The erratic adventures of shay & jax
Finally got Jax's page up. I'm quite enjoying him so far - he's a little bit darker than any of the other character without (hopefully) straying into being one of those deep, brooding, 'troubled' characters that seems to make up one in three Popmundians. Basically he's a guy who was a bit of a fucking idiot as a younger man, who's trying to put it all behind him.
Jackson's faceclaim is Jack Gallowtree, who was suggested by the lady behind the Foulquiers. Not only is Mr Gallowtree a talented tattoo artist and a model, as far as I can tell from reading a few interviews with him, he also seems like a thoroughly nice chap. So, yeah - I pretty much hate him already. :D I also tweaked Shay's page, as I don't think 'wiry' applies any more. Let's just say that he filled out. Also Bagel will be pleased to note that his taste in beer has improved. Speaking of Shay, another single release has been slightly fucked up. This has happened enough now that I'm thinking about fucking them all up, and making it a thing. Lily is still in a relationship with Callum. Shay hasn't found out yet, the poor lummox... :'( The Ashes start dreckly. I was thinking that it was going to be a summer of shoeings, but our performances against New Zealand, and Ryan Harris' retirement has made me wonder if we might just give a good account of ourselves. A win is probably beyond us, but a narrow loss (or even a drawn series) while blooding some new players, that would be a success of sorts. No tattooed women - someone remind me about that next time.
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Finally got around to updating Shay's page, and the character page, with his new faceclaim. I may write more about what Shay is up to dreckly. Anyway, go check it out. Or don't. I don't care!!1!1
Still toying with resurrecting Vera to use as Ellis. But toying is as far as it's got. Because... reasons. As an aside, this number of people viewing this site seems to have plummeted since I stopped posting pictures of heavily tattooed ladies. Or maybe it was the cricket talk that had you all hooked? Hmm, I wonder... No-one can deny Feely - he's too damned alpha. Anyway, your hero and mine has instructed me to write a new blog, which is to contain man-faced skanks and steamshit. And who am I to argue? I hope you all had a pleasant Christmas (apart from those of you like Bobs/Dave who lives in some kinda crazy, made up country, and doesn't celebrate it for another day) and, of course, a Merry New Year! Our village pub's fancy dress theme this year was the 1970s, which was annoyingly specific, because if it had just been the 70s, I would have done some 1870s shit. Instead I went as a Jawa. Utinni! I had an enjoyable break, the traditional Christmas cold aside, which I mostly spent watching the darts (big ups to Garry Anderson - Bagel must be very proud) and caning Arrow and The Flash. Utter cheesy nonsense, but fun nevertheless. The final season of The Newroom is up next, then Gomorra. Back to work now, and it's much less horrific than I feared. What's that, you say? Albums of the year? Well, I've been proper crap at listening to new music this year, but the following (IMHO) were all good'uns: Royal Blood by Royal Blood: Big, driving riffs and slightly effeminate vocals. Me likey. Bestiary by Hail Mary Mallon: Classic Def Jux-type Hip Hop which you either love or hate. Needless to say, me likey. The little 50 sample in this track makes me happy. That's Not How You Do That by Jean Grae: A novelty album, yes, but it's had me smiling since the summer. NehruvianDOOM by NehruvianDOOM: MF Doom's name got me to try this one, as I'd never heard of Bishop Nehru. I will be looking out for him in the future, though. Seaside Resort to Violence by Rash Decision: I went to see Monolithian play live, with a bunch of support bands I'd never heard of, and ended up seeing these guys (who have the bass player and vocalist from Monolithian on guitar and backing vocals) play this album, which is an eardrum-melting belter. Drenge by Drenge: Pretty sure this came out at the tail end of last year. So why is it on this list? Because fuck you, that's why! (And also because I didn't hear it until this summer. :P) I have my first Christmas do tomorrow - a famously boozy one with a contractor we do a tonne of work for/with. I generally tend to feel 'delicate' the following day. Pity me. :( From here on in, I firmly believe that my life will be stress, stress and more stress, with a little stress on the side, right up until Christmas, when it will be all gravy (quite literally, in some cases!) This doesn't mean that I won't be around, just that I may be a little frazzled. Shay's new band will be booking shows as of this evening (he said hopefully) and on the road in January. The song writing bug continues to bite, and if anyone fancies scribbling down a song together then let me know. I have openings on the collaboration front now, don't I? Hmm? Hmm?! Yeah, you - you know who I'm talking to... :P I finally got around to watching Guardians of the Galaxy and Pacific Rim. Guardians just flat-out pwns, with great CGI, good action sequences and zingy, campy dialogue. Dave Bautista deapanning Drax the Destroyer is very entertaining. Pacifc Rim is terrible, but terrible in the brilliant way that all kaiju movies should be. Alas, no sexy robots, but you can't have everything! I believe I promised you all heavily tattooed women and cricket references, BUT! I have something even better. That's right peoples, brace yourself for: BREAD'S SOLID FUEL REVIEWZ!!1!!!1l0lNo.1 of ∞: Molacite
