So let's not get into my stuff about Panic(!), but I've now watched the "Northern Downpour" video, and wow. Nothing but love, 'cause it's awesome and what a great song (I've never heard it, leave me alone), and dude. Dude. Guerilla art is so one of my favourite things. Anyway.

( mgb did the mid-nineties canadian rock version ten years ago. video under the cut. )

I think "Indestructible" comes up after the video's over? Don't click on it. Seriously. Both song and video are pretty bad--and I'm not just saying that as a hypercritical jerk. Matt says so himself. If you want some more MGB video awesome, go for "Load Me Up" or "Carmelina" (eta: the DVD commentary for the latter is on Youtube too! Yay!). Fucking fantastic.

Yeah, okay. Right. The point of this post was that I will be buying Pretty. Odd., and you should watch the "Northern Downpour" video if you haven't already. The end.

Happy post (not just mere approval today, folks!):

1. Pete and Ashlee, oh my god. Jesus H. AWESOME. (Permanent link for the "you can't download a baby" video. Pete can't handle YouTube, it is too advanced.)

2. Wikipedia. It helps me when I need to research possibly horrifyingly debilitating prescription drugs (aphasia, paresthesia, blindness, and short term memory loss? SWEET. Um. Don't worry, the fic is not in Pete's POV, the horrifyingness will not be that in your face. Mostly it's just a plot device. Drugs that make you play bass even less good ftw!!!)

3. My flist(s). You're all exeedingly awesome. I am a terrible person, though, and I don't do Valentine memes or love memes, or comment on every entry (...most entries) or any of the other things that one is supposed to do to prove one thinks people are awesome. Sorry. It's just how I roll--my lack of social skills in any given situation, let me show you them.

4. The opening DJ at Sin last night, for he played Panic(!)--"Martyrdom and Suicide," yay, I actually like that one. It was great (the guy who was on when I went to dance later was not so great. AC/DC is hard to dance to, surprisingly).


Big Bang: 762 1025 1462/20000.

In honour of my finally buying A Fever You Can't Sweat Out (shut up, it's a long and sordid story), music!

The Tragically Hip: Yer Favourites, Disc One and Disc Two. This is the "greatest hits"/singles/fan favourites collection. Twenty years, thirty-seven songs, two and a half hours, 143.4 MB in .zip files. Use this gift only for awesome, my friends.

Re: Fever. What the hell. People complain about Patrick's incomprehensibility (often justifiably), but Jesus Christ Brendon Urie. ENUNCIATE. And oh my god, distortion, and synthesizer. NO. DO NOT WANT.

Still. Lyrics for the win, I guess. Hopefully it grows on me. I paid a lot of money for it (more than I was willing to pay for IllScarlett, fyi RyRo. I hope Wentz lets you see some of that), and it was the last one in the store. Fistshake of the aging music fan.

It's a post of pimpery. Etc.

1. playfullips is doing a lazy person's friending meme: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave you met ______? You comment with your username and other people tell you people you should friend. Stuff. I didn't comment with my username, 'cause I'm actually very happy with my flist at the mo, even though sometimes you guys go "OMG PATRICK HOTTEST PICTURE EVER" for a day and a half and I don't understand what you're talking about. I mean, I like the locked-elbows-hands-in-pockets thing too (A LOT), and I do really swoon when he wears black t-shirts (I maybe poked at his belly on the screen a little. ONLY A LITTLE), but really guys. What? That is exceedingly hot? Because he has girl hair for once in his life (it's a little wavy!)? Are you kidding? Did you see this? It's very old, but still. Way hotter.

No, seriously. I am well-aware that his shoes are probably shiny purple and green plastic with sparkly red laces. I would still snuggle them. He gives very good topface, is all I'm saying (it makes some people want to punch him in the mouth! That's how good it is!).

Anyway, enough about my aesthetics. Um. Go play in the friending meme.

2. The Bandom Het Fic Exchange. Exactly what it says on the box. I was annoyed at myself for not requesting Pete/Ashlee ageplay (they are both seven! They play LEGO and Easy Bake Oven and watch cartoons!), but it's possible I should just write that shit myself. And never ever put it on the internets.

3. PANIC! I love your stupid incoherent conceptual faces. I pimp nothing with this bit. I'm just saying. I love them and their ridiculous brains.

4. Uh. This one isn't pimping anything either. But the venue for the Cobra show got changed to the Plaza Club from Dick's on Dicks and I'm kind of annoyed. Because I know Dick's and I like it and I know exactly where I want to be (in the gallery upstairs zomg: fewer people, better view, closer to two bars AND a bathroom), etc., and I know jack shit about the Plaza. Fortunately they apparently have decent theme nights (for a straight club on fucking Granville Street), so I'll probably go check it out for dancing one night before the show. Still. Wtf, Gabe.

5. There was something else I wanted to pimp, but I can't remember what it was. Oh right, playfullips's fic. "But The Point Is Probably Moot"--it's a very cute wee "Patrick likes Ashlee!" story. I likes it. Title from "Jesse's Girl" ftw!

The end! Going to work on "Document" now! Trans!fic? Several dollars per dozen. Making Patrick's girlfriend an actually important character? About a buck. Naming a queercore band after a women-only BDSM party? PRICELESS.

There's really nothing I can say about this, except that it is a fake baseball player chat log which is deeply relevant to FOB (and PATD) people.

For the lulz, people. For the lulz.