Frank and I’s Name, Cake, Morningwood

I paused in my surfing of the Interwebz the other day and noticed that it’s been more than a week since I blogged. Ruby said “Shame on you, Francesca,” and she’s right, so here’s some nice old-fashioned madness:

  • On Saturday I learnt how to spell Frank Iero and I’s name in Greek (I realise it’s not strictly necessary to mention Frank, but it means I have another tag and something else to work with when it comes to titling this thing):

  • Happy birthday Chantal Claret! Let’s all be bummed we aren’t seeing Morningwood’s last shows with Mindless in a few months (if you are seeing them, pffft).
  • I just saw an Umbrella Academy poster in the comic book shop in The Big Bang Theory.
  • WordPress decided ‘titling’ isn’t a word.
  • It’s taken me almost two hours to write this, which is longer than parts of 10 Days. but in my defence I have spent the evening making cakes (not pancakes. That was last week).

2010 Things I Did in 2010 (okay maybe not)

  According to my calendar, there’s four days of 2010 left. Since it’s highly doubtful anything life-changing will take place before midnight on the 31st, I thought I’d jump on the ‘my year’ bandwagon before everyone jumps off.

  Or it’s 2011. Whichever comes first. Here it is:

  • January After three months of procrastinating, I start work on my Duke of Edinburgh award. School hands us an Ethnicity Form, which doesn’t say ‘white British’ but does say ‘white Cornish’. Ruby still has not handed her in  out of protest. I start listening to Morningwood and it snows.

 

  • February Gerard Way contracts throat cancer, I reboot my laptop by myself and realise that there’s GCSE modules coming up. I duly crap myself.  Okay, Gerard didn’t actually get throat cancer. He got a cough. 
  •  March Bob leaves My Chem, I get upset and punch a tree. Everyone hands in their options forms. I accidentally eat some of Tobi’s regurgitated leek pasta and almost puke in the school pond. A bunch of us at karate pass grading and Ellen, Isobel Jemma and I get shiny new red belts. It’s still snowing.
  •  April I start reading Watchmen, go to Belgium with my friends and somehow end up with M&Ms down my top. By the way, they stain skin.

    

  • May Duke of Edinburgh expedition. I finish Ella’s Blog: Summer Vacation with the Flock after more than a year. Coalition government promises to make Britain the country everyone voted for. Even though no one voted. Isobel and I walk the Race for Life in our socks while everyone else runs in, er, actual outdoor footwear.

  • June I finish reading Watchmen,  camp in the garden with my cousins (until Maxim’s incessant 11:00pm talking pisses me off and I go inside to bed) and hit the beach with the girls. I also manage to single-handedly lose a beach ball five minutes after we bought it, on roughly the same stretch of beach, but with some entirely different girls.

 

  • July The first ever Indifferent Ignorance production hits YouTube, I head to Greece on International MCR Day and resolve to never use a Greek computer again as long as I live. This resolution is broken in October.
  • August I attend my first ever funeral (RIP Pa) and start knitting a scarf. I move my bed to vacuum under it. The bed breaks.
  • September Geography field trip to Scarborough, Art is the Weapon gets released and this blog reaches 2000 hits. This means I have to redecorate. I finish Duke of Edinburgh award.

                       

                                           

  • October MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SHOW!!! Probably my favourite day of the year. Shortly after it finishes I go to the airport for Greece wearing a t-shirt that reads ‘Mindless Self Indulgence’ on the front and ‘I ♥ Steve, Righ?’ on the back.

  Oh, the irony.

  • November MCR release Danger Days (are they rushing it?) and there’s another grading in karate. I learn to never doubt Sensei’s judgment again when I get an A – after asking if I had to grade because I wasn’t good enough. It snows.
  • December Blog gets 3000 hits (I AM NOT CHANGING THE THEME AGAIN) and I wrap my family’s Christmas presents in The Daily Telegraph.  I see Pendulum live, get a medal in karate for – quote – “Plodding on,” and finish my scarf. The final of The Apprentice airs and Maxim becomes a vegetarian, possibly for a bet.

  Happy new year.

I Need… AA?!

