I sat at the desk for ages staring at the screen wondering what I'd write.
So I decided to do a short, enigmatic entry that doesn't actually say much at all.
Booyah.
So I decided to do a short, enigmatic entry that doesn't actually say much at all.
Booyah.
Just had your application to SGUK rejected?
Right, I've just gone through the list of pending applicants to SGUK and realised that I have been very lax about enforcing all the rules since I took over the group and there's just too many of you to keep letting things slide. I wanted to get a bunch of new people in, and try and be a bit more open but it simply isn't working. So if you just had your application rejected it might be because:
- You don't have a profile picture and a journal/blog
- You're not from the UK and haven't told me why you're applying
- You would seem to be a girl collector, or you're only a member of the sexy groups or I deem you to be in some other way weird.
- Any other reason I deem appropriate for I am whimsical and terrifying.
This isn't a permanent ban, just fix the problem and apply again. You'll still need to be vouched in of course.
Also, noend you silly sod, I was about to let you in but you've either cancelled your application or changed your name beause I can't find you anymore.
Right, I've just gone through the list of pending applicants to SGUK and realised that I have been very lax about enforcing all the rules since I took over the group and there's just too many of you to keep letting things slide. I wanted to get a bunch of new people in, and try and be a bit more open but it simply isn't working. So if you just had your application rejected it might be because:
- You don't have a profile picture and a journal/blog
- You're not from the UK and haven't told me why you're applying
- You would seem to be a girl collector, or you're only a member of the sexy groups or I deem you to be in some other way weird.
- Any other reason I deem appropriate for I am whimsical and terrifying.
This isn't a permanent ban, just fix the problem and apply again. You'll still need to be vouched in of course.
Also, noend you silly sod, I was about to let you in but you've either cancelled your application or changed your name beause I can't find you anymore.
Lesson for the day:
So apparently trying to explain to two 7-year-old white boys that yelling 'YES MY BLOOD! YES MY NIGGA!' to each other across a crowded library is wrong is really awkward. Especially when you're not sure whether they honestly don't know what they're doing or they're fucking with you. Who knew?
Yes ladies and gents, it's been a good long while, hasn't it? It's been pretty much the same old since the last update. I did, however, get to go see WWE at the O2 Dome. That was fun, it's amazing how it can make you feel like a 12-year-old kid again. Unfortunately I was silly enough to mention that I'd been to see the wrestling to a woman who comes into the library where I work to download lots and lots of pictures of Randy Orton. She once told me that she knew Randy was a bad man, but that he just needed some Jesus in his life and she could set him straight. Anyhow, I told her I'd gone to see them while they were in the UK and she just flipped her shit, started almost yelling how unfair it was that I had gotten to see them before she did and left the library after telling all the other staff how incredibly unfair it was that I'd gone to see the wrestling when she was a MUCH bigger fan and I'd gotten to see 'her Randy'. Hmm. So that was fun.
Also, I had a near-miss with the Bad Bus Man today as I was leaving work to go to a meeting. I was walking to the bus stop and could see him ahead of me on the street, he'd accosted someone and I could only hear snatches of conversation, but I'm pretty sure I heard the phrase 'Because I've got all these mental powers, y'know?' and damn near ran past him while his back was turned, throwing his victima sympathetic look. I didn't have any particular desire to get trapped in another conversation about how in the future we will all leave each other psychic answerphone messages with our brains because telepathy 'is the in thing with the kids these days'.
So apparently trying to explain to two 7-year-old white boys that yelling 'YES MY BLOOD! YES MY NIGGA!' to each other across a crowded library is wrong is really awkward. Especially when you're not sure whether they honestly don't know what they're doing or they're fucking with you. Who knew?
Yes ladies and gents, it's been a good long while, hasn't it? It's been pretty much the same old since the last update. I did, however, get to go see WWE at the O2 Dome. That was fun, it's amazing how it can make you feel like a 12-year-old kid again. Unfortunately I was silly enough to mention that I'd been to see the wrestling to a woman who comes into the library where I work to download lots and lots of pictures of Randy Orton. She once told me that she knew Randy was a bad man, but that he just needed some Jesus in his life and she could set him straight. Anyhow, I told her I'd gone to see them while they were in the UK and she just flipped her shit, started almost yelling how unfair it was that I had gotten to see them before she did and left the library after telling all the other staff how incredibly unfair it was that I'd gone to see the wrestling when she was a MUCH bigger fan and I'd gotten to see 'her Randy'. Hmm. So that was fun.
Also, I had a near-miss with the Bad Bus Man today as I was leaving work to go to a meeting. I was walking to the bus stop and could see him ahead of me on the street, he'd accosted someone and I could only hear snatches of conversation, but I'm pretty sure I heard the phrase 'Because I've got all these mental powers, y'know?' and damn near ran past him while his back was turned, throwing his victima sympathetic look. I didn't have any particular desire to get trapped in another conversation about how in the future we will all leave each other psychic answerphone messages with our brains because telepathy 'is the in thing with the kids these days'.
