zero magazine employs idiots.

The winner of today's "research, asshat!" award is Zero magazine for their October 2005 issue. [see, import, so hence the delay in my grubby paws picking it up] I'm not sure if there are other really amusing errors, and I imagine that there might be, but they show that you can make fools of yourself very early in your magazine's life. Oh, yes.

See, there's an interview/article on My Chemical Romance specifically Bob, the drummer. Bob the drummer who isn't pictured on the CDs cuz he's a relatively new addition to the band, replacing drummer #1, Matt. Much of the article waxes poetic about the change over, and there are some pictures of the band from the Matt era. Upon closer inspection I realized there wasn't even a solo one of Bob. So I looked at the pictures trying to find the one that identifies the members of the band, wondering if someone forgot to, I dunno, look up who they were talking about. Sure enough, second page of the article, there's another group photo and Matt is misidentified as Bob, and about this time I snorted some Pepsi in a very unladylike fashion.

Guys. Pick up a copy of one of the CDs. I know for a fact Three Cheers tells you the pissed off dude? That'd be Matt. Bob? He'd be the other guy in all the videos. If that's too much work, use the magical internet and randomly find a MCR site. Bingo. Bob.

G'ah. Brother and his girlfriend are going at it again. God, if you're there, much as I miss the widget, I do not need another one to 'replace' him until his crazy ass mother comes 'round. If the boy and this girl breed, there will be a sucking void where the brain should be. I can't take that.

... damn it, now I miss Widget.

you say that I changed

One day I will re-read my camera's instruction booklet. But that means finding it first. Anyway. The small little pinky army's pictures finally got uploaded. Don't worry, so far the love is there, but not in freakish scary collector amounts. Well, that's what I'm telling myself, anyway. Let's be honest, no one really believes me.




Behold, the power of pissed off pink!
PK011A, PK012, and the postpet duo.

( i'll never let you go )

You know what this means, right? Yes. New icon!

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...motherfuck! After spending the last five days trying to get Amazon to hand over a certain someone's wishlist, it finally did, and the list is very, very short. It is also incredibly expensive! There are only two items less than $40 and one of them I cannot buy from zee amazon.

On the other hand, this is the person who always gets shortchanged for birthdays and holidays, so I'll bite the bullet. Maybe.

Attention! This is the second call for wishlists and crap. Sometime over the weekend I'll start peeking at the various cards I might decide to send this holiday season, so if you want one, again, whore out the addresses, kay?

and if you ponder what I desire, well, again, this weekend will probably bring answers.

I do know one present I'm getting for Christmas, besides Raphia from me [whenever she's actually released]. The Charmed official companion book thingie. The Book of Three, or whatever it's called. I know because Mumsy bought a B&N membership card, partly due to the fact that I end up spending $20 there every other month, whenever I want an import magazine that BooksAMillion feels no need to admit they carry. I swear, everytime they say, "I'm sorry, we do not carry that magazine" I want to haul out the last few issues I've bought, some very recently, and say, "Then what's this? Gasp! Is that your store's sticker on it? Ohmylord, it is! This must be the ghost magazine!" G'ah.

You know what else is fun? Feeling fine one minute and then thinking I'm gonna throw up the next. Bah.

I should go curl up in my bed now.