  Do you ever get that feeling where you’re right on the edge of something brilliant, but you’re too lazy to think of it?

  Part of me reckons I’ve got a touch of artistitis after a slight cold which I’ve given most people in the immediate vicinity, but there’s no diagnosis for the dreaded AA. So I need Mindless songs and someone to bounce ideas off. Good thing that next week I’m in Scarborough with school, learning about erosion, discordant coastlines and Flamborough, amongst Yorkshirians. Yorkists.

  Northerners.

  Actually, I’ve been listening to Green Day on YouTube while brainstorming blog ideas and banging out my BRAND NEW AWESOME Morningwood CD, Diamonds & Studs, and it’s given me a kick up the backside to play guitar again. Or at least invest in stickers.

  I think I’ll go and read bad, bad fan fiction on DeviantART now, but I’m learning about the automatic-update thing on here so there may be an amusing post up sometime next week, to amuse you all while I’m away wrestling Ruby off a cliff ledge.

  Wish me luck… I get the feeling she’s stronger than she looks.

Define: Artistitis

This video was made by  Chantal Claret, who I mentioned before:

 Go to www.morningwoodrocks.com to see the making of the video, which is amusing because a) everything is  DIY and inspiring, and b) you can hear Jimmy chuckling in the background.

  Anyway, I was thinking about this blog at some point in the last week, and how so many ‘journalist’s blogs’ are really just spaces for whining posers who tell themselves that the reason they haven’t got a big break is because no one understands them, or they have so much talent it’s painful, which automatically means the world hates them. Same with a lot of ‘artists’ and ‘musicians’.

  I find this quite funny, and every time I think I’m heading toward ‘artistitis’, as it will henceforth be known, I resolve to never contract such a dreadful disease. If I do, I will embark on a medicine of Mindless Self Indulgence songs and write about stuff people want to read, or at least something that is vaguely interesting. Something like, I don’t know, my friends. They rock, even the wierd ones.

  I highly doubt this blog will ever reach BBC News or have a thousand hits a week, just like I highly doubt I will never earn a pot of cash from writing fiction stories or touring in a van with rock bands, smelling of petrol stations. I don’t think I really want to, though. The main way of inoculating yourself against artistitis is to not bother with the red carpet dream, or the fantasy that you’ll receive thousands of fan-made gifts every birthday. You don’t need them if you’ve got the things you care about around you, like your friends, your dog, or a new karate grade.

  I can’t find a picture of LiZzi or Ruby or my cousins and I at the grading we did a couple of weeks ago, so meet Fred.

It’s a Small World After All….*visits Disneyland and the ride*

  Because today I discovered a really cool new song, purely down to Essex FM (as it was three years ago)…

  The Web of Infamous Non-Celebrities

  Late 2006: Essex Fm plays Welcome to the Black Parade and interviews Gerard Way. I discover My Chemical Romance over the course of the next year.

  2007: I visit Wikipedia to see if My Chem are interesting. They are, which I secretly already knew. They have also toured with Mindless Self Indulgence. MSI get a lot of crap due to fangirls visiting shows to see Mr. G. Way, whom their bassist (Lyn-Z) is married to.

  2008-2009: I read about MSI in Kerrang! magazine and they keep cropping up on YouTube comment boards when I listen to The Black Parade. I finally get tired of not being in the know and listen to them on YouTube.

  Later in 2009: They annoy and scare me.

  Even later in 2009: I listen to them again.

  Yeah, still 2009: I follow My Chem’s members and MSI on Twitter. I am scared by Jimmy Urine(the singer dude in Mindless Self Indulgence) once again, but realise he talks sense. I notice he frequently tweets @chantalclaret. I investigate (Look Mindless up on Wiki) and discover that Chantal Claret is Jimmy’s wife and sings in a New York band called Morningwood.

  TODAY: I am on the look out for new music so YouTube and Google search Morningwood. I listen to Best of Me and discover I am not scared by this new band.

  LATER TODAY: I realise I have heard of the show that Best of Me was the theme song of. It’s a spin-off of a reality TV show Ray Toro blogged about on the MCR website last April.

  Told ya.