Things to do today
1. Tell someone off on the Internet for being a fucking idiot
2. Lemonparty half of SGUK
3. Finally beat Jets N Guns on Normal, damn that games hard
4. Do the washing
5. Do the shopping
6. Clean the bathroom
50% ain't all that bad.
P.S. you should probably go listen to my Muxtape and tell me how awesome my taste is.
1. Tell someone off on the Internet for being a fucking idiot
2. Lemonparty half of SGUK
3. Finally beat Jets N Guns on Normal, damn that games hard
4. Do the washing
5. Do the shopping
6. Clean the bathroom
50% ain't all that bad.
P.S. you should probably go listen to my Muxtape and tell me how awesome my taste is.
Big Poppa Creamy's Audio Goodness - The Stunning Return
Yes folks, once more I choose to descend down from the mountains of my own impeccable taste to tell you all that you are lesser people than I because you don't listen to music as good as this.
To download, click here and then right-click and 'save target as' on 'creamysmix.zip'. I don't know how you Mac people would do it, but then it's not like you're real people as such.
Social Distortion - Don't take Me For granted
Bit of a personal classic first off. I've always thought Social Distortion were an anomaly in that the lead singer quit the drugs, got cleaned up and then still made good music. This is off an album that's better than it has any right to be considering Rock and Roll's history of such people, Sex, Love and Rock and Roll. Don't Take Me For Granted is a powerful song that sets off little bombs of fist-waving nostalgia in my mind, even though the lyrics themselves contain no shared experience with my life, and Mike Ness's voice positively cracks under the weight of all the miles he's travelled and all the things he's seen. And they're STILL one of the best live bands I've ever seen.
The Loved Ones - Louisiana
I, well, loved the first Loved Ones album. I'm on the fence as to whether to label it 'emo' at all, but it was heartfelt punk rock carried off with a fire that burned in your belly and made you want to throw your body around like a madman. A shame then that the second album, for the most part, seems to abandon one of their best qualities, submerging a lot of the band's passion and fire under overly-poppy production that saps the music of it's power. There's still a few songs that manage to shine through, however, especially when the production just sits back and lets the band do what they do best. Louisiana is a simple song about simple folk, but it's all in the delivery. The last refrain in particular makes me want to punch a wall in excitement.
Tim Minchin - Rock n Roll Nerd
Bit of a shift in tone for the last song. As someone who makes music an important part of his life and gleefully embraces all aspects of his incredibly nerdery, this one strikes a little close to home. Won't say much to spoil it, you'll pick up the gist soon enough.
Yes folks, once more I choose to descend down from the mountains of my own impeccable taste to tell you all that you are lesser people than I because you don't listen to music as good as this.
To download, click here and then right-click and 'save target as' on 'creamysmix.zip'. I don't know how you Mac people would do it, but then it's not like you're real people as such.
Social Distortion - Don't take Me For granted
Bit of a personal classic first off. I've always thought Social Distortion were an anomaly in that the lead singer quit the drugs, got cleaned up and then still made good music. This is off an album that's better than it has any right to be considering Rock and Roll's history of such people, Sex, Love and Rock and Roll. Don't Take Me For Granted is a powerful song that sets off little bombs of fist-waving nostalgia in my mind, even though the lyrics themselves contain no shared experience with my life, and Mike Ness's voice positively cracks under the weight of all the miles he's travelled and all the things he's seen. And they're STILL one of the best live bands I've ever seen.
The Loved Ones - Louisiana
I, well, loved the first Loved Ones album. I'm on the fence as to whether to label it 'emo' at all, but it was heartfelt punk rock carried off with a fire that burned in your belly and made you want to throw your body around like a madman. A shame then that the second album, for the most part, seems to abandon one of their best qualities, submerging a lot of the band's passion and fire under overly-poppy production that saps the music of it's power. There's still a few songs that manage to shine through, however, especially when the production just sits back and lets the band do what they do best. Louisiana is a simple song about simple folk, but it's all in the delivery. The last refrain in particular makes me want to punch a wall in excitement.
Tim Minchin - Rock n Roll Nerd
Bit of a shift in tone for the last song. As someone who makes music an important part of his life and gleefully embraces all aspects of his incredibly nerdery, this one strikes a little close to home. Won't say much to spoil it, you'll pick up the gist soon enough.
Have you just had your application to SGUK rejected?
Well fear not. It's not because there's anything horribly wrong with you (that I know of). Check my last journal entry for more details. You can see it by clicking the little arrow pointing left just up here ^^^ Go ahead, read that, I'll wait. If you still have questions, then just ask.
