Archive | September, 2009

srs bsns

28 Sep

alright guys, the reason I haven’t been blogging for a while is this:

my computer’s monitor has fizzled out and I am left estranged without a computer to use. I do, however, have my iPod touch, which is a bloody godsend! It allows me to check both Facebook and my email! I can also read webcomics! Too many exclamations!

So thank you guys for hangin’ on for a while, I’ll resume my frantic blogging.

PASSION PIT. Ryan burned me Manners and oh my god I think I exploded multiple times from the pure awesomeness emenating from this album. It is so lovely. There are thousands of little laptop clicks and little synth-horn stings and little drummachine dumdumdums. It is so great. The dude who sings looks like a lumberjack and can sing so damn high it boggles the bloody mind.

BOGGLES THE MIND.

Jamesey is currently yelling loudly about how hard his classes are, I am thinking to myself “man you are an overachiever and will not settle for less than an A, settle down man” but I don’t think I should tell him that as he may potentially eesplode.

My dog has been psycho for the last week and a bit, so my  mother looked in a Real Simple magazine (the same one, I might add, that mentioned those uber-music guitar-pimps called Kings of bloody Leon) and what ho, there  was an article about what not to feed your dog! And the effects!
Apparently grapes make your dearest furry friend lethargic: so now, my mother and sister have decided that we need to feed our dog grapes. No, mother. No.

I’ve been reading this webcomic called Jack, it involves furries, and even though I dislike said furries it is quite a good webcomic otherwise. It deals with things such as reincarnation and God and a green old bunny that happens to be both the Grim Reaper and the personified sin of Wrath. His name is Jack.
However, it is really, really sad; I’ll post a link to it on the Fab Webcomics page later. In the meantime, you can probably search Google and find it. The art gets better, I’ll assure you- and man it’s a freaking LONG webcomic and will probably take you a while to read. A long while- been reading it all weekend and still am about halfway through. Some parts, btw, are a little NSFW, so be wary- but there’s nothing too ridiculously bad.

OH MAN THAI CHICKEN, WHAT

That’s what Nikhil just said, yay.

Alright. Gonna look up some more My Morning Jacket eventually, also some Rokkurro, I’m gonna have to get another iTunes gift card soon enough.

Ciao!

tiny vessels

23 Sep

things are getting complicated, very complicated in my mind. There are dodecahedrons being drawn and diagrams with coloured string stuck up everywhere- I am confused about some things, but I will not write them here.

Anyway, Wil burned me The Queen Is Dead the other day and THANK YOU MORRISSEY for being amazing and lovely. One of the better records I’ve heard lately, I am ashamed that I have not actively seeked it out. Nothing, nothing to hate, though the first track is not my favourite out of all of the Smith’s songs.

However, I’m currently on an electronica rut, all the stuff I’ve been listening to (with the notable exception of Ra Ra Riot and Rokkurro) has been electronic- I found some more Passion Pit (their LP Chunk Of Change is mind-blowing, SERIOUSLY) and the newest of Montreal album is fairly okay, but I need to maybe go back to Death Cab for a while, since all this electronica is making my dreams become infused with laptop beatboxing noises. 

I have a test tomorrow, I am not looking forward to hell in paper form. I will survive.

Will blog about relevant stuff tommorrow.

there’s an angel on your shoulder, making hairpins out of glass

21 Sep

so because I have such a damn ridiculous earworm worthy of about three hours’ straight listening to the same song over and over and OOVVEERRR

but it’s a pretty damn good song, I’ll admit, so I’ll just…keep…listening to it for days on end.

Anyway. I digress.

Not much to talk about right now, play practice is tonight, I have to do homework and yell at my sister for being obnoxious.

better things

20 Sep

For once, my loquatiousness has left me hanging- I don’t know what to write about.  Not a lot has really been going on for me, so I’m kinda just floatin’ around waiting for something amazing to happen.

Oh, and I still can’t rant about Passion Pit because acquaintance Jake burned me Of Montreal instead, which is just as wonderful but not what I was expecting.
The album(s) he burnt for me are rather early Of Montreal, and I am very used to Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer which is very electronic and happy and NICE, but this stuff is acoustic-y and actually better than I thought. There is an entire song about gay relationships and how awesome they are. I…I’m not sure what to think about that, but the song is kinda quirky and nice.

ALSO:

I cannot believe I forgot yesterday was Talk Like A Pirate Day, I feel very left out from all that piratey goodness. Sorry, me hearties. But next year, next year I will be pirateliscious and blow tout le monde away with my pirate speech.

AND:
I finally got around to writing down stuff about stuff and I’ve found a bunch of stuff

LIKE WALRUSES.
walrus

Yaaay!

