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jheti
I think I knew I was in trouble, really, with speaking a musical language anyone "normal" could touch when I realized that a "Declare Independence" remix with the horn arrangement from "Shake Your Body" by the Jackson Five--shredded up, of course--would be about the most incredible fucking thing in the world ever. When I go to the store to look for music, which isn't often anymore, I see endless discs of shit I couldn't care less about, and a few overpriced DVD sets for Boomer acts I have a soft spot for.
I listen to the classic rock and classic R'n'B stations. Old people music. It's that shit your parents listened to when they were bein' "kewliez" or however you think you spell the words "far out." Sometimes they have 80's weekend, and I can pretend.
I can recognize the average "popular" Twisted Sister song in three bars. I can tell the difference between "We're Not Gonna Take It" and "I Wanna Rock" by the difference between the cymbals. I've noticed that it's even there.
See?
DAMN COLONISTS
Ignore their patronizing
It gets better.
They have an original series (Kirk, Spock, McCoy, et. al.) Star Trek MANGA.
"...FAR...OUT!" so loud half the people by the magazine rack were agog. "Oh migod. Ohh migod ohmigod. They totally! Oh. My. God."
I've spent. Oh, my whole life? Waiting.
It's a one-off, one-volume, and most of them are drawn by Europeans who are carefully, lovingly imitating the styles of Fist of the North Star and Saber Rider and the Star Sheriffs. Which, if you don't know what those mean, I can't explain them to you. Fortunately, I like the retro look, so I'm not disappointed. Everyone who wants them to look like DBZ or Sailor Moon will be.
Of course it's a marketing trick. The book has shitty cover art and is basically an ad for the upcoming Constellations anthology(ies). I don't care.
Oh, and whoever gutted Melt With You for CAR COMMERCIALS? I hope you get run over by whatever SUV that was you were promoting with your disgusting butchery. You should be ashamed of yourself, dude. Like, totally.
You don't remember my name
I don't really care
I typically don't "do" goth bands, under my own power, but Kamelot is/are about the BEST thing to happen to me in three weeks because of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nyohah.
Seriously. It's like PotO, with guitars. This shit shreds. It's amazing.
My personal "look", if there is such a thing, is business casual serious!prep. I could wear it every day. I love it so much. I finally look like I feel. LOL her shoes are my shoes, except mine are flat, black, and more strappy.
Heels are not for me. I used to wear restraints to force my feet to the standard ninety degree angle of standing. The pain is indescribable and unforgettable. I am never going back into casts. Ergo, concordantly. I sit with a box under my feet to maintain the natural angle. Forcing the tendons to relax after pointing my feet at ALL is so painful it mocks my adjectives.
I wear this boring and moderate "look" because by the time I was Old Enough, it was no longer advisable to wear football player shoulder armaments and blood red microskirts with aviator shades to work.
I am so disappointed. XD
And, too, I don't see the point of wearing "distinctive" clothing, so much. Cosplay is different; it's about pretending to be a character you relate to in some way. Assuming a mask. Clothing as a daily unit is more about shelter from the elements and prying eyes, and not hurting savagely by the end of the day. Distinction and beauty really are not part of that. Neither is personality.
I love 1930's shoes, not least because they used to make them in my size. Pretty little strapbacked flats with bows! And buckles. And ankle support. ^_^
That was back before flats had to be ugly, the better to convince us all to stand digitigrade. XD
You do realize this is a clandestine tactic by scheming power-mad males to hobble us by our ankles. I'm quite serious. If you can barely stand, you cannot run away. HOW that doesn't terrify every woman ever born, I will never know.
I have looked from one end of the Internet to the other, and while I did acquire men in corsets, I have not found any handsome, less-than-middle-aged men in ballet boots.
*Smirk.*
I listen to the classic rock and classic R'n'B stations. Old people music. It's that shit your parents listened to when they were bein' "kewliez" or however you think you spell the words "far out." Sometimes they have 80's weekend, and I can pretend.
I can recognize the average "popular" Twisted Sister song in three bars. I can tell the difference between "We're Not Gonna Take It" and "I Wanna Rock" by the difference between the cymbals. I've noticed that it's even there.
See?
DAMN COLONISTS
Ignore their patronizing
It gets better.
They have an original series (Kirk, Spock, McCoy, et. al.) Star Trek MANGA.
"...FAR...OUT!" so loud half the people by the magazine rack were agog. "Oh migod. Ohh migod ohmigod. They totally! Oh. My. God."
I've spent. Oh, my whole life? Waiting.
It's a one-off, one-volume, and most of them are drawn by Europeans who are carefully, lovingly imitating the styles of Fist of the North Star and Saber Rider and the Star Sheriffs. Which, if you don't know what those mean, I can't explain them to you. Fortunately, I like the retro look, so I'm not disappointed. Everyone who wants them to look like DBZ or Sailor Moon will be.
Of course it's a marketing trick. The book has shitty cover art and is basically an ad for the upcoming Constellations anthology(ies). I don't care.
Oh, and whoever gutted Melt With You for CAR COMMERCIALS? I hope you get run over by whatever SUV that was you were promoting with your disgusting butchery. You should be ashamed of yourself, dude. Like, totally.
You don't remember my name
I don't really care
I typically don't "do" goth bands, under my own power, but Kamelot is/are about the BEST thing to happen to me in three weeks because of
nyohah.Seriously. It's like PotO, with guitars. This shit shreds. It's amazing.
My personal "look", if there is such a thing, is business casual serious!prep. I could wear it every day. I love it so much. I finally look like I feel. LOL her shoes are my shoes, except mine are flat, black, and more strappy.
Heels are not for me. I used to wear restraints to force my feet to the standard ninety degree angle of standing. The pain is indescribable and unforgettable. I am never going back into casts. Ergo, concordantly. I sit with a box under my feet to maintain the natural angle. Forcing the tendons to relax after pointing my feet at ALL is so painful it mocks my adjectives.
I wear this boring and moderate "look" because by the time I was Old Enough, it was no longer advisable to wear football player shoulder armaments and blood red microskirts with aviator shades to work.
I am so disappointed. XD
And, too, I don't see the point of wearing "distinctive" clothing, so much. Cosplay is different; it's about pretending to be a character you relate to in some way. Assuming a mask. Clothing as a daily unit is more about shelter from the elements and prying eyes, and not hurting savagely by the end of the day. Distinction and beauty really are not part of that. Neither is personality.
I love 1930's shoes, not least because they used to make them in my size. Pretty little strapbacked flats with bows! And buckles. And ankle support. ^_^
That was back before flats had to be ugly, the better to convince us all to stand digitigrade. XD
You do realize this is a clandestine tactic by scheming power-mad males to hobble us by our ankles. I'm quite serious. If you can barely stand, you cannot run away. HOW that doesn't terrify every woman ever born, I will never know.
I have looked from one end of the Internet to the other, and while I did acquire men in corsets, I have not found any handsome, less-than-middle-aged men in ballet boots.
*Smirk.*
