1. IPOD. NEW IPOD. FOR ME. FROM IOWA. heyginger is the beeeeeeeeeeeeeest, and not only because she facilitated the UPS guy arriving during my party last night and inspiring many, many porn jokes, etc.

2. ...I threw a Chanukah party last night and it was fun! I would like to have company more often! Just needs to be the right kind of company, I guess.

3. Had a bit of brainfail in the middle of things. I feel terrible, but I apologized and got forgived, so I'll live.

4. The red band tattoo will be a bit like this (Supernova Remnant SN 1006), just to keep things visually interesting (the silver-platinum thread running across/along is perfect). Soon.

5. I'm taking a shower and then going to London Drugs to buy Patrick (Part Deux II) a Pelican water resistant case, hell yes.

6. But first, and lastly: bb have another slice of pie is right, jfc. I stuck with him through the puffy vests, the ill-advised scruff, and the fuck-ugly glasses. I don't think I can stay on the Stump bangwagon if he's got no cushion at all. *dismay*

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1. Awesome Patrick picsmap. Patricks of many eras and sizes, various states of shaven- and unshaven-ness, bespectacled and spectacleless, avec Pete and sans Pete, in flared jeans and skinny, in t-shirts and sweater vests and the godawful other things he wears, adorable and grumpy and ridiculous and singing and playing guitar and hot and lovely. He's wearing bear ears in one shot.

2. True Porn Clerk Stories brightened my afternoon considerably. (Supervising vacation booking is boooooring.)

3. Rafael and I are welcoming a new addition to our family tomorrow, hopefully. I'm sure the vast majority of you will find it far less momentous and adorable than I do (no, it's not alive, and I doubt it's macro-able, sorry).

4. I love my dad a lot. I'm going to buy him the new Discworld book for Christmas.

6. Lee Harrington taught me about "love languages" (I prefer to call them "ways in which people express their regard for one another," but I suppose that's less catchy, isn't it), and I've been trying to incorporate the theory for the last few weeks. I think it's helping me feel more connected to people, and more like I am actually able to please people. And it's helping me express my own needs better--to myself, mostly and firstly--and appreciate the ways other people express their regard for me.

Idk. Basically, I don't know how to relate to people and that's actually starting to bother me, so I'm doing something about it.

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Transcript time!

Artist on Artist: Daryl Hall and Patrick Vaughn Stump

Posted: to MySpace here. Filmed sometime last summer.
Download: here. 88MB .mp4, not zipped.
Warning: There are a couple of editorial comments. Because I'm an opinionated fuck, not a professional transcriptionist.

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Patrick: Hey what's up, MySpace; I'm Patrick Vaughn Stump, I'm in a band called Fall Out Boy, and I'm here with Daryl Hall, and you are watching "Artist on Artist." [nb: looool "artist on artist".]

[Cheesy intro animation including microbios. "Daryl Hall: the 'rock and soul' icon has built on his hit-making career to find true staying power. myspace.com/hallandoates." "Patrick Stump: the Fall Out Boy frontman, music composer, and rhythm guitarist has expaned [sic] into producing other bands too. myspace.com/falloutboy."]

Daryl: So Pat--so, as a musician, what kind of things move you to write mu--what moves you to write songs?

( Daryl Hall says 'motherfucker' at one point. Seriously. )

That was so awesome and so awkward at the same time, what. Also, I looked for Patrick on Live From Daryl's House and didn't see the episode. Maybe it's to-be-added or something. *SHRUG*

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1. For someone who's a pretty dedicated pacifist, I sure do like weapons a lot. [Insert paper on eroticization of the politically forbidden in North American culture, blahblahblahBLAH.]

2. I'm doing a transcript of Patrick and Daryl Hall's MySpace "Artist on Artist" interview (lol, "artist on artist"). It's pretty hilarious, in many ways. I'll be done shortly and post this afternoon, with a DL link for the interview video as well.