Regularly sized processed anthracite briquettes. They light easily and burn right through, but produce quite a lot of ash. Hotter than a motherfucker, but not a particularly slow burn, so don't expect the firebox of your archaic lump of cast iron to keep in for a whole day. Reasonably priced when bought in bulk, and suitable for smoke control zones. I like the mole chewing an ear of corn. And his little hat. 7.5/10 Number 1 in an extremely irregular series: I suppose it's all a continuation of our current obsession of projecting this perfect life to the outside world. Like everyone has their dream job, is married to someone hot, has sex 8 times a week, cooks gourmet shit from scratch every night and then takes in a little light opera. Fucking hell, I figure I'm doing well when I peel myself away from Netflix for an evening. Or, as Killer Mike put it: Apart from the redundant you (which is the fault of the caption guy, not Mr Killer) that seems sensible enough. Life's too short to waste drinking Carling [/beersnob]. I had a little jolly down to Falmouth on Saturday - the location of my stag do and regular beer festivals. The boss had to work for the day in Truro and so, in the interest of showing solidarity, me and a mate sat in a gaming bar, got drunk and played Super Bomberman and NBA Jam. Because that helps, right? More towns and cities need places like the (incorrectly named) 8-Bit Bar. Not only is it stocked full of geeky thrills, they also had good local beers and a couple of very prett-err, I mean helpful barmaids. I need to find more time to game with friends. Okay, so it's not exactly going to save the world, but it's better than watching RuPaul's Drag Race on Netflix... I actually have game-stuff to report too! Shay has recruited the decayed form of Ava Ayling into the new band. Once the ancient spirits of Evil get hold of her, she'll be right as rain! I need a band banner, and advice on a good Modern Rock chain. Two more members TBC dreckly. EXCITEBIKE!! Shay will be learning to play drums, and taking over on the horror-themed tip from V. So far I have vague ideas for songs such as:
Hopefully (and this may be beyond my meagre skills) the songs will not just be gorefests, but also metaphors for RL/Popmundo stuff like our obsession with celebrity, addiction, homelessness and whatnot.
Or maybe just gorefests. :P Tomorrow I go to pick up my two-careful-owners Smart Roadster Brabus. Only 7 years old! Oh, I know - the motherfucking glamour, huh? However, I am absurdly excited, as my cars to date have always been fairly hum-drum hand-me-downs from various family members. I'm also going to buy a guitar. Mid-life crisis at 37, I reckon. I figured that I've already done the going bald and getting fat part, so... Okay, I'll stop boring you with my bullshit. Cricket references and HTWs next time, I promise. For now though, I have episodes of Drag Race to watch! It's been a while, as Stain'd once famously said (I considered linking you to the video, but I'm not that cruel...)
Annnnnnnnnnnnnyway, there's not much to report beyond what you can read in Shay's blogs. Vera is, at this point, a waste of good virtual oxygen. I'm going to have a go at the ode to Banjolina thing when I get a bit of time and inspiration. I already have the tone of the piece mapped out in my head, just need to put some flesh on the bones. Other than that, Shay could use some more people to talk to, so I shall try to put him about a bit more. Football season has started, and I'm already bored with it. I just cannot work up the energy to really care about Argyle at the moment, as another season of pootling along in mid-table of the bottom division looms. Maybe I'll start doing something more constructive with my weekends, like alphabetising my books by genre. I realise that this post is very dull, and really just filler, mixed with padding. I shall try to to do better in future - perhaps by posting lots of swivel-eyed rants? What's that? Rice already has that one covered*? Oh well, manface skanks with bolt-on tits it is then! :) * You know I love you really, you big moaner The other day I posted someone a 2000 character PM. Well, nearly - I think I had about 8 characters left on the limit. Proof, if proof is needed, that I talk too much! In fairness, Shay only really did two things and said one line of dialogue; the rest of it was fleshing out the scene/off topic whittering [delete as applicable]. Perhaps I should interview for Test Match Special; I'd be great at talking about cake, and birds, and hanging baskets, and passing buses rather than just dealing with the cricket. :D It's the Boss' birthday today. It was twitchy bum time for a bit as to whether her prezzie would turn up in time - the perils of being a disorganised fuck, I suppose. This tends to filter through all aspects of my home life (I'm surprisingly together at work) which means that V and Shay are still to pull their thumbs out of their bums and get back on the road. Other than that, I don't think there's any real in-game news to report. I am currently being slightly intrigued by this image that has worked its way onto my FB feed: Why is 50 Cent doing a camp double-teapot? Why is Remy Ma wearing day-glo briefs over her jeans? Is it some sort of superhero thing? Who is going to look into the camera viewfinder that is pointed straight up? Is it for a giant cameraman, or are these miniature versions of everyone's favourite mumbling oaf and attempted murderess? So may questions... England's defeat last night means that the majority of pre-tournament predictions that we wouldn't get out of the group stage should prove to be true. It's actually been interesting to see a tournament lead-up without images of Stevie G leering from the front pages of the tabloids alongside the words "WE CAN WIN THIS!" reaching saturation point. Yeah, there was some tub-thumping in the lead up, and there'll be some moping and reactionary nonsense about sacking