This deserves repeating
er lots of xposts
i think he’s right, w all his affluenza stuff, but it’s kind of obvious, no? like—set up your society like this, and of course all your citizens will end up feeling like that.
kate if you go to lilyallenmusic.com and sign up for the email list they’ll send you some kind of free mp3 version of the album or something.
Or it would if I used the right url
Argh, what happened?
Don’t worry, Benjamin! I still love you! I was only kidding when I said the Sonic Screwdriver was better than yr pedals!
Emsk, I have the Lilly Allen album! I bought it last month. But it kind of got burried because I played the Howling Bells album too much.
AW THOSE CATS
That has got to be photoshopped!
That said, I prefer the yin/yang cats.
If you do like me, why perpetuate this horribleness?
I do like you, and I absolutely didn’t mean to! The people who will always be arseholes will always be arseholes whatever; I started the thread to make the NICE people who just blithely join in the abuse realise that they are being dicks, and hopefully they’ll then stop.
Again, I’m sorry to have named you (or anyone for that matter) and I’ll aks the mods to take the names out.
Holy SHIT boss bf1 flanger pedal $636!!!!
I have messages in my OKC account. What do I do? Eep! I can’t get the site to delete my profile. Bah.
Can someone who has photoshop please photoshop a kitten head onto the snake, and add the words “I want these muthafucking kittens off this motherfucking messageboard NOW!!!”
(for Kerr, not me, obviously.)
KITTENS ON A THREAD!!!
and also “WHAT IS IT WITH ALL THESE KITTENS ON ILX?!” Please.
(Does anyone know how, in paint, not to make that awful white box appear around text?)
Click the lower button that has a cylinder, a ball and a box. (You’ve got two of those, right?)
Ah, thank you! the mystery is solved!
Time for a “Sub Sub Zero” thread, surely?
“There aint no love, there aint no use” perhaps...
I want to call it THE ALL SHOEGAZING ALL DRONEROCK NO SPORT NO REALITY TV DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE KATE WATERCOOLER OF EXTREME JOY but that would be kind of asking for it, wouldn’t it?
I have just had a thought on the way back from lunch and it has made me chuckle.
Get the extra sister and you can be the ‘Sweet Mistress of Paynes’
heehee.
GO FOR IT K8
Kate, are we okay? I got the thread edited and i hope my apologies were accepted. Email me if there’s anything else to discuss.
Thanks for the edit, Mark. yes, we’re OK. I just had some stuff pent up from previous discussions that I had to get out—not all of that was directed at you.
I should really stay off that thread, though. I find myself repeating myself too much. And the thing is, those kinds of threads are never actually going to reach the people doing the damage. Maybe including me. I don’t know.
Sweet Mistress of Paynes. Quit that!
Kate’s stage name could be Synthia Synthesiser
But I don’t have a synth! that should be Frances “Doom” Morgan’s stage name. Except I enjoy calling her “Doom” too much.
Madame Synthia & Payne Sisters
But then you need a stage name.
Come on! We are a band, not a Soho Revue act!
And so does Ed if he plays drone mandolin
I suppose if someone loaned Ed a dress he could call himself Manda Linn
We are a band, not a Soho Revue act!
If you were you could get FP up onstage too!
STOP WITH THE BAD PUNS!!! I CANNAE TAKE IT ANY MORE!
(Especially as I am listening to the rough mix of Brown and Sticky right now as I type ha ha ha ha I do not want to have to tone down Marianna’s orgasm at the end, it sounds GRATE)
I have just read the most “WTF?” thing ever to come out of someone’s mouth (keyboard?) on ILX and I think I had better go and do some work to take my mind off it. Argh.
Yeh, I saw you splutter from here. Believe me, you’re not the only one to think it’s all gone wrong.
God, I’m just... argh, someone post a picture of the Hubbel Space Telescope or something. Wait, no, even that’s gone horribly wrong and the Bush administration won’t fix it.
This is a picture on the sun, taken from a telescope that’s orbiting round the sun really close!
“of”, obviously.
Hasn’t the corona recently done a giant massive fuckoff surge or something? Or was I misinterpreting something on APOD?
I too think I read that somewhere, but I might only THINK I did cos you just said it!
I just can’t be bothered today. I’ve got this code to debug, and it’s so not happening.
No, we’re right. There was a massive coronal ejection last week.
http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap070206.html
I think I’m going to have some more coffee.
Aha, good work watson.
Why can I not be bothered doing anything today tho? It can’t be VD, cos I really don’t give a flying about that. Or maybe I do, but just don’t know it.
Maybe it’s the weekend’s complications that have thrown me. I know that sleeping with friends is historically a bad idea, even if you think you’re all liberal enough and grown up enough to be able to deal with it.
::bashes head against desk::
You don’t need ILX to tell you this.
I’m wound up because ILX is in flux, and talking about it, no matter how much you hate it, *is* incredibly more-ish.
