Foulness, Essex Superthread

[Axver]

I have no idea as to how you and Impy's musical tastes mesh or clash...?

Huh. Coldplay?

Oh, he's Mr Indie. Now ask yourself: if you put Axver and Mr Indie in a room and told them to compile a mutually agreeable DI playlist, do you think that after a week, there would be any more than ten minutes of music on it?

Not Coldplay. None of them looked like unqualified barbers.

Dude, all we have to do is LOOK AT YOUR POST COUNT.

That's ... an anomaly.

 

[The Sad Punk]

Ooh, you'll go to that much effort?

... or is drawing by hand actually easier than fighting with MS Paint?


You were there! 63 posts. You were the one who helped to finish it in the wee hours of the morning. I remember observing that if we kept going at the rate we had been maintaining, I would likely break the record, and you egged me on. IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT! I AM NOT REALLY A POSTWHORE! : passes buck :

Oh, you. It's not the drawing that bothers me, it's the fact that I'll probably have to colour it in Photoshop that does! Unless I go watercolour, but I'm a little out of practice in that regard. I'm getting some new coloured inks for Christmas, though.

Oohh, it was that thread! Yeah, that was a good one. You are such a postwhore.

 

[Axver]

Worth a shot, although Interference is being very sluggish for me.

Threaten it with wushu.

My computer was once being sluggish and I death growled at it. It stopped being sluggish!

Now all of you can enjoy the mental image of me death growling at a computer. RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I'm not sure I can stay awake that long... although an hour ago I was thinking I wouldn't be up another hour, ha.

It's your birthday. Live large!

 

[Alisaura]

Oh, he's Mr Indie. Now ask yourself: if you put Axver and Mr Indie in a room and told them to compile a mutually agreeable DI playlist, do you think that after a week, there would be any more than ten minutes of music on it?

I don't honestly know what to call "indy", or what it's supposed to be. It seems a catch-all kinda genre.

That's ... an anomaly.

You're certainly an anomaly in the forum's top posters list...!

 

[The Sad Punk]

Everyone have a drink for Ali! Even if it's just orange juice or an iced coffee.

 

[Alisaura]

Oh, you. It's not the drawing that bothers me, it's the fact that I'll probably have to colour it in Photoshop that does! Unless I go watercolour, but I'm a little out of practice in that regard. I'm getting some new coloured inks for Christmas, though.

Art supplies ...

 

[The Sad Punk]

I don't honestly know what to call "indy", or what it's supposed to be. It seems a catch-all kinda genre.

It loosely translates to "pretentious", if that helps.

 

[The Sad Punk]

Art supplies ...

I'm also getting some oils. I've only painted with them like once or twice before so I can't wait to test them out.

 

[major_panic]

Speaking of Coldplay, I actually went and rearranged the tracklist to Viva La Vida so it flows nicely.

Yeah, I was really, really, really bored that day. Also, the tracklist was annoying me no end with its mood swings, although I guess it IS Chris Martin.

 

[Alisaura]

Threaten it with wushu.

My computer was once being sluggish and I death growled at it. It stopped being sluggish!

Now all of you can enjoy the mental image of me death growling at a computer. RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

It's your birthday. Live large!

Anyone else would be passed out or throwing up if their 30th b'day fell on a Friday. Me, I'm into the baileys and posting on the internet.

I say again,

 

[The Sad Punk]

Speaking of Coldplay, I actually went and rearranged the tracklist to Viva La Vida so it flows nicely.

Yeah, I was really, really, really bored that day. Also, the tracklist was annoying me no end with its mood swings, although I guess it IS Chris Martin.

Nice job! Another day when you're bored you could destroy all evidence of you ever listening to Coldplay willingly.

 

[major_panic]

I don't honestly know what to call "indy", or what it's supposed to be. It seems a catch-all kinda genre.

Indy:

 

[The Sad Punk]

Anyone else would be passed out or throwing up if their 30th b'day fell on a Friday. Me, I'm into the baileys and posting on the internet.

I say again,

Baileys?

Nobody wants to be passed out or throwing up, so you're doing extra good.

 

[Axver]

Anyone else would be passed out or throwing up if their 30th b'day fell on a Friday. Me, I'm into the baileys and posting on the internet.

I say again,

Not to worry - most uni students, on the evening they finish for the year, get blind drunk at a pub.

I did get reasonably drunk, in fact I drank the most I have ever had in a single night (13 glasses of wine), but I did it on the Intarwebz! Nerdism for the (really really sad?) SuperWin.

 

[Alisaura]

It loosely translates to "pretentious", if that helps.

So it's the same as prog and shoegaze?



I have a feeling that, if I post the lyrics to this song, Ax will implode.

 

[Axver]

Oh, you. It's not the drawing that bothers me, it's the fact that I'll probably have to colour it in Photoshop that does! Unless I go watercolour, but I'm a little out of practice in that regard. I'm getting some new coloured inks for Christmas, though.

Oohh, it was that thread! Yeah, that was a good one. You are such a postwhore.

I truly don't know how you draw anything of quality with MS Paint.

Yes, that was a crazy thread. I still blame you.

Everyone have a drink for Ali! Even if it's just orange juice or an iced coffee.

Yeah, this sounds like a good idea. I'll drink some orange juice for Ali. I hope she feels honoured.

