MY THOUGHTS, LET ME SHOW YOU THEM!

- going and drinking beer with my adviser and lab mates is definitely the way to end the semester. I am still pleasantly just barely buzzed. \o/

- ( Patrick in a sweater vest is greater than everything else )

- That interview with Frank and Mikey while they were in Australia is also pretty much the bestestest! I love Frank's fucking earnestness, and Mikey's completely unapologetic DORKITUDE! I love listening to Mikey and hearing the way he sounds SO MUCH like Gerard, but at the same time not. I also love the EXPLOSION of Mikey!LOVE that has been littering my flist for the past month or so. I will admit, I was unable to see it, for the longest time. First the awkward and glasses, and then the razor-sharp-ness. I couldn't handle it. But I'm starting to figure it out, a little, I think. Mikey!

Which is to say, I love how completely relaxed Mikey is. Again, not that I've been paying enough attention, but yes. That part makes me happy. I love the image of him just shlepping himself around during his break, dressing his cats in bunny outfits and reading Green Lantern comic books and getting SO EXCITED when he finds a MyChem reference.

- I think I used to have thoughts on ElJay, re: our new Russian overlords and a little bit on the Adult Content settings, but actually, I don't. I already made the decision that I'm not giving them anymore of my money, and these are just more reasons for me to get myself backed up over on insanejournal. I'm kind of over it.

- The Grammys! I have thoughts on those! (LET ME SHOW YOU THEM)

• Okay, first? Their website is SHIT. I'm trying to look at their list of past winners to make a point here, and I can't hold my mouse steady enough on the fucking thing to highlight the link. Fucking shitty flash shit. Thank god for Google.


• But here's my point. Who runs the Grammys? Old men. So, what kind of music is going to get recognition? Music that old men like. So basically, anything that sounds like what they loved, back in the day, or whatever their grandkids are listening to (which, in my mind, explains Paramour, though I have to admit, I'm basically trashing them music unheard. Who knows, they might be good.).


• So IOH was not going to get nominated. End of story.


• And also, when was the last time interesting, different music got nominated, much less won? MCR didn't fucking stand a chance.


• I mean, "My Humps" won a fucking Grammy! I'm sorry, I just can't take any 'award' seriously if they actually consider that 'music', and good music at that.


• And that's why the Grammys are dumb and our boys are unlikely to be recognized anytime soon, by Clare, age 3.

- In Me-related things, I'm SOCLOSE to being done. I just have to be nose-to-the-grindstone for another week and then I am HOME FREEEEEEEE! I forsee LOTS of alcohol next weekend. Or at least, that's my plan. The ratbabies are hanging in there, though I need to call the vet tomorrow for a follow up. They're still pretty wheezy, and I don't know if that's just how they're going to be now or what. And I desperately need to do dishes (still).

- In internet-related things, I can confirm the rumor that people post fic on Quizilla. I read about half of this awesomely bad FOB fic. Mary Sue won a chance to hang out on tour with them, or something, and she made hoodies and shit and PWentz loved them, and she and Wentz fell in love in like two days or something, and then there was a CAR ACCIDENT OH NOES, and she was injured so she had to leave the tour, which was like breaking up or something, but then she got better real quick and went back on tour and got all cuddly with Pete again, except then Andy started molesting her (the author sort of said it was him hitting on her, but really, it was molesting), and then I stopped reading, because I secretly have better things to do with my life. But there you go. Fic. on Quizilla. BADFIC OF AWESOMELY BAD BADNESS.

- ummmmm. I think that might be it. \o/

MY THOUGHTS, LET ME SHOW YOU THEM!

- going and drinking beer with my adviser and lab mates is definitely the way to end the semester. I am still pleasantly just barely buzzed. \o/

- ( Patrick in a sweater vest is greater than everything else )

- That interview with Frank and Mikey while they were in Australia is also pretty much the bestestest! I love Frank's fucking earnestness, and Mikey's completely unapologetic DORKITUDE! I love listening to Mikey and hearing the way he sounds SO MUCH like Gerard, but at the same time not. I also love the EXPLOSION of Mikey!LOVE that has been littering my flist for the past month or so. I will admit, I was unable to see it, for the longest time. First the awkward and glasses, and then the razor-sharp-ness. I couldn't handle it. But I'm starting to figure it out, a little, I think. Mikey!

Which is to say, I love how completely relaxed Mikey is. Again, not that I've been paying enough attention, but yes. That part makes me happy. I love the image of him just shlepping himself around during his break, dressing his cats in bunny outfits and reading Green Lantern comic books and getting SO EXCITED when he finds a MyChem reference.

- I think I used to have thoughts on ElJay, re: our new Russian overlords and a little bit on the Adult Content settings, but actually, I don't. I already made the decision that I'm not giving them anymore of my money, and these are just more reasons for me to get myself backed up over on insanejournal. I'm kind of over it.

- The Grammys! I have thoughts on those! (LET ME SHOW YOU THEM)

• Okay, first? Their website is SHIT. I'm trying to look at their list of past winners to make a point here, and I can't hold my mouse steady enough on the fucking thing to highlight the link. Fucking shitty flash shit. Thank god for Google.


• But here's my point. Who runs the Grammys? Old men. So, what kind of music is going to get recognition? Music that old men like. So basically, anything that sounds like what they loved, back in the day, or whatever their grandkids are listening to (which, in my mind, explains Paramour, though I have to admit, I'm basically trashing them music unheard. Who knows, they might be good.).


• So IOH was not going to get nominated. End of story.


• And also, when was the last time interesting, different music got nominated, much less won? MCR didn't fucking stand a chance.


• I mean, "My Humps" won a fucking Grammy! I'm sorry, I just can't take any 'award' seriously if they actually consider that 'music', and good music at that.


• And that's why the Grammys are dumb and our boys are unlikely to be recognized anytime soon, by Clare, age 3.

- In Me-related things, I'm SOCLOSE to being done. I just have to be nose-to-the-grindstone for another week and then I am HOME FREEEEEEEE! I forsee LOTS of alcohol next weekend. Or at least, that's my plan. The ratbabies are hanging in there, though I need to call the vet tomorrow for a follow up. They're still pretty wheezy, and I don't know if that's just how they're going to be now or what. And I desperately need to do dishes (still).

- In internet-related things, I can confirm the rumor that people post fic on Quizilla. I read about half of this awesomely bad FOB fic. Mary Sue won a chance to hang out on tour with them, or something, and she made hoodies and shit and PWentz loved them, and she and Wentz fell in love in like two days or something, and then there was a CAR ACCIDENT OH NOES, and she was injured so she had to leave the tour, which was like breaking up or something, but then she got better real quick and went back on tour and got all cuddly with Pete again, except then Andy started molesting her (the author sort of said it was him hitting on her, but really, it was molesting), and then I stopped reading, because I secretly have better things to do with my life. But there you go. Fic. on Quizilla. BADFIC OF AWESOMELY BAD BADNESS.

- ummmmm. I think that might be it. \o/