3. Last night I dreamed I wrote an AU where there was no FOB, and Patrick and Pete formed an audio/visual art partnership called STUNTZ. With nutty installation pieces and graffiti and stupid pranks and hoaxes and ridiculous in-joke t-shirts, etc. Somebody should totally write that. Or, alternatively, make it be reality.

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1. Re. the KBR gang-rape case/the Franken Amendment (fuck yeah Al Franken): Republicans for Rape. (Further: Slacktivist on how difficult it is to parody the American "right" these days [they are their own macros, guys. The future is disturbing].)

eta: The Republicans for Rape (I don't want to see that word on my flist nine times in a post either, sorry) site is apparently down (hopefully due to volume rather than litigation), so here's a post at care2.com's women's rights blog explaining about the 30 Republican senators (including four women and John McCain) who voted against the amendment (which would make ineligible for government defense contracts those corporations whose terms of employment restrict employees from seeking criminal prosecution in assault cases).

2. Following: "Our Trespasses," a post about the Lord's Prayer and conservatives and illegal immigration (no, okay, it's really good, even if you could give a shit about the Lord's Prayer and/or Christianity and/or conservatism and/or illegal immigration). ( Bait quote cut to save your flist. You're welcome! )

3. Helenish rides again, again! Wheeeee. I was way too embarrassed to request the Sentinel stories get put on the Google site, ngl.

4. Lastly, Patrick is playing a benefit concert at his high school's Hallowe'en festival (with bands from the school, n'awwwww). I don't even know, guys. He's just too fucking precious for words.

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1. I'm so completely toasted, wow. Still on endorphins from last night, despite about eleven hours of sleep (at least it's not a hangover!). Probably a shower will help, and I'll get to that soon.

2. Matthew has pneumonia, because boys are stupid. Hopefully he's better soon, and doesn't keep working so hard in rehearsal for the tour next month.

3. BJ's Awesome & Succinct Movie Revue for Where the Wild Things Are: "He's just a boy, pretending to be a wolf, pretending to be a king." Everybody needs to see this. I cried and laughed and cried so hard, guys.

4. Patrick didn't look hot at Los Premios MTV, he looked ill. I've said it all along*: he's a well-put-together little guy, and that's not going to change, but seriously. I AM OFFICIALLY WORRIED.


*Shallow confession time! I liked this band 'cause I liked to look at him, long before I ever actually really listened to "Sugar." Shocking, I know.

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I think sometimes that I want to put out an APB for the rest of Patrick, and I worry that he disappeared kind of suddenly, but then I remember that he went vegan "for health reasons" last winter, hi, and I'm like, "Yeah, that's actually not a bad timeline." Because when you're that short (this short, lol), you only have to change your shape a little bit to make a big difference, and a year for that little bit? Is totally fine.

( missing: the squishy bits of my favourite boy. )

And then, seriously, it's like, "He looks like a wee teenager again, gah!" I was happy he didn't look seventeen anymore, because bb!Patrick makes me feel like a dirty old man (I'm not even a year older than he is!), so.

In conclusion: my life is hard, guys, and I need this organizer thing really a lot. Or maybe this one. Anyway.

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So yesterday that Stump kid flounced off the internet (in pretty much the same manner he hung around on the internet--as a postscript to something he finds more interesting than himself).

My reactions:

a) Lol! Artistic pursuits!

b) Wait, wait, dude, you haven't updated your blog in months, and prior to that, you deleted a bunch of posts as part of ~viral marketing for your band's new album. Obviously this aspect of your website is not that important to you. Why do you need to make a Statement about Nevar Updatin No Moar?

c) Somehow, and I felt this disturbance in the Force before I read the ICH comments about his gf and Twitter, I know this is fandom's fault. WE are the reason we're not allowed to have nice things, kids!

d) LOOOOOOL. Seriously. Flounce!

e) Really, this is a good thing. He's too eloquent for a medium he's obviously unwilling to proofread. ("Liu"? Wtf is that? Stop abusing French, Failout Boys.)

f) No, wait, wait, this means no more Fun Facts, doesn't it? D:

All of which can actually be summarized as: Oh Patrick.

