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Writer's Block: Know by Heart [Feb. 9th, 2009|02:35 am]
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Have you ever thought you knew the words to a song and then been shocked to find out what the lyrics really were? What was the song? Did you like your version better?
Wow - I was thinking about this earlier today. I suppose I may have seen this question out of the corner of my eye earlier? Anyway, when I was eight years old one of the CDs I listened to repeatedly was the Full Monty soundtrack, on which was Hot Stuff by Donna Summer. Since I was compulsively stomping on the seeds of my attraction to women at the time, I was horrified to hear Donna declaring in the second verse 'Wanna share my love with a woman lover/Wanna bring a woman back home'. I was so horrified, in fact, that I made a point of singing over it with 'Don't want to share my love with a woman lover!/Don't wanna bring a woman back home!' About two weeks ago I was listening to it again and realised during this verse that she is actually singing about a warm blooded lover/wild man. I've long since come to terms with my sexuality and now I feel terribly disappointed, and sort of as though I'm to blame for the entire sorry affair.
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"Sorry; I was thinking about the wage gap." [Sep. 23rd, 2008|01:45 pm]
Rightso, Bach in uniland, and it's generally been very nice. I mean, the room remains a STATE, and it's all my fault, but I did do a partial tidy earlier on in the week; this simultaneously makes it better because I become less of an inanimate slob and makes it worse because I spent time trying to make things better and now it looks exactly the same as it did before because I couldn't bring myself to actually FINISH the job. On the plus side, the kitchen is actually sanitary now. Thank you, Mary.

Also, Amazon Molly had its first rehearsal with a full band last night and it went SO WELL. Charlie and Sally are perfect - both really accomplished and both happy to slot in around the stuff Sof and I have already written, such that all elements complement each other really well. And (obviously) moving from acoustic guitar and non-amplified vocal to drumkit, bass, electric guitar and vocal-with-mic is just ... superb. The songs are completely transformed. And so danceable! I'm really excited. Everyone's favourite at the moment, called 'All I'm Saying', is the kind of song I've wanted to write and perform since I was about eight - rock-out feminist anger. Very, very fun. I can't wait to gig with the whole band!!

Also, Idiometric might be playing at a magazine launch party in Sheffield?? Which is a bit interesting. Also also, there's a lovely-looking gig on the horizon with both bands and groovy types from Leeds' queerfeminist scene which should be ACES. AND Idiometric have quite a few gigs in the pipeline, several with BandSoc. *excitement*

And on top of that I clearly have a degree to do. I'm quite excited, though - sorted out my timetable yesterday and it isn't too bad, and very taken by my Femininity and Fiction in the Eighteenth Century tutor (so far she has only contacted the group by email, but I think she sounds fucking lush). So that would be brilliant. And my core modules, while less exciting, very much have the potential to become pretty interesting. Mental note: must purchase copy of Hamlet. (FINALLY STUDYING A NON-HISTORY THANK YOU RICHARD DAWKINS).

Oh, and FemSoc's freshers' fair debut on Friday went surprisingly well. It was the international fair, and there were gaggles of Asian women giggling at us (I can't begin to contemplate the horror of their culture if that is how they react to the concept of women's rights), but we met quite a few really cool people who appeared like 'I'm a feminist. Hi!!' One such person, Rosy from Vermont, hung out with us afterwards at the Terrace, along with her mother, who was AMAZING. Mary and I had this massive conversation with her about feminism and gay and bureaucracy and all sorts of other things, and she is *so* sussed. And she's a principal, which makes me really happy, because there is at least one fantastic person out there having such a positive influence on adolescents as to educate them in a completely inclusive, considerate environment. Yeahhh. She's gone back to America now, but Rosy remains and hopefully we'll be seeing a lot more of her :o)

Okay. I feel as though I should stop now. Mary seems to be reading a powerpoint presentation with "SHALL" "SHALL NOT" at the top of the page. This can only spell disaster.
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Some observations [Sep. 4th, 2008|01:09 pm]
[mood |aggravatedaggravated]

Further to my blanket ban on boring people talking about themselves, I would like to raise a ban on people talking in-depth about their jobs on the bus in the morning. I mean, this shouldn't be allowed *anyway*, unless your occupation features on my list of uber-cool jobs (which includes GOOD musician, research scholar, and something programmer for Stonewall), but, even then, at eight o'clock in the morning, when I am wilting into a sweaty bus window, the last thing I want to hear is an endless drone about the ins and outs of the mindless beaurocracy and deadening 'opportunities' some wanker deals with day to day. Just, please, have some consideration for your fellow passengers and keep it SHUT.