As for the rest of you, there's a special treat for you
Why Professional Wrestling is Awesome - Batshit Insane Japanese Edition
I've admitted in the past that I like pro wrestling. I'm not ashamed of this, because sometimes it's just freaking awesome. Take Japan for example. Professional Wrestling over there is Serious Business. The matches are still treated as serious sporting events (even though they know they're not, the cognitive dissonance is amazing), the pro wrestlers are treated as the greatest of sports stars, and great emphasis is placed on skill, like being able to get the absolute dogshit beaten out of you, or being incredibly athletic, like this guy right here (bonus points for the wacky Japanese cover of Fallout Boy with extra Engrish and Tony, if you're reading this, this guy is better than the midgets)
That shit is just mind-bending.
However, not everyone in Japan takes everything so seriously. For instance there's the company called DDT. One of their championship belts has in the past been held by a small dog, the cameraman, a female news presenter, various minor celebrities, a stuffed Hello Kitty doll, a monkey called Yatchan, and a ladder (3-time champion). To see the ladder defending it's title ina hard-fought Battle Royale, click here. The title's also been held by this terrifying powerhouse, President Ramu:
Then there's the Wrestling company called HUSTLE. HUSTLE might be one of my favourite things ever. Imagine a cross between Pro Wrestling and Power Rangers. First of all here's some highlights:
And last of all, if you only watch one video in this post, watch this one. No explanations are really necessary, and if this doesn't make you giggle with glee, it's entirely possible you don't actually have a soul, and are some kind of hideous, soulless husk.
You know, this guy must wake up and think 'Today I'm going to shoot invisible laser beams at magical princesses with my finger, accidentally kill a cameraman and wear a kick-ass robot suit that explodes when people kick me. And I'm getting PAID for it? Holy SHIT my life rules'
Well fear not. It's not because there's anything horribly wrong with you (that I know of). Check my last journal entry for more details. You can see it by clicking the little arrow pointing left just up here ^^^ Go ahead, read that, I'll wait. If you still have questions, then just ask.
As for the rest of you, there's a special treat for you
Why Professional Wrestling is Awesome - Batshit Insane Japanese Edition
I've admitted in the past that I like pro wrestling. I'm not ashamed of this, because sometimes it's just freaking awesome. Take Japan for example. Professional Wrestling over there is Serious Business. The matches are still treated as serious sporting events (even though they know they're not, the cognitive dissonance is amazing), the pro wrestlers are treated as the greatest of sports stars, and great emphasis is placed on skill, like being able to get the absolute dogshit beaten out of you, or being incredibly athletic, like this guy right here (bonus points for the wacky Japanese cover of Fallout Boy with extra Engrish and Tony, if you're reading this, this guy is better than the midgets)
That shit is just mind-bending.
However, not everyone in Japan takes everything so seriously. For instance there's the company called DDT. One of their championship belts has in the past been held by a small dog, the cameraman, a female news presenter, various minor celebrities, a stuffed Hello Kitty doll, a monkey called Yatchan, and a ladder (3-time champion). To see the ladder defending it's title ina hard-fought Battle Royale, click here. The title's also been held by this terrifying powerhouse, President Ramu:
Then there's the Wrestling company called HUSTLE. HUSTLE might be one of my favourite things ever. Imagine a cross between Pro Wrestling and Power Rangers. First of all here's some highlights:
And last of all, if you only watch one video in this post, watch this one. No explanations are really necessary, and if this doesn't make you giggle with glee, it's entirely possible you don't actually have a soul, and are some kind of hideous, soulless husk.
You know, this guy must wake up and think 'Today I'm going to shoot invisible laser beams at magical princesses with my finger, accidentally kill a cameraman and wear a kick-ass robot suit that explodes when people kick me. And I'm getting PAID for it? Holy SHIT my life rules'
Have you just had your application to SGUK rejected?
Well fear not. It's not because there's anything horribly wrong with you (that I know of). The list of applicants to SGUK has become larger and more unwieldy than my genitals. This, somewhat paradoxically, has made it more difficult to vouch people in as it has become harder to find people they want to vouch in from the huge list. As such, I am emptying the vouch list to start again by rejecting everyone's application.
Does this mean I can't join?
Not at all, simply reapply to join SGUK and you'll be automatically added to the next vouch thread. You can do this straight away if you want.
Then what's the point of doing this?
This is just to weed out those people on the vouch list who aren't really active on the site, clicked the apply button on a whim but aren't interested in joining or the plain bone idle. This will make it easier for people who want to take part in the social side of the site to join SGUK and start attending meets and meeting people from the site.
I still have a question!
Then by all means leave a comment or send me a message and I shall endeavour to reply as soon as possible.