Don't even get me started on the teases about future updates. As long as he's not becoming a hermit, I could give a damn.

And now is the time on Sprockets when we work.

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1. Oh, also, re: "Document." Everyone who was just hanging around to see if I'd finish it? You can go now. (Except for you. And you and you. And you too, if you really want to stay.)

2. Seven-day meme.

day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy

I was going to take a picture of myself downtown in the rain, but my phone battery is dangerously low, so. Have some PStump+Stump-O-Matic instead.

( inappropriate workplace desktop is possibly extra-inappropriate. )

3. I hope all the rain doesn't give Tillie huge culture shock upon her return from New Mexico, and/or make her get back on the plane. Haha.

(I meeeeeeesed her!)

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1. OH PATRICK. *facepalm*

2. Basic thoughts from the weekend (did another hook pull, on a deserted island with about thirteen other people this time--completely different experience): everyone is strong; I should not be afraid of the dark (though I'm pretty sure I'm totally justified in being terrified of getting trapped in my head with myself); boundaries--they're what's for dinner!

3. I have so many things to do today, ugh. I guess I should start doing them.

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1. I want to save like a million baby!Patrick pictures from this bundle, but after the first one (...the red t-shirt? Yes? You know which one I mean? Okay, awesome), I felt like such a creeper. Am I growing backwards out of RPF or something? Idk, guys. If this is the case, I have nowhere to go, what will I do.

2. BJ's Awesome & Succinct Movie Revue for Funny People: oh my shit, Adam Sandler and Seth Rogen. Just go fuck already. Jesus Christ. Also, I think I laughed so hard I peed, a little.

3. At one point during the movie, I was like, "These people are doing annoying, stupid things, and yet I like them and wish them success in life. Wtf?" I think if I understood that, I'd understand why I write the way I do. It probably has to do with genuine human emotion and that kind of bullshit.

4. I feel there should be a lot of fic for this movie? There totally won't be, but I want there to be. Lots and lots of it (or just one or two really, really amazing epic ones--I'd be okay with that, too). I would write it, but I'm not actually funny enough. I can't write funny things on purpose, it doesn't work. MY PROSSESS IS SPESHEL.

5. My younger brother is actually turning into a pretty cool dude. I think I can safely say I had nothing to do with that.

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I wasn't going to update this morning, even though I have smashing new icons and I wanted to talk about how "What a Catch" makes me happy, not sad, but then these photos from the show the other night got posted and I had a very real o.O moment, which will more than likely mean absolutely nothing to everybody else on the planet, so. Ignore me. Just being a writer (and a paranoiac) over here.

Black patent Converse, what the fuuuuuck, Patrick? Panic! does whatever reproduction-via-mitosis thing it did, Blink reunites, so you gotta do other stuff from "Stranger Things"? Really? It's not funny. Quit it. I have enough mental problems without this nonsense.

(This is why I don't like writing futurefic, and why I will never, ever write anything involving zombies.)

1. Some advise, from me to you: never eavesdrop or open your presents early. You won't like what it buys you.

2. BJ's Succinct & Awesome Movie Revue for Public Enemies: less slashy than advertised, but had ample amounts of J. Edgar Hoover's apparently mute boyfriend, so that was all right; Johnny Depp is about ten million billion times cooler than Christian Bale could ever be (yes, even though JD is not and never will be Batman); Nameless, Texas Ranger steals all scenes ever (secret movie heeeero!!!); torturing innocent, defenseless women won't get you fired from the (F)BI, but it will get you on Christian Bale's shitlist for the rest of the movie, so don't do it, Fat Boy.

3. There's a term for movies and TV shows about predator/prey+antagonistic-to-the-point-of-homoerotic relationships, right? There's gotta be. If not, let's make one up, because there totally should be.