Also, something else terrible happened today: I was doing the breakfast run, for which I had to pick up a toastie, which the kitchen staff toast for you while you wait in this area with seats and a telly that plays itv1 exclusively. There I was, watching Jeremy Kyle because I had no real choice not to (hate. Hate. Hate). The programme was centred around a young woman who had previously gone in for a paternity test on her child, convinced her ex-boyfriend was the father, when it turned out he wasn't; now she was back on the show to have a paternity test with one of the other two men she had unprotected sex with at that time. There I was, innocently suffering the normal high-and-mighty-unnecessarily-noisy-let-me-just-ram-that-ego-down-your-throat Mr Kyle antics, when a security guard, who I suppose was on his break, smirked and said to me, 'God, you would've thought she'd learn to keep her legs shut!' To which I responded that I didn't see why she shouldn't have sex as much as she liked; the issue was that it was unprotected, but that didn't make her a slag, so much as uneducated, for which she did not deserve malice. Security Guard says, 'yeah, but why would you want to air your problems on a show like that? She's stupid'; I told him she probably didn't know where else to go to get a paternity test and, besides, the only reason programmes like this run is because middle-class people like to feel superior to the working class people who go on it because they're not educated about other ways they can be helped. His riposte was to shrug and walk away. I mean, SAKJBGSADGJBAKGJABDGK! If you're going to make hateful comments, you should at LEAST be prepared to defend them properly, rather than throwing together either mindless prejudice or unrelated irrelevance and expecting me to fall in line with it. The very fact that he probably expected me to respond positively to his, what, attempt at conversation? is hugely offensive on its own. I just HATE THE WORLD SO MUCH. And I REALLY hate it when PEOPLE DON'T HAVE THE STONES TO FOLLOW AN ARGUMENT THROUGH OR ACCEPT THEY'RE WRONG.

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A reforay. [Jun. 28th, 2008|11:01 am]
[music |Patrick Wolf - This Weather]

You know the way you constantly took personality tests on the internet when you were a teenager? This one time I and my entire friend troupe took a test assessing our respective propensities for developing mental health disorders; I was one of two of us who got all 'low's and one 'moderate' - I think for being schizoid. Which is a bit lollerific considering what happened to me two years later, but I digress; high possibility of massive innacuracy has never stopped me before (see the way I always read the horoscopes of myself and whoever I'm romantically involved with - it's a habit, it's kind of fun, it's absolute bullshit). So I have decided to retake one of the rather longer tests that, time was, informed me I had more issues than Jenny Schecter - and, of course, I will be pasting the results here.

craves attention, messy, open, rash, irritable, likes large parties, low self control, weird, fragile, does not like to be alone, emotionally sensitive, worrying, depressed, heart over mind, does not respect authority, dependent, not rule conscious, not good at saving money, more interested in relationships than intellectual pursuits, likes to fit in, very social, frequently second guesses self, phobic, suspicious, not careful, outgoing, vain, compassionate, aggressive, likes to make fun, hates to lose

I don't think I've changed much since the last time I took this, tee bee haitch.

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Making a whole new atheism. [Jun. 27th, 2008|02:22 am]
I've got that thing where I really want to write something in here but have no idea what to say. It's like the written equivalent of loving the sound of your own voice. Or, perhaps, not wanting to go to bed yet.

