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Jan. 28th, 2007 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drunkoffthestarsSemi-Fannish Things I Did This Weekend:
- I got the movie Closer from netflix, because these boys seemed to be spouting off about it left and right, and wow. Maybe I'm just waaaaay too much of a bio major, or I'm too pragmatic, or too bored by dramaramma, or too something, but that was a completely lame movie. I mean, I can see why boys of their age and temperament would like it (Natalie Portman in stripper gear, anyone?), but... yikes. ETA: Also, the line (in both the movie and FOB song) "he tastes like you only sweeter" now has a whole new (gay-er) significance. I don't know what I was thinking it meant, but... yes. That was .. unexpected.
- I read the Rolling Stone Panic! interview. I was a good time.
Also, there was an Infinity On High review in this issue, which reminded me why I like and hate music magazines. Like, because it's nice to listen to people talk about music. Hate, because OMG PRETENSION SHUT YOUR FACE OLD GUY AND LEAVE US YOUNGUNS TO OUR CRAZY MODERN MUSIC. It made my face hurt the way the reviewer spent 9/10ths of the article talking about how much some people hate Pete and trying to pretend he wasn't one of those people. Dude. Shut your face, and tell me what you think about the music. Jerk.
- I got the movie Closer from netflix, because these boys seemed to be spouting off about it left and right, and wow. Maybe I'm just waaaaay too much of a bio major, or I'm too pragmatic, or too bored by dramaramma, or too something, but that was a completely lame movie. I mean, I can see why boys of their age and temperament would like it (Natalie Portman in stripper gear, anyone?), but... yikes. ETA: Also, the line (in both the movie and FOB song) "he tastes like you only sweeter" now has a whole new (gay-er) significance. I don't know what I was thinking it meant, but... yes. That was .. unexpected.
- I read the Rolling Stone Panic! interview. I was a good time.
- I will never not be amused by Ryan Ross having facial hair. I mean, even when it's blown up to THREE TIMES the size of his actual face, and you can actually COUNT the pores on his nose, it always just looks super-fake to me. Like some hyper-realistic version of a drag king smearing eyeliner on his chin to make it look like he has facial hair. Only, like, with photoshop or something.
- Thank you Brendon for a) shaving and b) making that awesome shocked face when you discovered that you had hair on your head. love, me
- Thank you Ryan and Jon, for making your hair look like you just tumbled out of bed after having sweaty hair-mussing sex. Possibly together.
- Thank you Spencer, for giving the camera the Pissy Glare of Hotness. You do it so well! It will never stop being hot.
- I also like their inability to understand why anyone would like their album that much. It's cute, if exasperating. YOU DID GOOD, NOW BELIEVE IT.
- I also like how their manager is quoted as saying that the only money they made on the most recent tour was off tshirt sales because the staging was so elaborate. Which I guess could still be quite a bit. Still. BOYS. WHAT THE HELL. That's a lot of fucking money!
- Also, every retelling of the story of How Panic! Got Signed convinces me MORE AND MORE about how it was actually Pete being all "hot jailbait, sure, I can sign that shit" andthentheyhadsex. Good work, Pete!
Also, there was an Infinity On High review in this issue, which reminded me why I like and hate music magazines. Like, because it's nice to listen to people talk about music. Hate, because OMG PRETENSION SHUT YOUR FACE OLD GUY AND LEAVE US YOUNGUNS TO OUR CRAZY MODERN MUSIC. It made my face hurt the way the reviewer spent 9/10ths of the article talking about how much some people hate Pete and trying to pretend he wasn't one of those people. Dude. Shut your face, and tell me what you think about the music. Jerk.