Really don’t have much to blog about right now, besides the fact that I think if I continue bruising my legs from sailing like this I may die
from bruising
that would be a very wimpy way to die

But now I’m listening to Me And You by Slow Club, and man, I wish I’d heard of them before because they are just so darn happy! They’re like…like if Noah and The Whale ONLY played stuff like Five Years Time without any fancy instruments besides a guitar and some drums. GOOD STUFF is what it is, GOOD STUFF (even with caps lock! I really mean it!)

I tend to go in and out with my proper punctuation, don’t I? Sorry, guys. It’s how I think.

PICTURE:FRANCE

Basically, this is Paris. France is really, really, really cool and you should go there if you like pastries and people who eat them.

 

 

 

Woohoohooo!

 

Ciao.

sailing conspires to hurt me

20 Sep

i don’t know what I did to you, boat, but obviously I have wronged you in the past.

Gonna go sail. See y’all laterssss

high heels are devilspawn

18 Sep

seriously they are, they are terrible and give me blisters and make me feel like She-Hulk, seriously. Plus I cannot walk up stairs with them on because I can’t really walk up stairs all that well anyway.

I don’t know what the bloody hell to blog about, but yay my acquaintance Jake has burned me Passion Pit, I will rant about it later or whenever I track Jake down and say “HEY I NEED MY CD, MAN”, and he will probably do a very Jake-y sigh and hand it over, much to my joyful…joy.

I actually feel less terrible than yesterday. This is nice, as I was half-asleep while trying desperately to finish my Art History powerpoint from HELL and woke up feeling like a dog had chewed me up, crapped me out, and chewed me up again. I can say without having any experience whatsoever that this would be terrible and would scar me for life.

I want a freaking ice tea, I do not want to go to sailing, I am a complaining fuzzbucket of ick.

Wil is looking up bands beside me, there is one called And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead or some such slovos, I do not understand, let’s try to get to a relevant topic…

Still on a Dungen rut, I cannot stop listening to Tio Bitar because that Swedish psychadelica has firmly imbedded itself in my brain and will not come out. URRR URRR URRRRRR but C. whatever whatever is just such an amazing song urrrurrururu

Alright I’ll blog more later, ciao.

audrey told me to write this

17 Sep

She really did, I’m sitting next to her in Mrs. Grace’s room and being forcefully told to “PUT ME IN YOUR BLOG!! I READ IT EVERY DAYYYY!!” Alright, Audrey. Alright, you have been mentioned.

Anyway, I currently have the Yo La Tengo version of Raspberry Beret going round and round in my head, closely tailed by the Ra Ra Riot song I downloaded last night called Oh La. I cannot decipher most of the words to the latter, and the former I have not listened to enough to even know any of the words. It’s the curse, I tell you! All the songs that worm their way into my head are the ones that I do not know the lyrics to. In seventh grade I was running the required mile and I suddenly had the chorus of Beautiful Day by U2 get lodged firmly in my head and I COULD NOT GET IT OUT. I was singing “Beautiful day, don’t let it get away…uh blah blah blah…and the blah blah…” the entire time.

Wasn’t fun, I’ll tell you that much.

So right now I really should be working on an Art History powerpoint, but I am not nearly motivated enough to actually write more than some gibberish about Aegea. Come on. Minoan civilization was ridiculously cool, but I really don’t want to write paragraphs upon paragraphs about bare-chested snake goddesses.

My sister is watching So You Think You Can Dance in the next room and someone just screamed loud enough that I can hear them through my awesome headphones of awesome. Whaaaat. Is. So. Exciting.  I actually will admit that I have a tad bit of an addiction to that show, but come on, it’s just the AUDITIONS. Pheh.

But there was a little recap thingy about the ten best routines or something, and on one of the seasons there was a guy who looked EXACTLY EXACTLY like this dude from a (uh, interesting) webcomic:

starfighter

The resemblance, I’m telling you, was uncanny. UNCANNY.

and disclaimer, I did not draw that, nor did I draw the webcomic it’s from.

Okay then, listening to the Decemberists and getting marginally more motivated. A Perfect Crime #2 is quite the song. I rather dig it, I think I may have to buy The Crane Wife in a few weeks. Or any time I get around to it, for that matter.

OH AND for all you “wannabe artists” out there, there is an art contest going on over at www.jonsiandalex.com involving, among other things, a colouring book and free CDs and badges! WHAT COULD BE BETTER! (well, of course you kind of have to win and all, but…)

The due date’s October 15, which just happens to be my best friend’s birthday, YAY GENNA! I’ve already printed out my little colouring book page. The drawings are rather nice, though quirky, and dammit they make me want to move to Iceland.

Well that’s about it.

Ciao!