Oh, here's something cool - today and yesterday I had 'As Is' by Ani Difranco in my head and finally realised how fucking AMAZING it is, and now whenever I'm reminded of it I get a lovely fuzzy feeling (I nearly typed 'lovely fussy feeling' then ... oh, lol at me). Which leads me onto my next "point" - the other day I said 'lol at you' down the phone to my mum, who swiftly responded 'lol at U2'. She's clearly learning, and I am clearly not warping the meaning of her anachronisms. God, I hate U2.

Hmm hmm hmm. Also, on Monday I went to London to see Tegan and Sara for the fifth time this year, with Sof and her mother, and it was ridiculous/superb. Basically, several taxi-based faults and my being severely distracted when I was booking the coach tickets meant that, at half eight in the morning, I was pacing the pavement outside Mary's house -


waiting and being blinded by the sun because I'd left my sunglasses somewhere ridiculous, i.e. Oxley (which, thank God, is no longer my home in Leeds. HOORAY). Then there was lots of running around and buying of shitty Gregg's food that isn't really sugary, and then there was waiting for half the coach journey before eating to help me pass/divide the thyme, then I realised I'd left my insulin in Leeds. So, a few hours later, a very hungry me arrived and wandered around for a little while on the phone to Sof trying to figure out where we both were, and then we embarked on what turned out to be a two-hour jaunt around Victoria's finest pharmacies to get, y'know, that stuff I need to live. Let me reiterate: this took TWO HOURS, mostly due to beaurocracy. Best/worst sections include the bitch-from-hell nurse at the NHS drop-in centre who boomed 'THAT IS YOUR LIFE' when I told her I'd left my insulin at home (I controlled myself and replied through gritted teeth 'I'm aware of that. I thought it was in my bag. It wasn't. Now I need you to give me more', later ejaculating 'THAT NURSE WAS SUCH A BITCH' towards the receptionist furiously/hopefully as I left). I also overheard her haranguing a Polish woman who'd been waiting in the waiting room for some time and, it transpired, had accidentally written her son's date of birth as some time in 1979 rather than 1997: 'well, if you write badly on the form then you will get held up. No, really, look at it - you made a mistake. These things happen when you don't write properly. You should have checked it thoroughly - our staff can't be expected to translate poor penmanship! Now you're going to have to go downstairs and fill it all in again.' Woman (probably through gritted teeth): 'I actually have to be in work in an hour.' (leaves to get form) Nurse then bitches to the woman's son about her. I remain aghast. Another great bit was once I'd received my prescription only to be told by a pharmacist that, while they could give me a pen, they wouldn't be able to give me insulin 'til the next day. He actually looked taken aback when I told him that simply wasn't good enough. Do these people not understand the concept of 'life or death'?! Anyway, finally we sorted it and I fell onto a table in some crappy food court somewhere and devoured a sandwich. Then we went to Sof's house and hung out and ate her mum's AMAZING pesto with pasta (and had a salad with avocado in it - win), then we went to T&S. There were markedly more straight people there than previous gigs I've been to, which I was dead pleased about until the boys behind us started singing along really loudly, with the words AND the keyboard riffs .... why?! I wanted to punch them. And then one of them spilt beer on my head. And then when I turned around angrily he said 'it didn't spill!' I was literally speechless. If you're going to bring your shitty undeserved privileges into a queer space then fine, perhaps you've not had time enough to become educated enough to help it beforehand and you just need to learn, but, for fuck's sake don't flaunt your shit while you still have it, especially at the angry gynosexuals. Please. Thankyou. Twatface. Tegan and Sara were, on the other hand, amazing amazing amazing. Sara's hair in particular was just ... wow. For the first time I actively fancied the pants off her, almost as much as I fancy Tegan. (I came across a top the other day that said 'Tegan or Sara - I'm not fussy.' I wish I could get it, but that would be a lie.) Also, it was revealed that Tegan is single. SINGLE. Win, said the happily-married louse. Actually, Mary only approaches just-more-than-jokingly annoyed about me fancying other people when she doesn't also fancy them. We were watching A Shot At Love 2 with Tila Tequila (please don't ask me why) the other day and I was drooling over Lisa, which apparently wasn't on?! But when I sit in front of her Playstation salivating over Lara it's fine. Anyway, the point is Mary fancies Tegan, so all adultery with her is FINE. w00t. Jesus Christ, what a long paragraph. Let's stop. Here's As Is for anyone who isn't acquainted:

