This is my front page. All comments here are screened; if you don't have my email address, you can drop me a line here. If I know your email address, I'll reply by email -- if not, I'll reply to your comment, and then rescreen both your comment and my reply.
It's also got every tag I have -- this is because my current LJ style doesn't include a tag index. (At least half of my participation on LJ is on my Treo. I chose this style because it loads quickly and it's still readable on a small screen.)
I'd tell you more about myself, but that's what my profile -- and the rest of my journal -- are for.
I was looking up Dave Mustaine, because there's this meme going around: "What celebrity do you think looks like you? What celebrity do other people say you look like?" In my case, it was Dave Mustaine in High School, and these days it's more frequently Alan Tudyk, especially when he played a pirate. (There was a few months of frequent comparisons to Cam Gigandet, but that's all Twatlight's fault.)
Anyway, I found this, and decided it was more fun than that meme. Between his louder-than-life band, his history of drug use, and his frequent feuds with other musicians, Dave Mustaine was a bit cartoonish long before Warner Brothers got a hold of him. The fact that they chose him, of all musicians, for this toon is perfectly appropriate. If anything, they toned him down a lot. (Certain people are good musicians, but hard to work with. He's one of them.)
It has its faults. For one thing, the animators are clearly not musicians, and you can tell because the guitarists' hands are all over the place. Still, I never thought I'd see metal used in a mainstream cartoon, and the premise -- Marvin Martian and his queen try to use Kenny G to take over the world, and Daffy Duck thaws Megadeth out to fight them -- is fun.
What is says about you: You are a powerful person. You appreciate energetic people. You may meet people who are afraid of you. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you.
In the words of one of the great poets of our age...
"There once was a man named Bertold Who drank beer when the weather grew cold As he reached for his cup... 'Never gonna give you up!' Oh, snap! You just got limerick-rolled!"
"Comment to this post, and I will choose 7 of your interests that I am curious about. You post about them in your own journal and we continue from there."
I replied when ms_daisy_cutter posted this meme, and here are the seven she chose.
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick three of your icons. 2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose. 3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts. 4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon squee. Whoo!
I put this one together back when I got nervous about someone reading my journal obsessively -- this was someone who had a massive mad-on for me, but he knew next to nothing about me, and I hoped to keep it that way. (In fairness to him, I'd been fucking his girlfriend. In fairness to me, though, I didn't know at the time, and I stopped fucking her once I found out.) I've only used it a few times, when a friend left a comment naming the city or street on which I live, or my place of work -- I screened their comment, and left an edited version of it, using this icon. (I'm no longer worried about the guy, but now I have other reasons for not wanting my personal info out there, such as narcissistic crackpots who write a thousand pages of gay incestuous rapefic, and then take it very poorly when I point out that their writing is shit.)
I made this one (and this one) back when I changed my handle from _flame_god_ to flamingchords. I'd originally intended to make a lot more of them. It turns out that printing chord diagrams and setting them on fire is easy, but getting good photos of them isn't.
This one is Emily Litella, an old lady who has been known to complain on SNL that we should encourage "violins in school," because they make such lovely music, and they expose children to culture... and then, when it's explained to her that she's misheard "violence in school," she replies: "Oooooh! That's very different!" And after a pregnant pause, "...never mind!" As for why I'm using it as an icon? I think I've only used it once. It was some thread in stupid_free or something, and I was using a similar joke.
Perhaps not three of my favorite icons, but what the hell. Currently, my favorite two are these, but I just made them yesterday, so it might just be that the novelty hasn't worn off yet. I've been looking through other sites with lolcats, seeing if there was anything else that has been posted in a cat macro that I can use to make something tasteless.
(I stole this meme from a locked entry. If they want credit for it, I'm sure they'll say so.)
Instructions: Open up your iTunes and fill out this survey, no matter how embarrassing the responses might be. (In my case, I'm using WinAmp, but the rest still applies.)
How many songs total: 3982 How many hours or days of music: 13.5 days
Most recently played: The Truth beneath the Rose, by Within Temptation Most played: Selling Out, by Tristania Most recently added: Schoenberg, Friede auf Erden
Sort by song title First Song: ! (Forward), by Pain of Salvation Last Song: YYZ, by Rush
Sort by time Shortest Song: 1.3 seconds - You Suffer, by Napalm Death Longest Song: 30.1 minutes - Górecki's Third Symphony, first movement
Sort by album First album: 10,000 Days, by Tool Last album: Yanqui UXO, by Godspeed You! Black Emperor
First song that comes up on Shuffle: It Has No Name, from Jerry Springer: the Opera
Search the following and state how many songs come up:
Death: 95. Includes everything by Napalm Death (71). I had to count these by hand because WinAmp counted everything that was categorized as Death Metal, and came up with 864. Life: 31. Love: 80. Includes the albums "Love" by Juliana Theory (14), "Faith Hope Love" by King's X (13), and everything by Sins of thy Beloved (7). Hate: 36. Includes the albums "Hate" by Sinister (8), "Hate and Despise" by Lemming Project (9), and "Manifest of Hate" by Forsaken (10). You: 179. Includes the albums "Hold Your Fire" by Rush (10), "My Arms, Your Hearse" by Opeth (9), "Soundtrack to Your Escape" by In Flames (12), and everything by Strapping Young Lad (13) and Godspeed You! Black Emperor (5). Sex: 4. Funny, I could have sworn I had Oingo Boingo's "Wild Sex in the Working Class" here somewhere...