Well fear not. It's not because there's anything horribly wrong with you (that I know of). The list of applicants to SGUK has become larger and more unwieldy than my genitals. This, somewhat paradoxically, has made it more difficult to vouch people in as it has become harder to find people they want to vouch in from the huge list. As such, I am emptying the vouch list to start again by rejecting everyone's application.
Does this mean I can't join?
Not at all, simply reapply to join SGUK and you'll be automatically added to the next vouch thread. You can do this straight away if you want.
Then what's the point of doing this?
This is just to weed out those people on the vouch list who aren't really active on the site, clicked the apply button on a whim but aren't interested in joining or the plain bone idle. This will make it easier for people who want to take part in the social side of the site to join SGUK and start attending meets and meeting people from the site.
I still have a question!
Then by all means leave a comment or send me a message and I shall endeavour to reply as soon as possible.
Well well well kiddies, it's been a long long while since I did the whole 'write a journal saying what you've been up to' thing. Let me see if I can remember how.
I suppose the biggest thing is I'm now 27. 27. Christ. Roll that number around in your mouth a bit and let it simmer. It's ok though, I'm still mid-twenties because it's closer to 25 than it is 30 and I'll cut anyone who argues otherwise. I had a grand old time for my birthday, myself and Fanny gathered the usual throng, this time to go here for jazz, fedoras and cocktails. It's a shame no decent pictures turned up, because I looked fucking dapper as fuck. A grand time was had by all, the place was awesome, I got nicely sozzled, people bought me lovely presents, Cakemix got me a special birthday card (
) and I can really think of no better way to celebrate another year on this earth than in the company of such a bunch of magnificent bastards as you all (well the ones who were there, anyway). Seriously, the fact that so many of you came out for it touches me on a slightly naughty level.
Also, Moira has made me aware how very remiss I am for not mentioning my recent sojourn to Brighton. It was lovely, I got thoroughly sozzled on Aspells Cider (which Caramel still doesn't believe I actually like) and Jack Daniels, celebrated the birthday of one Midwinter, saw the usual Brighton posse (yeah bitch, I have a posse, Big Poppa Creamy rolls 5 deep biznatch) and thoroughly disgusted many eavesdroppers by discussing some of the horrors of the Internet and custom-made scat videos with Moira. It was good times.
Other than that, things continue as normal. Teenagers continue to honk my name like mildly retarded seals as if it were some magical talisman capable of dispelling acne and idiocy at work, Adam does much the same at home (only with better skin) and I need to figure out how best to make time to watch my friends take all their clothes off come April (I think). Other than that, I hope to be seeing a bunch of you in a couple of weeks in London, and then come March in Birmingham. Look after yourselves
P.S. I'm with Anonymous. You should be too.
I suppose the biggest thing is I'm now 27. 27. Christ. Roll that number around in your mouth a bit and let it simmer. It's ok though, I'm still mid-twenties because it's closer to 25 than it is 30 and I'll cut anyone who argues otherwise. I had a grand old time for my birthday, myself and Fanny gathered the usual throng, this time to go here for jazz, fedoras and cocktails. It's a shame no decent pictures turned up, because I looked fucking dapper as fuck. A grand time was had by all, the place was awesome, I got nicely sozzled, people bought me lovely presents, Cakemix got me a special birthday card (
) and I can really think of no better way to celebrate another year on this earth than in the company of such a bunch of magnificent bastards as you all (well the ones who were there, anyway). Seriously, the fact that so many of you came out for it touches me on a slightly naughty level.Also, Moira has made me aware how very remiss I am for not mentioning my recent sojourn to Brighton. It was lovely, I got thoroughly sozzled on Aspells Cider (which Caramel still doesn't believe I actually like) and Jack Daniels, celebrated the birthday of one Midwinter, saw the usual Brighton posse (yeah bitch, I have a posse, Big Poppa Creamy rolls 5 deep biznatch) and thoroughly disgusted many eavesdroppers by discussing some of the horrors of the Internet and custom-made scat videos with Moira. It was good times.
Other than that, things continue as normal. Teenagers continue to honk my name like mildly retarded seals as if it were some magical talisman capable of dispelling acne and idiocy at work, Adam does much the same at home (only with better skin) and I need to figure out how best to make time to watch my friends take all their clothes off come April (I think). Other than that, I hope to be seeing a bunch of you in a couple of weeks in London, and then come March in Birmingham. Look after yourselves
P.S. I'm with Anonymous. You should be too.
Oh God I feel abysmal. Someone please act up in SGUK so I can zot the crap out of them. On the plus side though I can smell bacon and I'm watching peoploe hurt themselves horribly in Takeshis Castle. Things could be worse. Right then, see some of you later. Remember to heap me with your praise, gifts and adulation.
