Five-ish Ways to Celebrate Five Years of Blogging: MCR Poster & Magazine Giveaway

Despite the plethora of wonderful ideas you all had for how I could celebrate Indifferent Ignorance turning five, I have come up with my own celebration. It’s called Five-ish Ways to Celebrate Five Years of Blogging and is coming to an Internet-connected device near you between now and November!

I say five-ish things because I’m not completely sure if a couple of them will come to fruition or when, so check back regularly to see which number we’re on.

The first thing is on Tumblr now, because I thought it would be funny if my first blog celebration was held on my scrubbly little non-blog (I don’t get out much). Plus I need to post it before I go to Greece. It hurts my heart to part with MCR possessions, but it turns out that a couple of the magazines were spares anyway, and those posters deserve to be put up somewhere, hence the giveaway.

The next four or so things will be revealed in good time, ie when I’ve put them together. Right, I’m off to drink some coffee and celebrate entering my last year of teenage-dom. I’m kind of bummed that I’ve only got a year to change the lyrics of Teenagers to “we” instead of “they”, and only a year to use “I’m a teenager” as an excuse for being rude to people, but so far 19 is looking peaceful and productive.

Probably because I’ve done little but write copy for zoos and look at MCR merch.

The Ten O’Clock News: Enduring Legacies and Other Less Pretentious Ideas

I realised over the course of this evening that today is fifty years since JFK’s assassination, fifty years since the first Doctor Who episode and three years since Danger Days was released.

I was first going to do a post about JFK and how he’s become an icon, then about JFK and Doctor Who and how they’ve both become – very different – icons, and then I remembered Danger Days and how that’s already legendary, but probably is so because I was there when it happened.

I mean, the Kennedys are like America’s royal family, and everyone knows the old “what happened in Dallas on 22nd November 1963? Don’t know, wasn’t watching it then” joke/quiz show answer. People know where they were when it happened and everyone has a theory about Lee Harvey Oswald, etc. etc. Stephen King’s written a book about stopping it, G Way wrote a comic about ensuring it – President Kennedy seems to have become an idea more than a person in many ways.

Doctor Who has kind of defined science fiction, British television and eccentric dress sense over the past five decades, and since the Internet has attracted as many, ah, enthusiasts as JFK. Everyone has an opinion on the writing, the acting, the regenerations, the best Doctor (David Tennant, for the record), the scariest ever villain (gas mask children or weeping angels, for the record). It’s always been there and hopefully will keep being there, because it’s excellent. I have no idea what’s going on about seventy per cent of each episode, but it’s fun, and funny, and one of the few things I’m proud is British. Plus the TARDIS is up there with Hermione’s beaded bag on my list of fictional things I’d like to play with. It’s a thing, you know, as opposed to a TV show.

Danger Days might be my favourite MCR record. It’s bright and loud and dirty and colourful, and the concept is so, so clever. Danger Days is a world which started with Art is the Weapon and has continued through the videos and shows into the comics. Well it technically started with a comic and evolved into a record and went from there… my point is, it’s tangible. It’s believable too, because we aren’t all that far from nuclear war or semi-permanent medication (I got a badge at the Freud Museum in the summer that says “In the future, art will be taken as pills”). The storylines in the comics are relevant today – I don’t want to give away spoilers, but Red and Blue’s situation is real, and so is that really irritating Party Poison-imitating dude whose name escapes me. The corporate clean-up’s in our faces.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that my gushing about Danger Days is similar to what people are gushing about Doctor Who and JFK on other sites, today and over the past fifty years. For some people, JFK in terms of history and legacy and political meaning is what they’re passionate about. For some it’s Doctor Who. For me it’s MCR shit. Everyone has a thing, you know, and sometimes it’s hard to explain it to other people. But I think it’s important that we have them, and reflect upon them when the time is right.

What’s yours?!

MCRmy Census/Register 2012

It’s MCR project time again. And this time, we need each and every one of you to take part.

Over the last year or so I’ve become increasingly interested in the inner-workings of My Chemical Romance’s fan base. I’ve been listening since I was 11 when Parade came out, and I’ve come across people who have been fans since they were far younger than I was. There are also a lot of people who are in their 20s and 30s – so why is there still a stereotype that all MCR fans are 14-year-old girls who grow out of eyeliner and skinny jeans? I’ve also become increasingly aware that fans of the band who are pretty vocal on Twitter or Tumblr don’t necessarily hang out on other websites, and vice versa, so people don’t always know how many fellow fans there are in their country. What I’ve found myself wanting to do is make a register of sorts, something that finally gives the wider world a clear idea of how diverse this fanbase is. Putting the idea to the Rmy on #MCRchat, I learnt that people agreed with me. How many of us are there? Where did we first hear the band? What’s the actual percentage of male fans?! My idea is that this will be open for a duration of maybe six months, depending on you guys’ response, then the results will be published anonymously on some form of website, as a census. The ‘register’ part of the questionnaire, with participants’ name and/or Killjoy name, country and optional web address and/or display picture, would be listed separately on the same site and always open to updating. There would be a search application and filters so people can find fellow members in their area, discover if anyone’s got a similar Killjoy name or track down kids they met at shows. Your details would, of course, only be used with express permission, the option of which is in the questionnaire, which is here. If you have any questions or suggestions, or if I’ve made tremendous spelling mistakes, please email indifferentignorance@hotmail.co.uk, Tweet @ToBeQuiteFrank, or hit me up here. I don’t bite, spam or retweet obsessively and your details won’t get passed on. Promise.