 

[Alisaura]

I'm also getting some oils. I've only painted with them like once or twice before so I can't wait to test them out.

Oooh. I played with oils when I was doing art classes when I was at school... well, it was on weekends, but I was school-age at the time. You know what I mean.

I think I preferred watercolours... but maybe I was just scared of the oils being so BOLD and DEFINITE.

 

[The Sad Punk]

So it's the same as prog and shoegaze?

The first one, yes. The second one... yes, but who cares?

 

[Axver]

So it's the same as prog and shoegaze?



I have a feeling that, if I post the lyrics to this song, Ax will implode.

No, no, prog translates to extended wankery, and shoegaze translates to shitty music made by floppy-haired Englishmen playing swirly guitars as they stare at their shoes and make the sounds of dying elephants.

And I'm suddenly curious about these lyrics.

 

[The Sad Punk]

I truly don't know how you draw anything of quality with MS Paint.

Yes, that was a crazy thread. I still blame you.



Yeah, this sounds like a good idea. I'll drink some orange juice for Ali. I hope she feels honoured.

I'm not sure how I did with the mouse I used to have! But on Sunday I came back home and there was a brand new wireless mouse and keyboard that my brother picked up on the weekend. Hooray! Maybe I won't be so frustrated by it anymore.

Okay!

I hope she does too. I'm even going to get a beer. 'Tis Friday, after all. But after that, I go. Gotta be somewhere in the morning.

 

[major_panic]

So it's the same as prog and shoegaze?



I have a feeling that, if I post the lyrics to this song, Ax will implode.

Yes, it is worth trying to find out what happens.

 

[Alisaura]

Speaking of Coldplay, I actually went and rearranged the tracklist to Viva La Vida so it flows nicely.

Yeah, I was really, really, really bored that day. Also, the tracklist was annoying me no end with its mood swings, although I guess it IS Chris Martin.

Still haven't heard it... no desire too either, if the fragments I've heard are any indication.

 

[Alisaura]

Indy:

Win!

 

[Alisaura]

Baileys?

Nobody wants to be passed out or throwing up, so you're doing extra good.

Woot!

 

[Alisaura]

Not to worry - most uni students, on the evening they finish for the year, get blind drunk at a pub.

I did get reasonably drunk, in fact I drank the most I have ever had in a single night (13 glasses of wine), but I did it on the Intarwebz! Nerdism for the (really really sad?) SuperWin.

No grungy cheese effects?

 

[Alisaura]

Yeah, this sounds like a good idea. I'll drink some orange juice for Ali. I hope she feels honoured.

And Bonnie's MS Paint skillz FTW.

 

[Axver]

I'm not sure how I did with the mouse I used to have! But on Sunday I came back home and there was a brand new wireless mouse and keyboard that my brother picked up on the weekend. Hooray! Maybe I won't be so frustrated by it anymore.

Okay!

I hope she does too. I'm even going to get a beer. 'Tis Friday, after all. But after that, I go. Gotta be somewhere in the morning.

Ooh, that's awesome. And reminds me that I need to track down a good new keyboard. All the ones at Dick Smith when I last checked sucked. Perhaps because it was Dick Smith.

I'd join you in consuming alcohol, but last night was more than enough wine. I even had the traces of a hangover this morning.

 

[Alisaura]

The first one, yes. The second one... yes, but who cares?

Who indeed

 

[Axver]

No grungy cheese effects?

I stayed well away from cheese, grungy or otherwise, and stuck with rum 'n' raisin chocolate.

 

[Alisaura]

No, no, prog translates to extended wankery, and shoegaze translates to shitty music made by floppy-haired Englishmen playing swirly guitars as they stare at their shoes and make the sounds of dying elephants.

And I'm suddenly curious about these lyrics.

I know you like shoegaze, I've seen you say it.

Do dying elephants sound better than presumably healthy whales?


and here you go:

Sit back, no song is written
It’s nothing you thought of Yourself
It’s just a ghost, came unbidden
To this house

This infection gets stronger every year
This seed in the water of your tear
There is no escaping it

This seed in the water of your tear
The way an unborn baby’s ear
Unfolds in your belly

This infection gets stronger every year
This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek
And there is no escaping it

There is no escaping
The thing that is making
It's home in your radio

Bless this tiny alley
we have fallen from tall buildings
we have fallen through the air
Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest
Sleeping flowers now they sit under the sidewalk
Now they’re waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us
All that is your beauty
Oh and all that brings you pleasure
I could sigh into your hide
And say I hope I’m here forever
But Black Sheep Boy with your lovers
With your list of favorite pillows
with your list of missing children
With the wall where you drew windows
Overlooking hidden gardens
Cut apart by jagged mountains
Climbing up into the air
And crumbling down into a fountain
Where the water waits forever
Like a quiet distant treasure
When you rise up to recover
When you leave this tiny alley
When you meet me in the garden
With your horns all hung with cedar
Every spirit brushing past me
Brushing past them in the ether
Scream all this is window dressing
All you are is flimsy curtains
Watch you flame up with a word from us
And won’t know that you’re Burning!
Burning
Burning!

(There's no escaping
The thing that is making
It's home in your radio

There's no escaping
The thing that is making
It's home in your radio)