4. Lol, Tommy from Snatch as Babyface Nelson. (That's what PE needed! Brad Pitt punching people in the face!)

5. Anyway! Hopefully going to see that movie about teenage pregnancy wizards tomorrow. SNAAAAAPE.

6. Yeah, the "Open Happiness" video and song do not have enough Patrick, BUT. At least he gets the best line(s) in the whole thing? And he whistles. There should be video of him whistling in the helicopter, guys. I suspect he knows exactly what we'd do with that video, though. Ha.


GBBB: 18000/28000. WHOOOOO.

1. First, bandomish thing. "Pretty Lies" by The Dudes. Listen (at Last.fm, also). Now imagine this: PVStump x Glambert cover. Yes? Yes, I think so. *wise nod*

(It would be the best most accidentally!gay cover since Kid Rock and Nickelback did "Saturday Night's Alright (for Fighting)," lol. Perhaps with bonuf JTroh on lead guitar. Hmm.)

(Also, The Dudes are pretty neat. They're from Alberta.)

2. Sry Pete, that's not actually argyle. If there's no overlay/crosshatching/whatthefuckever, it's just diamonds. (Yes, if it turns out to really be argyle, I want it. Gawd.)

3. I'm working on a tattoo design that is a non-ugly revisioning of the "trans symbol." We'll see. (Lol random Hebrew character.)

4. ( random, possibly unpopular, entirely probably politically rong characterization meta. )

5. ( random spn meta, circa 'the rapture.' oh yes, i went there. )

6. Yeah, the first thing is the important one. Just, ugh. Those two on stage together would murder me. Height differences are totally my sekrit kryptonite, guys.

What's so awesome about the Bordies (and about my old time fandom friends in general) is that the nonsensical, context-free ficlet I posted the other day is the kind of thing they eat up (and expect from me, let's be honest). Not one person who's actually in band fandom commented on it, though I'm sure many read it (and went "wtf???"). It kind of reminds me of when I used to workshop fic at my old writers' group--nobody knew what the hell I was on about with the characters and story, so it was the writing, the work that was of interest. It's neat.

(Uh. Not trying to say anything about anything, and I'm sure as hell not bitching about feedback. Just making an observation.)

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I hung out with some people and a five-year-old today, and it was nice. Lots of fun. There was zero processing, which was very refreshing. I have to remind myself, from time to time, that actually being in relationships is way more fun than analyzing them all the livelong day.

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( some floofy stuff about a body ritual i did last weekend. )

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Uh. Yeah. Insert unpopular fannish opinions about Patrick's hotness when he's singing Prince, Patrick's hotness when he's playing a song he obviously doesn't know very well, and Patrick's hotness when he's wearing ucking fugly glasses. (Sad: I'd still do him. What the hell, man.)

Further regarding Dreamwidth: I'm going to pay them when the open beta comes out. I don't want an invite code, because, really, I cannot contribute in any way to the development of the things that get developed during closed beta. So I will pay them. It will be okay. I don't know if I'll use the same name over there or not, but I'll totally post here about it, although I suspect I've been filtered out of all but ten people's reading lists. Whatever. Have I ever mentioned that I hate filters?

My partner (should I just call him H? Or something? It feels weird to be all like "MY PARTNER" every time I mention him. Whatever, whatever) bought Seven Pounds the other day and we watched it and it was gooooood in all the ways (structure, writing, storytelling, characters, acting, pretty, jellyfish, etc.). Rosario Dawson did not hurt my soul in any way! I love Barry Pepper a lot!

And then yesterday at Best Buy I was going to get Hey Monday's CD, but they didn't have it, which is bollocks, so I got Milk instead, which we're going to watch tomorrow, since I have this thing called Tuesdays With Tillie. Except she's not dying of MS and there's no Ted Koppel or whoever it was in the book. Still.

( in conclusion: i love every part of you... )

Guess who didn't finish the fic they said they were going to finish the other day? You only get one guess, so make it count.