To keep up to date with developments regarding this whole project, check back here. I don’t yet know how long the census will be open for, or the details of the register. (I do know I want to stop calling it a census or register. Name suggestions are appreciated!)

If the project goes well, I have another idea which, again, involves everyone and is MCRmy-related as opposed to fan expression-related. So let’s see how for we can make this thing go.

(For those of you who subscribe to Indifferent Ignorance via email, this published twice because my finger slipped while I was working on the draft. Post ‘2307’ has now been deleted. My bad.)

 

Moving Image Appreciation Post #2

It’s been a while since I’ve bombarded you with videos I think everyone in the whole world everywhere should see. So you can all have a nice relaxing Sunday evening and enjoy the following:

Caro Emerald: Stuck

 

I first heard Caro’s song That Man at Isobel’s earlier this year, and I think she’s brilliant. Jazz music and dancing. Who actually needs anything else?

My Chemical Romance – Summertime (acoustic)

 

I love this song, it is beautiful. Your argument is invalid.

Killjoys’ Sabbath

 

Manila 2019: The Reprisal

 

Why did everyone wait until after 10 Years, 10 Days to make awesome videos?!

Random Girl Miming and Dancing to Mindless Self Indulgence’s Get It Up

 

I didn’t actually sit through that. Anyone who did can have something for free.

This Time I Don’t Even Have a Lame Excuse.

I just sat and looked at Indifferent Ignorance’s site stats for today, and realised I haven’t posted in over a week. Oops.

I think I’ve forgotten to sit and write because interesting things in my life are currently at an all-time low. Twitter won’t work on my laptop or phone, I can’t join National Novel Writing Month this year because the only story that’s in my head got started in September, and I’ve spent my half term getting wet and ignoring eight pieces of homework.

Hardcore, I hear you say.

It is. It is indeed.

So’s this:

I love this dude. Character. I love the dude drawing the answers. This is my favourite so far, because it embodies friendship as I belive should exist everywhere:

AskPoison.tumblr.com. You’re welcome. I’m off to wash my hair.

Seriously.

Update: I didn’t actually abandon the blog for a week. When I posted the blog about Kerrang! and The Left Rights, I forgot to change the original timestamp of 11th August, which was when it was originally set to be posted, but didn’t because I’m an idiot. So it didn’t show up in my stats for the week. Everything else I wrote still stands, however.

MCR’s 10th Anniversary Mission: ’10 Years, 10 Days’

If you loathe My Chemical Romance, look away now. This post is entirely My Chem related.

Killjoys! I need you! Yeah, I know, I say this every other week. But this time, I really, really do. The forums are buzzing with quiet anticipation as the ten-year anniversary of the band, and the MCRmy, comes up. There are plans to give the guys cake, to make a family portrait of the MCRmy, some people have already released their work and it is beautiful.

My idea is to host ten days of celebrations for the anniversary on Indifferent Ignorance. Every day, from the 10th September to the 20th, I will post a different blog discussing and celebrating different aspects of My Chem. Consider it a virtual rave, if you will. Posts will appear at varying times of day and night, since the MCRmy is across so many time zones. Ideally, everyone can pull an Isobel in the comments section and we can have a nice little debate/discussion going on at the end of every post.

Still with me? Good, because I need your help to set the party up. Please read and answer these questions, if you can:

  • Do you know someone who has, literally and genuinely, had their life saved by MCR? Do you know someone whose outlook has been changed for the better, who has started something brilliant and cites My Chem as their main/only influence? These don’t just have to be suicide stories. Think more along the lines of ‘I was sitting in a hole. They inspired me to get out of it’.
  • When did you get into the band, how, why, and what is your favourite ‘era’ so far?
  • Come across any really excellent quality tributes on YouTube or DeviantART? Think RosaLui’s videos, the Dead! lyric video, the Helena remake. Send me them.
  • What are some of your favourite Internet memes about the guys? Your favourite fanfictions and scenarios, comic strips, in-jokes? I know mine, but they’re just the tip of the iceberg. MCRmy.com has a bucketload of stuff here.
  • Have you ever been to a live show that has since gone down in history, such as both Reading and Leeds festivals any of the early Bullets shows? Were you at a record release show, at an acoustic set, at the gig a few years ago where the power cut out? What was it like?
  • Have you done Q&A with the guys, met them or seen them in the street; what were they like? Honestly.
  • How has being a fan of the band changed your life in small ways? I swear more since I got into them and have started to misread anything to do with the Milky Way.
  • Got any funny stories of explaining or defending the band to someone? Share them.
  • What are your favourite MCRmy.com threads? Mine is ‘I’m Shorter Than Frank Iero’, because I set it up (we have a club now).