And I’m distracted because my current work is just old dogends and bug-fixing, not anything I can sink my teeth into. Bah.
I know, I know, I don’t need anyone to tell me this. But it’s not as easy as that, is it? When the big brain stops working and the little brain gets busy . . . bah. I guess it stops life becoming dull.
ILX in flux isn’t good, no. I just wrote a paragraph about the whole thign here, then deleted it when I realised that this thread is a haven from the rest of ILE, not a place to drag bits into!
ILX in flux isn’t good, no. I just wrote a paragraph about the whole thign here, then deleted it when I realised that this thread is a haven from the rest of ILE, not a place to drag bits into!
Amen.
I no longer have a little brain, so it’s hard to really relate... or remember? (Well, I never had a penis, but my libido has just gone.) how much trouble it causes.
I must say, I’m kind of flattered by all the messages in my OKC inbox. I mean, there were EIGHT of them! Eight men who took the time to read my profile and liked what they saw enough to drop me a line. That is actually really nice.
Except most of them live really far away. (Why are all the pointy nosed men in Wales or Scotland?) I don’t trust people who don’t put up photos, I think they’re hiding something, which knocks out two. And the only one who I thought “hrmm, maybe” in the time between his sending the message and my reading it, he has changed his status to “in a relationship”.
But still, nice that they wrote.
It does cause trouble it’s true. Between labido and the drug of your choice, whatever that drug may be, it’s a wonder anyone is civil to anyone ever.
I’ll phone her tomorrow, it’ll be fine.
I haven’t checked my okcupid for ages.
*checks*
no messages. hurumph. But guess it’s the guy’s job to do the chasing anyway.
I am way too picky, I suppose. But this combination of ... argh, Mark S started a thread on this on Old ILX which was much more sensible than anything I’d say. This combination of being extremely discriminating WRT some things and extremely shallow WRT others. Of having an overinflated sense of what you want in a partner combined with an inaccurate sense of who you are likely to attract.
There’s no one amazing enough to make me give up all the things I *like* about being sex/relationship free.
I guess that’s why I’m single, I’m I’m being honest. I just LIKE being single too much. However, I DO have a labido, so I end up doing silly things with inappropriate people. I guess I should just go to the local indie club and pick up students, but I don’t have the self-confidence for that. Although this IS improving, it’s something I’ve been working on this year, and I do believe it’s working.
There’s actually an interesting thread to be started about how you can become a little more self-confident without turning into a big-headed prick, but I don’t think it would be a wise idea to start it in the current climate.
As stated on the other thread, I have just realised! I do not want a boyfriend! What I want is A WIFE. How can I get one without getting a sex change or being gay?
Hook up with a pre-op tranny?
Problem is, there aren’t many dirty dronerock pre-op trannies.
I mean, they tend to idolise Greta Garbo and Liza Minelli. Not Patti Smith.
They don’t?
(shakes head sadly)
OMG THAT OTHER THREAD. GOD. FUCK.
so er right, what are we doing tonight? ed, what time should we come round? shall i bring popping corn?
There’s actually an interesting thread to be started about how you can become a little more self-confident without turning into a big-headed prick,
i would like one of these too right now, but i think there are a few on old-ilx. that one gr*h*m started about shyness that goes on and on and on for about a million years and actually seems to have lots of sound advice on?
Come round whenever (although give me a chance to tidy up a little)
bring whatever you like.
I have BULLY HILL WINE to compensate for all the ILX bullies.
I am going to cook things in my oven to show kate the wondrous things that can be done in one.
Dude, do you want to fix mine oven? You haven’t even fixed my laundry making machine yet!
OMG GIANT SQUID!
squideos (ho ho) here:
the second one is better. it lives 1km underwater! i would like to do that.
one of these?
dunno. think it was just called SHYNESS.
Oh, videos, why to crash Kate’s web browsers?
Oooh, Kate, kitchen appliances reminds me. All joking aside, how much do you want for that food processor? I really do want to buy one, and yours seems half decent, and if you don’t use it I’ll be glad to take it off your hands.
I’m loving that second giant squid video, absolutely awesome.
Errr... I don’t know! How much do you think you should pay for a food processor?
Problem is, if I sold it to you, I’d have to buy an actual table to keep my sounddesk on.
I like the first of those 2 squid clips the best, they’re both pretty amazing though.
It was that “You are What you Eat” food processor, wasn’t it? It seems to be online for about £40. So about that, I guess. Is that cool? I could pick it up next time I’m round your way. (This might also propel me into remembering your autoharp, although I’m sure you’ve stopped caring by now.)
Ha ha, I’d have probably let you have it for a £20 if you’d have come and got it. But I should go to Oxfam and find a low table for my mixer and you can pay me what that costs.
I think you spelled ‘miXor’ wrong.
YAY for promoters contacting US about gigs, rather than the other way around!
Has that started happening to you? Cool! I like it when that happens.