the lot of 'em today, but unreasonable optimism beforehand and end-of-the-world disappointment after defeats are a part of football. I wanted England to win, but I'm not a slavering fan by any means. My slightly detached view is therefore that we've lost two close games by the odd goal. We are what we are - a top 15-20 side with a bunch of decent pros, no world class player, and Phil Jagielka. I few of my celtic friends and family are enjoying themselves, but it's all good fun. Opportunities to sneer at Scottish, Welsh and Irish defeat come around so much more often but I don't bother - I think the fact that I don't actually give a toss infuriates them even more. Okay, I have a wife to attend to, so I'll leave you with an image from the first decent FB page recommendation I've had in forever, the extraordinarily cute Liz Katz: And a track from the new(ish) Glitch Mob album Love Death Immortality, which has been improving my productivity at work no end. They've come a long way from being the glitch-hop group I fell in love with back in 2008. Their new album is more a collection of festival crowdpleasers than their more introspective (and better) 2010 debut album. I'm not convinced the album is as good as some of the praise I've seen lavished upon it, or as bad as Sputnik Music made out - then again, rules for Sputnik reviews seem to be 'if anyone has ever heard of them they must be rubbish' - but it's a solid 3/3.5* effort. The first single Can't Kill Us is closer to the sound they had when I first got into them and is maybe my favourite track on the album, but I think I'll annoy you all with something a bit more hectic: So, in Hip Hop parlance, shit got hectic for a bit there, as work went (even) crazy(ier) and I had to get stuff done for my dad's 60th birthday party. Everything came together reasonably well though, and this week should be a bit easier. Not much to report on the Popmundo front. Shay is currently at his new gaff with Océ, gettin' snuggly. It looks like he'll be going to Madi's Hen party dressed as a bearded lady. And, most importantly, one of my all time favourite Popo-nutters - Δlanna - returned from her coma. Let's hope it lasts as she's a great character. :)
I was 'working' from home on Monday and Tuesday, and mostly catching up on news and tumblr, for a heady mix of informed comment and ranting loons. One thing that's got my goat is the recent kerfuffle about Belle Knox, the Duke student and pornstar who was outed by one of her wonderful classmates, leading to threats of physical and sexual violence. In fairness, there's every chance the guy who outed her didn't think it would come to that, because there's every chance that he never stopped to think at all. Now it's not difficult to argue that if you make pornography while you hang out with large groups of young, perpetually horny people, there's every chance that your secret is going to come out, but that's not really the point here, is it? Let's be optimistic and assume that he's some kind of moralising busy-body, or just another troll fucking with people for the lulz, because it's pretty easy to extrapolate much less pleasant reasons as to why he was moved to blow her cover. But what's really annoyed me is the way that the bickering between both paid an unpaid commentators seems to go down the lines of: "Well she was gonna get found out anyway." "Yeah, but now she's getting threatened." "But she'd just parlaying that into media coverage." "But the media are portraying her as a terrible person." "But how can she make porn and call herself a feminist?" "But she chose to make those scenes." "But they perpetuate the idea of women as accessible sexual objects for men!" "But she says they make her feel empowered!" Maybe I'm too engrained in the BBC culture of 'balance', but I don't understand why people can't grasp how all those things can be true at the same time! I do believe that she genuinely enjoys that kind of sex because I know men and women who feel empowered by being sexually submissive. I believe she made her own choice to make the scenes she made but, like all of us (especially you young people *coughButterscough*) she's a product of a patriarchal society which sends out messages, every day and through every form of media, that to be a woman is to be a sexually available object (and yeah, I'm well aware that men are under similar pressures too, but not to the same degree; if this had happened to a guy he'd probably be getting free drinks, not death threats!) The problem is that people seem to want to boil arguments down to the binary so that they can a) not have to think too hard about difficult issues and b) bully people into telling them that they are right. It's like the situation in Ukraine; we have a section of the population that, having realised that Western governments might not be the even-handed purveyors of liberty and justice for all they purport to be, now believe that anyone who opposes them must be the good guys. Y'know, like that nice Mr Putin... The idea that this might be two groups of shady motherfuckers playing power games to the ultimate detriment of a smaller independent country just doesn't seem to compute. I guess this is because that means they would have to do things like consider opposing opinions, fact check their sources, and think about things in depth. Far easier to just post glib shit on social media. *sigh* It seems I've got a little carried away and done a proper teal deer, so I will stop here. I was going to post some pictures of heavily tattooed women, as these pages have been woefully short lately, but given my little feminist rant earlier, it seems wildly inappropriate. As for cricket references, well it's just too depressing. :( |
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