Send any replies that are more than 140 characters to indifferentignorance@hotmail.co.uk, otherwise send links and whatnot to my Twitter, @ToBeQuiteFrank. I don’t follow back but I don’t bite either. This will become a thread on MCRmy.com too. I want to share as many stories and opinions as possible.

Because the blogs will take some time to write and work on, and I have school soon, there is a deadline for when I can accept your submissions: Monday 4th September. Get them in before midnight on the fourth, whatever your timezone, and I will do my best to include them. Anything I declare ‘dodgy’ will not be used.

Inspiration:

Now do what you do best and rally!

(I Want To) (Fuck) My Chemical Romance; An Essay on the MCRmy

My friends, I have encountered a problem. One which requires your advice. You see, Elizabeth recently told me that she doesn’t feel part of the MCRmy, but that she feels she has a duty to defend it.

My initial reaction was “Of course you want to be a part of the MCRmy! We’re awesome!” but then I thought about it and realised that she has a point. What the hell is the MCRmy?

Well, by definition on the official website, it is a group of dedicated My Chemical Romance fans who support each other and the band. How far do you have to go in order to be ‘a fan’? Should you own a record, buy a piece of merch, know the names of songs on Bullets, have been to a live show or just enjoy Na Na Na? I can tick all of the above boxes, but I know people who don’t own physical copies of albums and don’t know all the songs but who are quite definitely My Chem fans… Whether you’re happy to bop along to Teenagers or you have tattoos of Famous Last Words lyrics, it’s none of anyone’s business if you consider yourself a fan or not.

Considering yourself to be a member of the MCRmy, however, seems a bit different. Dedicated. What, standing in the rain for five hours before a show starts to get to the barrier, or stalking the guys’ wives on Twitter? I’ve never done either, yet, but I do consider myself a member. I have a Zone 6 account, I got Twitter because I thought Mikey Way was funny – and before you ask, I’ve seen them live twice, once dressed as a Killjoy. Frequent readers of this blog are familiar with Elizabeth, Ruby, Isobel and Ellen, all people I know either through school or because we got chucked in the same cot as babies. I wouldn’t be nearly as close with any of them if we hadn’t all been MCR fans though… There’s nothing like a debate over Gerard’s stupidest hair colour or an evening planning ludicrous Killjoy outfits to bond with someone.

Basically, I do not give a shit whether you like one song or all of them, whether you own limited edition merch or have a Killjoy name. Neither does the band. The fact you like that one song, or wanted to buy that merch, or briefly fantasised about how fun it would be to run around the desert with a raygun, is enough. Sadly nowadays I can’t browse Zone 6 or My Chem’s YouTube channel without being bombarded with declarations of how hot Gerard is, or how depressed a person is, because their life is so completely shite.

I must admit, Gerard is quite easy on the eye. Doesn’t mean I want to drown his wife in a ditch and handcuff him to my bed.  I’ve also been depressed, but I don’t feel the need to tell the entire Internet (seriously guys, if I ever start emoshitting on here please slap me).

All of the emoshitty blogs I’ve read have been by teenagers who should know by the age of fourteen that crazy hormones mean bipolar disorder for seven years. The world might be crashing down on you today, guys, but there’s always tomorrow. Your declarations of how badly you’ve mutilated your wrists does not make you a My Chemical Romance fan. I know someone with a genuine self harming problem who isn’t even into rock music. Self harm is in no way something to joke about. One scratch you’ve made in your hand because your friends like The Black Parade does not deserve a trip to a therapist’s office (incidentally, if you think that The Black Parade glamorises death, you should fuck off, the MCRmy doesn’t want you). Please do not insult people with actual depression issues with your whining.

Abuse of My Chem doesn’t end there, however. Last week I heard LynZ Way called a whore by someone who thinks she wants to marry Gerard. She has never met Gerard or LynZ… Even if she had, surely if she’s that infatuated with Gerard, she’s happy for him? You only have to see pictures of them together to see how in love they are, after all. Any person who ‘properly loves’ any celebrity is lacking substance in their lives, and doesn’t actually have a clue about what love is.