Yep. It opens up a whole new can of worms (oh noes! all these dates/obligations to keep straight in my head!), but that’s a whole lot better than the old can, which essentially amounted to: “Please, please, please, let us play!”
It gets easier—well, actually I’m not sure. We got overwhelmed and ended up booking too many gigs too close together which made us miserable and nearly broke up the band (before we did actually break up).
But once you’ve got a certain reputation and a certain track record, it’s nice when people start approaching you because you realise that in some ways, you’ve proved yourself.
Shyness is nice, and shyness can stop you, from doing all the things in life you’d like to.
Thanks, Emsk, I’ve got the Smiths stuck in my head now.
This months Plan B has a live review of someone called Ebony Bones from LSE Quad, London.
And it has the following :
Shimura Curves have already swished and swooshed their pretty velvet-edged electro pop , perverting skinny boys to perform hand-jives and hip rotations across their decorous stage.
Gooblar?
WTF? Who wrote that? How can there be a Plan B journalist who has NOT been in Shimura Curves?!??! Who is it?!? Find them! Recruit them! We need a sousaphone player!
(Is there more? I’ll be jealous if the review is more about Gooblar than about US)
Ebony Bones are very good. Have we seen them again?
- boo! -
* poof *
Mitya!!!
Come back!
Aaaah, good times. We should do that again. Except I’m not talking to Jim or Jim isn’t talking to me, I can’t remember which way around it is every time I think I remember it changes if I talk to him, he snubs me, or if he talks to me, I think he’s not talking to me so I snub him. It’s all too confusing.
I have ONE THING I have to do before I leave and I just cannot bring myself to do it. THis is so stupid. I’m just transfixed by ILX carcrash action.
We should go and see them again, they are playing at the 333 on friday or saturday, but I am in sheffield.
They play too damn much! They play, like, every single night. So there is never a point to going to see them, because you could always see them on a different night. If they would play once a month of something, I would make more of an effort to actually see them.
They are too hardworking for indie.
there is never a point to going to see them, because you could always see them on a different night.
OTM. I am always thinking I should go see ’em again, but yeah, why this time?
I didn’t need to be “perverted” into “performing” my hand-jives and hip-rotations!
Come round whenever (although give me a chance to tidy up a little)
ok, i am waiting for spanish trapezist’s stuff to be done in washing machine then after i’ve taken it out i will leave the house.
I am leaving in t minus two minutes.
I have just realised that I cannot do this ONE THING that I have been needing to do before I go, as the critical bit—what DATE it should be filtered on—has been omitted from my brief.
Ah, t minus one minute now.
Tomorrow I swear to god I am not going to muck about on ILX at all, and I am going to work like a dog all day long, I swear to god I am.
Nah that was all that was mentioned. It was just a live review of Ebony Bones by Hannah Gregory.
Oh the opening was
Tonight is dance night. Dance as in ‘Agadoo’ routines, Macarena wrist shakes and can-can knees.
Shimura Curves have already swished and swooshed their pretty velvet-edged electro pop , perverting skinny boys to perform hand-jives and hip rotations across their decorous stage.
Whoops, I missed all the “HI DERE NED” comments from yesterday. Hello again all! Three weeks from now I’ll be posting on this thread from Andrew’s flat going “Wait, I’m in London.”
HI DERE NED
wait, it’s 2.30am
HI DERE NED!!!
Wait, I’m in the office.
I feel very fuzzy this morning. Ed and Emsk got me drunk and tried to demonstrate this “comedy” thing that they have here in the icen forests of Clerkenwell.
I liked Bill Bailey’s fake prog song, that was hilarious. And I think I might have to fall into the Mighty Boosh Crush Fold. Apocalyptic grannies and fake Funkadelic wandering the desert in “it’s not a dress, they’re the robes of a psychedelic monk!” gear. I like.
Now I am going to have some coffee. Or some lemsip. Or maybe both. I’m not sure in which order.
URRGH
It’s your own fault, you bad mang.
I just watched the clip of Joss Stone on the brits last night, WTF at her fake accent?
I’ve only seen pictures in other people’s papers this morning. She scares me. I would probably wear her dress as a shirt, tho.
Blimey, what’s that?
It is a lovely pattern. But that is not a dress. It is barely even a shirt.
What is wrong with the eyebrows of the bloke next to her?
x-post now THAT is an outfit. I used to dress like that in 1991 or so.
Ohmigod, what a great shirt:
I just wanted to say thanks to various watercooler folks who offered advice and supportive thoughts at the end of last week. I have emailed various folks but also wanted to thank Norman, emsk, G00blar, Ed and JB. I hope I haven’t forgotten anyone.
Sorry for awful awful bad form, but I’m sorry, I wasn’t around at the end of last week. Is everything OK? I mean, obviously not if supportive thoughts are needed.
Please pardon my ignorance. I’ll email if it’s private.
OK, it doesn’t look like we’re leaving this place any time soon: