad and brother went to Greece for ten days this easter, and as well as bringing back to usual olive oil, feta cheese and weird sweets (which I would have been perfectly happy with, efharisto) they also brought home a pair of goat testicles. They are so gross I can’t even bring myself to touch them, so Isobel’s new favourite threat is, “Be nice, Frank, or we’ll get the testicles out.”

The girls played catch with them. Arghhhh.

Mum handing me the testicles and then telling me what they are wasn’t the biggest surprise of the day, however. It turns out that I laugh like Janice in Friends.

Janice.

Oh my God (damn, I’m doing it again). I can never laugh again. Ever.

EVER.

Apparently I do a little dance as well.

EVER.

By the way, I really hope Will and Kate dress any new little royals in this. I mean, I’m tempted to have kids just to dress them in MCR merch, so…

**UPDATE** 01/05/11

It turns out Gerard agrees with Frank and I too.