"Comment and I'll give you a letter. Then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal, and give out some letters of your own."
Tea. I never expected to get hooked on it, but a couple of friends exposed me first to Earl Grey, and then some spicy ones...
Toons. What can I say? In this respect I never quite grew up. "Rabbit Season!" "Duck Season!" "Rabbit Season!" "Duck Season!" "Rabbit Season!" "...Rabbit Season!"
Tunes. Good music is my life. Or if it isn't, it's really damned close.
Treo. It's a big, obnoxious-looking device that looks like the bastard son of a cellphone and a PDA. It has a thousand and one uses.
Technology. Having a computer is great. Every day, it brings thousands of morons into my home for my amusement, it teaches me things I didn't know, and keeps me connected to friends I'd have otherwise never met. And sometimes, it's useful, too!
Twits. As much as they annoy me when I'm in direct contact with them, they're so damned fun to watch on the net.
Tits. Come on, I'm a guy!
Testosterone. It makes me do stupid things occasionally, but it's an awful lot of fun to have it!
Thought. Because testosterone can't rule my brain all the time.
Television. (Hey, everyone needs something to hate, and in my case, I hate TV gleefully and passionately.)
I have no idea how the quiz actually works -- somehow, I don't believe that going through menus of images and absent-mindedly picking the one you like the best can be all that accurate. But then, I'm not a psychologist. Besides, I like this result. (I took the quiz two more times, and got two other results, but I'm sticking with my first one here.)
Evocation You are evocation, the art of manipulating energy like fire and lightning! Energetic and dynamic, you are often hyper without having to try. A little detirmination makes your enthusiasm a wonder to behold and often causes third degree burns.
"...oh, and I was going to have a few comments on conservative pundit Anne Coulter, but it turns out that you have to go into rehab if you use the word 'cunt.' ...so, I'm kind of at an impasse. I can't really talk about Coulter, so I'll just conclude here and take your comments."
Nice one, Coulter. Open mouth, insert foot, chew vigorously. I'm surprised you didn't call Barack Obama a nigger while you were at it.
Can I give you a bit of advice, just as one fan of shock value to another? Shock value only works if there's actual meaning hidden under it. Otherwise, you look like a dull child shouting rude names on a schoolyard.
I've been known to hold grudges. This is one of my worst flaws, and I've been trying to work it out -- if there's one thing to be learned from movies like The Incredibles and books like Harry Potter, it's that real villainy can often come from something as stupid as an inability to get over childhood shit.
So, in the interests of getting this shit off my chest, I'm going to list fourteen things I hate about fourteen of you. Hey, it worked for one of Cassie Claire's fan-poodles, right?
(Unlike bookshop's wanktastic post, mine really is tongue in cheek. If you're not listed here, it's because I've confined myself to fourteen, as she did. It's not because I love hate you any less.)
I hate how clearly you can see into my head, and I hate how you make me feel a little stupid by being able to see things right in front of my nose. It's creepy, like you're a little psychic. That said, I must admit you're going to be a terrific therapist one day.
I've heard you sing, thanks to the wonders of YouTube, and I hate you for being able to nail those high notes I haven't been able to touch since I was about ten. I have a good bass, and I wish I didn't envy your range, but I do.
I realize that a good friend will tell you when you've been an asshole, and will challenge you to think about your views in new ways, but dammit, do you really have to be right when you do it?
I hate how you let other people around you make you feel small and worthless. I also hate how they've made you feel like you're being selfish for wanting a life of your own. You're an amazing person, really. You deserve happiness, if only you could see it.
I hate you for being ten times wiser than me, and yet so down to earth that I can't really hate you for it. I shouldn't, I mean, you've been on the planet a hell of a lot longer than I have, but still!
I hate you for being much better at arguing than I am. Yeah, I'm pretty good, but you're much better. I've known it ever since "The Daddy-Fucker Incident."
I hate you for having a much better eye for color than I have. Oh, and you're published, which makes it even worse.
Capslocking is usually idiotic, and I hate it on general principle -- which is why I hate it when you manage to make me fall on the floor laughing when you abuse your capslock key.
I hate that in every picture I've seen of you, you glow with happiness. In particular, there's this one photo of you on a swing. It's like you've learned some secret of life I'm still working on learning. The worst thing is, I'm sure you'd tell me... and even after you told me, I'd still have to work it out for myself.
I hate that in every picture I've seen of you, you are beautiful... and despite this mountain of evidence, you don't see it. Everyone on your friendslist knows you're lovely. Why don't you? And don't give me any shit about the pictures we don't see!
I hate you for proving that a conservative like you can actually get along with a damned lib'rul like me. Don't you know that's bad for America?
I hate you for the enormous positive impact you've had on me as a musician. It's like a debt I can never pay off.
I hate three of you for knocking it into my head that I need not fear alcohol -- indeed, I can actually enjoy it safely. Granted, I'm quite a bit happier now than I was before, but if you only knew how much work it was to recreate my self-image as a non-whisky-phobe...
I hate you not for having the same shit-stirring tendencies that I have, but for having much more subtlety than I have when you decide to start stirring shit. Plus, you're funny.
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stupid_free or something, and I was using a similar joke.
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