On Twitter today, not long after I talked to Elizabeth, Frank posted this on Twitter:

I don’t follow many My Chem fans on Twitter, and I was shocked that this is even an issue. Of course you don’t know Frank. You simply like what he does for a living. If you did know him, you probably wouldn’t even want to marry him (no offence dude). What the guys in the band do when they aren’t being a band is none of our business. Since they aren’t in the tabloids getting stoned every night, they clearly want their private lives to be private. They deserve to be left in peace after everything else they’ve done for us.

Back to the MCRmy. Elizabeth thinks that what the MCRmy stood for, learning what’s right and wrong and helping one another through, has disappeared into a cloud of ‘GEE’S SO FIT’. I really, really, don’t want to agree with her. I want to think that the ‘old’ MCRmy still exists; just look at #SINGItForJapan, people like Cassie Whitt and her work. Look at all the fans who can genuinely say that having My Chem’s music in their lives has made their lives more sociable, more fun or simply more interesting. It feels like there’s two MCRmies: the one for the kids who love the music and respect the guys for making the music, and the one for kids who think they love the guys.

Sadly, the latter gives the former the motts and a bad reputation.

To the untrained ear, does ‘MCRmy’ mean shrieking, stalking fangirls and bitching over the Internet, or does it mean a family of people who are proud to say that My Chemical Romance has had a positive impact on their lives? And, more importantly, is Lizbeth right about the MCRmy disappearing? She shouldn’t have to feel she should defend the band against kids who turn ‘I’m a Killjoy’ into ‘I’m a headcase who needs attention and masses of respect even though all I do is make Tumblr accounts about Mikey Way’s arse’.

Should she?

Update 1: About half an hour after I originally posted this, this caught my eye. I thought,  please, someone, tell me it’s a bad joke and the world isn’t going to shit. I had hoped My Chem-related ignorance had been left in 2007, or in the sad hands of Glenn Beck. The MCRmy has agreed on something and signed the petition telling its creator to go fuck himself, it seems. I am not going to sign and comment, however, because that would give the sad old fart who created the petition what he wants: a reaction. The best way to retaliate is to ignore it completely… Eventually the person will bugger off (although I have to say, I agree with the comments that My Chem would go to prison with Frank and get busy reenacting Prison. Heh heh. Sorry).

Update 2: When I logged on to the stats page of WordPress and my Twitter, the day after posting this, and saw how many people are agreeing with what I’ve written, I almost fell off my chair in surprise. Then I scrolled down my Twitter timeline and saw that while I was offline some serious shit had gone down between members of the MCRmy. I don’t have a Tumblr so cannot say for sure, but it seems like some perfectly nice My Chem fans have tried to say what I did, and got told to go kill themselves. Cassie’s right. If you call yourself a member of the MCRmy, please start acting like one. It’s starting to sound like everyone’s forgetting what this fan base is. ‘MCR’ and ‘army’. The moment we forget that we’re a united front which is there for anyone who needs it, we may as well give it up… because we’re doing My Chem, and one another, a disservice.

One-Year-Anniversary-Update: I wrote this to say thank-you.

Calling on the MCRmy and Killjoys (come on guys, it’s half term… spare me a minute?!)

So I think it’s pretty obvious to everyone I know/who’s following me on Twitter by now that I’m working on a handful of My Chem-esque pieces that are, sort of, art. The first two are pretty cool, if I may say so myself, although I need to buy an ink eraser for the couple of times I wasn’t paying attention or was writing with my eyes shut (happens more than I care to admit). I do, however, need your help with the third piece.

We all know that the guys in My Chem say some interesting stuff. Often funny and usually intelligent stuff, yes? We also know that there are twenty million fangirl-created websites dedicated to the guys’ quotes. Quotes which I’m going to – artistically, of course, ahem – incorporate into this final piece. My only problem is, it’s really hard to work out what has been adapted to fit websites, mis-heard or misinterpreted (we all know now that Mikey hasn’t ever actually stuck any forks in toasters, right?). Evidence is needed.

So I’m asking you lot to do some YouTube searching and Googling, and link me quotes which the band has actually said. By that I mean: hit the comment button, write what who said and when, and link the video/recording/genuine article. You know, if it was in a New York Times piece, I’m more inclined to believe it than if it was on a blog (unless it’s Cassie’s blog. Then it’s probably accurate). I am a perfectionist when it comes to work, so if I think something isn’t one hundred per cent true, it won’t make the cut. I already have a handful, but I’m working on A3 paper and I’m supposed to be revising for three GCSEs and writing an English essay… Apparently this education lark must come before My Chem fan art. So I’m calling on you guys, since it’s half term and I know you’re nice.

If there’s a problem with commenting on here, or if the quote’s really long, email it with the link to indifferentignorance@hotmail.co.uk.

I will accept Gerard’s onstage ramblings.