if the world is ending, I'm throwing the party
I have just cut my hair, and I feel like I should try to post something awesome.
Ooh! I have it. This is completely wonderful and insane. I have comments about it: but, mostly, Travis, not every question is for you! Well, also Mike is clearly dwelling on His Big Breakup, and Alex Suarez is the most awesome.
For the three people still reading this journal who aren't into bandom,1 I have something of a fair bit of interest. Geoffrey Miller (and check out the foxy picture!) has a new paper out, and it's interesting on two fronts. One, there's some moderately surprising conclusions in there, about the visibility of pseudo-mating signals, and exactly what hasn't been recapitulated. Evolutionary psychology that actually deals with why we conduct it in the first place, which is to say, about our finely honed brains, and the way that Cartesian dualism can go...conduct its business elsewhere? Two, it's about strippers. Here, both charming and deeply interesting.
1: and ps, it's awesome tiny people! with awesome tiny instruments! why not.
I've just started the Gabe Saporta=Northumberland shirt, and it is awesome! Awesomely emblematic of this journal, in that it has Shakespeare and bandom. Also flailing.
The only way that it could be more perfect is if it were to discuss some inappropriate bit of symbolism, or feature a hackneyed reference to the best Dixie Chicks song ever, Goodbye Earl. But that is okay! Because I am going to bring that up now, and then tag all of my old references to it. Because, apparently, Natalie Maines/my crackbrain=OTP
Yes, indeed. While writing a story far more screwed-up than can be textually expressed, I was listening to this song. DON'T JUDGE ME. Like Gabe Saporta says, I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you. Except with less sexy!fun!times. And more domestic violence?
I AM SO SORRY, EVERYONE.
But it is not my fault! (Entirely.) If Mikey Way looked more like he had an ounce of self-confidence, and wasn't wearing a winter coat in the middle of July, I might not have thought of this. Really, I know it may surprise some of you, but I do not actually evaluate everything on the basis of how much emoporn might result from it.
Not always, anyway. But, okay, it's not like this is a groundless bit of crack! (Unlike like everything else I picspam.) I mean, okay, so Gerard went off to art school right? So that's the bit of the song where Mary-Anne goes out, right? Naturally, this leads to adventures and silliness. And said "bright new world." While Mikey stays around, and well, you know. You ought to be listening to the song on repeat by this point too. And, of course, they've always been brothers, hence "best of friends." I'm not sure that I can work the 4H Club and the FFA in, I don't even think that there is a New Jersey chapter of either one of those. Well, okay, yes, sure, maybe like way up in Hackensack, but that is not important. So, right, restraining order of Earl, and then!
I am less crazy than you thought, right? Sunglasses during the day! It is not because he's a vampire, okay, like they want us to think. I am not sure who "they" are, but, certainly, my version is more PLAUSIBLE. Oh, GOD. Guys, your vision is less realistic than my country-song emo-fic. YOU LOSE. Or perhaps I lose, I am uncertain on the details.
Everyone who wants me to stop songficcing this, raise your hand! HAHA, I cannot see your hands through the internet. But, since this puts me in the awkward position of trying to not cast Pete Wentz as Earl, I may have to give up.
OH, HI. That would be Pete sketching it up! (I'd like to point out that it took me rather longer to find this picture than any of the Mikey ones.) Two weeks, man. I am fond of my, or rather, Natalie Maines', elaborate metaphor for Warped '05.
I think I may have some issues with Pete Wentz. DON'T WORRY, PETE. Next time I'm listening to my favourite conutry ballads, I will totally make sure that you get a good redemptive arc. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Please stop me if I try to write this or something.
There was hardly any bragging in that! Now, I have a paper to go format, hooray. Maybe tonight I'll hit the Red Bull and spam you all!
Ooh! I have it. This is completely wonderful and insane. I have comments about it: but, mostly, Travis, not every question is for you! Well, also Mike is clearly dwelling on His Big Breakup, and Alex Suarez is the most awesome.
For the three people still reading this journal who aren't into bandom,1 I have something of a fair bit of interest. Geoffrey Miller (and check out the foxy picture!) has a new paper out, and it's interesting on two fronts. One, there's some moderately surprising conclusions in there, about the visibility of pseudo-mating signals, and exactly what hasn't been recapitulated. Evolutionary psychology that actually deals with why we conduct it in the first place, which is to say, about our finely honed brains, and the way that Cartesian dualism can go...conduct its business elsewhere? Two, it's about strippers. Here, both charming and deeply interesting.
1: and ps, it's awesome tiny people! with awesome tiny instruments! why not.
I've just started the Gabe Saporta=Northumberland shirt, and it is awesome! Awesomely emblematic of this journal, in that it has Shakespeare and bandom. Also flailing.
The only way that it could be more perfect is if it were to discuss some inappropriate bit of symbolism, or feature a hackneyed reference to the best Dixie Chicks song ever, Goodbye Earl. But that is okay! Because I am going to bring that up now, and then tag all of my old references to it. Because, apparently, Natalie Maines/my crackbrain=OTP
Yes, indeed. While writing a story far more screwed-up than can be textually expressed, I was listening to this song. DON'T JUDGE ME. Like Gabe Saporta says, I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you. Except with less sexy!fun!times. And more domestic violence?
I AM SO SORRY, EVERYONE.
But it is not my fault! (Entirely.) If Mikey Way looked more like he had an ounce of self-confidence, and wasn't wearing a winter coat in the middle of July, I might not have thought of this. Really, I know it may surprise some of you, but I do not actually evaluate everything on the basis of how much emoporn might result from it.
Not always, anyway. But, okay, it's not like this is a groundless bit of crack! (Unlike like everything else I picspam.) I mean, okay, so Gerard went off to art school right? So that's the bit of the song where Mary-Anne goes out, right? Naturally, this leads to adventures and silliness. And said "bright new world." While Mikey stays around, and well, you know. You ought to be listening to the song on repeat by this point too. And, of course, they've always been brothers, hence "best of friends." I'm not sure that I can work the 4H Club and the FFA in, I don't even think that there is a New Jersey chapter of either one of those. Well, okay, yes, sure, maybe like way up in Hackensack, but that is not important. So, right, restraining order of Earl, and then!
I am less crazy than you thought, right? Sunglasses during the day! It is not because he's a vampire, okay, like they want us to think. I am not sure who "they" are, but, certainly, my version is more PLAUSIBLE. Oh, GOD. Guys, your vision is less realistic than my country-song emo-fic. YOU LOSE. Or perhaps I lose, I am uncertain on the details.
Everyone who wants me to stop songficcing this, raise your hand! HAHA, I cannot see your hands through the internet. But, since this puts me in the awkward position of trying to not cast Pete Wentz as Earl, I may have to give up.
OH, HI. That would be Pete sketching it up! (I'd like to point out that it took me rather longer to find this picture than any of the Mikey ones.) Two weeks, man. I am fond of my, or rather, Natalie Maines', elaborate metaphor for Warped '05.
I think I may have some issues with Pete Wentz. DON'T WORRY, PETE. Next time I'm listening to my favourite conutry ballads, I will totally make sure that you get a good redemptive arc. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Please stop me if I try to write this or something.
There was hardly any bragging in that! Now, I have a paper to go format, hooray. Maybe tonight I'll hit the Red Bull and spam you all!