( consolation prize. )

Anyway. I realized that I kind of screwed up in the disclaimer for "Can't Get Out," saying that Pete's probably never had gender dysphoria. I mean, I think that's true, but it has led to the assumption that the story is about gender dysphoria, when it's really more largely about body dysphoria, which I didn't mention in the disclaimer because Pete has totally admitted to having had body dysphoria. So.

That was totally unimportant. I was just jonesing for some pedancy, and lo, I had Post an Entry open in a tab. Whatever.

This (click the text link to "part one" first; also, his little backpack!) and these are making my day, incidentally. The Pete & Patrick Shew exists!

(Patrick apparently sounds fresh on "Tiffany Blues." I'm pretty excited for this album, not gonna lie.)

The made-up fandom verb "chinhand" has returned to my flist, and I am pleased by this.

My ten favourite MG/B songs post has turned into a miniature primer. At least there aren't any pictures?

(Yet. Argh.)

Late to comment as usual, but: Patrick, Patrick, I could read your ramblings for DAYS. Seriously. His hot, intelligent, thinky little brain, you guys.

It's interesting to me that people wish he'd been doing this many and these kinds of interviews all along, because really--who wants to hear an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old spout off about art and product? These opinions and beliefs and philosophies have been percolating all these years, and frankly I think, in today's Western culture, it's a rare person who should be taken seriously* (as an artist or otherwise) before they're twenty-one or twenty-two. That's just my opinion; I could be wrong.

And now I have to go to work. Where I drive a bus. Because I flunked out of college. It's all relative, yo.


*For values where "taken seriously"="get to be famous/published/recorded/etc." Because I'm not a complete asshole, and I was a teenager who liked to spout off about art and product, and while my opinions were valid among my friends and the adults who supervised us, I did not in any way deserve to be on television or get a book deal; I'm just saying: I didn't really know what I was talking about, and neither do 99% of kids these days.

Picked up the desktop from Best Buy after work today. Supposedly it works now. It plays music, at least.

Listening to "Pop Punk Is Sooooo '05" on repeat while I upload "Hypnagogic States." I suspect it's from writing a lot of sorry-for-him(or her, as the case may be; uh)self!Pete lately. Oh well.

"The Only One" Remix by 30 Seconds To Mars
"Freakshow" Wolves At The Gate Remix by Jade Puget (AFI)
"Sleep When I'm Dead" Remix by Gerard Way (MCR) And Julien K
"The Perfect Boy" Remix by Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz (FOB)
"Exploding Head Syndrome" Single Remix [nb: of the whole EP] by 65 Days Of Static

Again, I really, really love the Gerard/Julien K one. A lot. The Stuntz one is kind of remix-by-numbers, tbqh (take one Infernal Beat, add distant, repetitive guitar track, sprinkle liberally with resamples, bake until the synthy outro fades). The "single" remix is great. The others are--yeah. Heard one house remix, heard 'em all.

(Seriously--the tracklisting has the band initials in parentheses. Robert Smith, how so precious? Please note also the [probably legally required] difference in credit between "Sleep When I'm Dead" and "The Perfect Boy". The files just list name & name, but I'm telling you--the liner has a /!)

I basically don't have time/feel like waiting until I have the time to zip the whole thing. Whatever. Mediafire allows multiple downloads, so quit whining.

Enjoy your free musics.

My computer is being dead. On the wee laptop instead, argh. Have to take the big one in to someplace and get it looked at. All I want is my writing. 80% of my music is on my external hard drive, and the rest is all new stuff (mixtape, etc.) that I can easily track down. This is so fucking annoying.

Cheering: Patrick, it's amazing how you always turn out to be way more like my personal canon than fanon, every single time. No, really. (I love the undercurrent of True Friendship through the first half of the article--Joe and Andy, guys, awesome. And Pete is just. Oh, Pete.)

Sigh. Sigh.

( when patrick met amelia. saved to google docs, thank the gods of redundancy gods. )