Friday Musings with Sweet Pea the Dog

I hadn’t realised it’s been over a week since I published; I’ve been working on a long-ish post but I’ve been trying to take my time over anything longer than a couple of paragraphs so you can expect it around the same time as the Chilcot report. In the mean time, I think it’s very important that we take a moment to appreciate the t-shirt Frank Iero designed recently.

I cannot really afford to buy more t-shirts, partly because I have both an MOT  and a bill for new glasses approaching, and partly because I own 34564 t-shirts and wear about three of them on a regular basis. But.

But.

Maybe I wouldn’t have to wear it. Maybe I could just hang it up above my bedroom door so it’s the first thing I see every day. A benevolent Sweet Pea dream catcher. When I get my own place I could hang it in the entrance hall as a warning to all who enter.

The real question isn’t ‘should I get a Sweet Pea t-shirt’. It’s ‘where can I make one with my own dogs’ faces’.

This is going to keep me up all weekend.

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Here’s a Half-Cut MSI Blog!

WP is being very, very slow uploading my photos and I have to go out (twice in one weekend, I know) so here is what’s worked so far. I will update the slideshow gallery thing when the rest have worked… stay tuned kids, Steve embarrassed me when I met him and only time will tell if that pizza was spiked….

Here are some pictures that deserve to be seen in full-size from the off:

This is Steve pretending to puke.

The band came out to the floor afterwards and did some signing, and I met Steve after listening him talk to a couple of guys who knew MSI from ages ago. As he was signing my ticket I told him that I made a t-shirt with his name on it for the last show but didn’t wear it because I figured I wouldn’t get to meet him. He looked at me and said “you’re a doody head.” Then he pointed down at me, looked at the other people milling around and said “She’s a doody head.” I laughed awkwardly and shuffled off.

It was like when a teacher laughs at you in class for asking a stupid question.

If you look really, really closely, you can see Lynz.
If you look really, really closely, you can see Lynz.

 

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Hollie’s dog Charlie really liked the merch the next day. (From her Tumblr.)

…  where you can read her brilliantly eloquent account of the show. Tatchiana’s thought (singular) is here.

There was a post-show hangover a bit on the tube home...
There was a post-show hangover a bit on the tube home…
... for Hollie anyway. Tatch and I were buzzing...
… for Hollie anyway. Tatch and I were buzzing…
Because here's evidence that I really did embarrass myself in front of Steve!
Because here’s evidence that I really did embarrass myself in front of Steve!

  Anyway enough about the actual show. Today I was telling my friends about meeting Steve and they said I should get “Steve, Righ? Called Mee a Doody Head” on a t-shirt for the next show and I said “I’m wearing that original shirt every show ever”. Then I looked up a jumper I didn’t get to buy at the show and searched “Mindless Self Indulgence merch 2013” and what should come up?

'Mindless Self Indulgence merch 2013'

Ah yes, the Internet is shitting on me now too.

The pizza wasn’t spiked by the way – it turns out random strangers being nice can sometimes be… random strangers being nice.

The Summer Solstice… Was a Few Days Back.

  I’d love to put some pictures on here to illustrate the last week or so, but I’m afraid I don’t have any. It’s not for lack of trying. The camara wouldn’t focus on the picture of matches I took on Duke of Edinburgh. I don’t have any of my outfits from the Insight Into Industry days, either… Just imagine me sweating, wearing a Ghostbusters t-shirt and a high-waisted skirt with anchors on it. Not together though. I may have wanted to wear an outfit my mother considered “Dykeish,” but I do know some boundaries.

  Wait, I lied. Here’s the warning on the matches I took to Danbury:

You will be delighted to discover that my group on the Industry day put aside our cultural differences with Barack Obama (IT’S AMERICAN OIL, SUCKER) and replicated him using a plastic bottle, some corks and The Daily Mail. I don’t have any pictures of that, either, because I am not on Facebook. We didn’t win the competition for best sales pitch and product, even though we should have. Maybe it was my short shorts or the fact we were clearly superior in intellect and looks to the judges?

  I believe that today, my friends, is the beginning. Not of the apocalypse (I hope) but of summer. I am so exited, I even made it bold. No more exams as I failed the Physics module this afternoon, brilliant weather, a trip to the beach on Saturday, the final Doctor Who, new series of Top Gear. All the factors are there, and my relief is only marred by the fact I have a suspicion MCR will release big stuff about their new album on International MCR Day, the 23rd July, which is the day I go to Greece on holiday for a fortnight. I will find a computer and Twitter my little heart out at some point while I’m there, though. Might even treat you all to a foreign blog…

  Oh, before I get distracted by Mindless Self Indulgence shirts, I have come to a realisation as to why there have been ten subscriptions via comments to this blog, but there are only four subscribers. You go to the sweet sidebar to your right, and click on the button that reads ‘this button will seal your fate’, underneath ‘click here to enjoy my opinionated tones more often’. Shove in your email and you’ll get an email telling you’ve subscribed, and then another one when I blog. Subscribing to the blog itself in the comment bit just subscribes you to that piece of writing, which is a bit wierd.

  The t-shirt, in question, by the way, is this:

Mindless Self Indulgence - Cartoon Characters T-Shirt They don’t do any in purple.