(Oh, my God. I was just uploading this on megaupload and suddenly the advert said in big red letters 'DO NOT UPLOAD PORN HERE!' I thought, fine, normal censorship (well, sort of not fine, but I'm not going to go into the details of my attitude towards porn right now), when it changed to 'GO TO MEGAEROTIC INSTEAD!' It tickled me. Not like that.)


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Not in the style of tigers ... [Jun. 25th, 2008|01:40 am]
[music |Le Tigre - Well Well Well]


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Oh, hoorayray. [Jun. 20th, 2008|12:20 pm]
[music |ABBA - Super Trouper]

Look! urbandictionary.com can define me, so I don't have to!

ELIZABETH: a type of poison used in Columbia back in the 1600s. Potent in smell and deadly if over exposed to sunlight. 
" Someone call the doctor: she's overdosed on elizabeth!"  

HILDA: a large, ugly female.
"Ha, look at that hilda over there!" 

ROSE: slang term for a woman's inner labia
[no adequate quote, I'm afraid]

GRASHOFF: isn't defined yet.

So, ultimately, the poisonous fat woman's labia from the future.
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Yes, it's thyme for this again. [Jun. 7th, 2008|02:05 pm]
Your Life: The Soundtrack
Opening credits:Metric - Rock Me Now
Waking up:Space - Neighbourhood
Average day:Pet Shop Boys - Left To My Own Devices
First date:Sparks - Metaphors
Falling in love:Andreas Jonson - Glorious
Love scene:Bjork - All Is Full Of Love
Fight scene:Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Mysteries
Breaking up:ABBA - One Of Us
Getting back together:The Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight
Secret love:The Magnetic Fields - Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits
Life's okay:Amazon Molly - I Kissed A Girl
Mental breakdown:Sophie Ellis-Bextor - The Walls Keep Saying Your Name
Driving:Ani Difranco - If It Isn't Her
Learning a lesson:White Town - Your Woman
Deep thought:Garbage - The Trick Is To Keep Breathing
Flashback:Goldfrapp - Let It Take You
Partying:Northern State - ILuvItWhenYa
Happy dance:Le Tigre - TKO
Regreting:Idiometric - State
Long night alone:Kraftwerk - The Model
Death scene:Alice In Videoland - Going Down
Closing credits:Radiohead - Lucky
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(no subject) [Jun. 5th, 2008|10:51 am]
[music |Metric - Rock Me Now]

1. Leave me a comment saying anything.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

1.If you were to pigeon-hole yourself, which Toy Story would you compare yourself to most accurately?
Probably Teddy, Molly's pink bear with the really pissed off face. While I am nowhere near as silent as Teddy, when I am not speaking my 'neutral' expression is worryingly similar to his.

2.Your ship is sinking. Which possession do you abandon ship with (the ship conveniently has all of your worldly belongings on it)?
I think Benjy is the only thing I have that's completely irreplaceable. For the uninitiated, Benjy is a scraggly blue rabbit that I've had from birth and has always been my favourite toy. Incidentally, he also looks really pissed off all the time. He wears a stripey blue-and-white jerkin and is almost certainly gay.

3.What are your last words going to be?
Chances are it'll be a term of abuse.

4.Do you know a good joke?
What kind of bees make milk?
Best Joke Ever.

5.What do you imagine doing with yourself in 10 years' time?
Oooh, gurl. I imagine I will be panicking about my child situation (I DON'T HAVE A CHILD YET OH MY GOD I AM GROWING MORE INFERTILE BY THE DAY/I HATE MY CHILDREN) and continuing to refuse to work, choosing instead to tell those who ask that I'm spending my days writing music when in fact I am watching Six Feet Under and drinking smoothies.
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