Serious business. Go to this website and do what it says.
Basically, IRMA, the Irish Recorded Music Association, is looking to censor certain sites for Eircom customers.
Also if you don't think this important, I don't want any of you frogs hangin around anyway, go get boiled elsewhere. The Scamp. Does. Ethics. Yeeaah.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
GaGa is stupid and so is LOVE
I just read an article about Lady GaGa in the Style supplement of The Sunday Times. She's a dope, seriously. And what's even more annoying is the way these magazines try to make idols of these idiots.
Which brings me onto LOVE magazine, published by Conde Naste, the first of which came out this month. I should have known what I was in for when the the little subtitle was ''fashion and fame''. My goodness, where to start? Icons of our generation? Kelly Brook? Pixie Geldof? Georgia May Jagger? What?
LOVE is a joke, it's main aim is feeding the egos of the fame-hungry hipsters. Beth Ditto gracing the cover is proof of that, in what way exactly is she an icon of our generation? With one alright album from The Gossip a couple of years ago she's managed to sustain herself by being a fat lesbian. Ah yes, how unique you are Ditto.
Along with that many of the 'icons' that LOVE 'loves to love' are fashion models. Two features alone are dedicated to pictures of models, not even for the sake of telling a story or showcasing the talents of designers, just them. How sad is it that a magazine claiming to be at least partly about fashion, looks at the pretty face wearing the dress rather than the talent responsible for it?
I shall be sticking to Vogue from now on, at least when glorifying people, it's usually the talented that they're after. Along with that, I'm still reeling from last December. Swoon.
''it's quite refreshing to meet a pop star who says things like, ''In this time of recession, people love this hair - it's so nostalgic!'' when demanding a James Dean quiff; or deadpanning, ''I don't get body anxiety - I don't eat,'' as she prances naked around the studio.''Ruby Warrington should be ashamed of herself frankly. Cop on like. GaGa has the worst dress sense any of us has seen in a long time, and naming her as an overnight icon is just spurring on this bad taste, letting it grow into something worldwide.
Which brings me onto LOVE magazine, published by Conde Naste, the first of which came out this month. I should have known what I was in for when the the little subtitle was ''fashion and fame''. My goodness, where to start? Icons of our generation? Kelly Brook? Pixie Geldof? Georgia May Jagger? What?
LOVE is a joke, it's main aim is feeding the egos of the fame-hungry hipsters. Beth Ditto gracing the cover is proof of that, in what way exactly is she an icon of our generation? With one alright album from The Gossip a couple of years ago she's managed to sustain herself by being a fat lesbian. Ah yes, how unique you are Ditto.
Along with that many of the 'icons' that LOVE 'loves to love' are fashion models. Two features alone are dedicated to pictures of models, not even for the sake of telling a story or showcasing the talents of designers, just them. How sad is it that a magazine claiming to be at least partly about fashion, looks at the pretty face wearing the dress rather than the talent responsible for it?
I shall be sticking to Vogue from now on, at least when glorifying people, it's usually the talented that they're after. Along with that, I'm still reeling from last December. Swoon.
Friday, February 27, 2009
dogs...
...are hilarious. I just saw two of my boy dogs fornicating in the back garden.
I was accused of being crude today. I believe not, I find crudeness is so unbecoming in a young lady.
I'm so booored right now. It's Friday, I wish I had thought to go shopping earlier than quarter to nine. Everyone is doing something, I mean everyone. Don't think of me as that much of a loser, even if I do.
Alas, Remi Gaillard has been keeping me entertained on this uneventful night, he is excellent.
I was accused of being crude today. I believe not, I find crudeness is so unbecoming in a young lady.
I'm so booored right now. It's Friday, I wish I had thought to go shopping earlier than quarter to nine. Everyone is doing something, I mean everyone. Don't think of me as that much of a loser, even if I do.
Alas, Remi Gaillard has been keeping me entertained on this uneventful night, he is excellent.
Friday, February 6, 2009
The Excorcism of The Happy-Go-Lucky Scamp 2
THAT FUCKER TRIED TO FUCKING EXORCISE ME FOR REAL...
No joke, I swear to God (irony, friends).
He made me place a hand on a pillow in front of him and then he put his hands beside it for a while.
The verdict: I'm an irritable asshole who has 100% toxic levels, with a bad stomach 'cause of all the crap I eat and all the contact with electronic devices is blocking up my chakras, thus banishing me from the path to enlightenment.
All I can say to that is he's lucky I'm a non-believer, or I would be severely offfended.
No joke, I swear to God (irony, friends).
He made me place a hand on a pillow in front of him and then he put his hands beside it for a while.
The verdict: I'm an irritable asshole who has 100% toxic levels, with a bad stomach 'cause of all the crap I eat and all the contact with electronic devices is blocking up my chakras, thus banishing me from the path to enlightenment.
All I can say to that is he's lucky I'm a non-believer, or I would be severely offfended.
The Excorcism of The Happy-Go-Lucky Scamp
My mother has some whack-job in the house casting out spirits, demons and all other manner of creepy make-believe shit, and this is the only room in the house that I can be in without him bursting in and exorcising my good self, hence a nice ould post on blogger. Honestly, people actually believe that stuff, I mean really believe in it. My mother is particularly nuts. You walk in the door of our house and find yourself confronted with three Buddhas, twenty angels and a Chinese dragon thrown in for good measure.
It's confusing if anything, especially when I get a smack for not saying the angelus before the RTE news every evening. I've asked her what the big idea is with the mixed up theology, but the only answer I get is an offer of reiki to clear my aura of all the badness which is obviously the reason for my 'acting in a negative way'.
It's no wonder I'm an atheist.
I don't know what his judgment is on the place yet, the spiritual fella that is, he's being fed cake in the sitting room by my mother, but I did hear her ask my brother if he felt the house felt lighter now.
Oh deary me. At least it's Friday, that means people are home and I can escape the fear being subject to a load of hocus pocus shit over the weekend.
It's confusing if anything, especially when I get a smack for not saying the angelus before the RTE news every evening. I've asked her what the big idea is with the mixed up theology, but the only answer I get is an offer of reiki to clear my aura of all the badness which is obviously the reason for my 'acting in a negative way'.
It's no wonder I'm an atheist.
I don't know what his judgment is on the place yet, the spiritual fella that is, he's being fed cake in the sitting room by my mother, but I did hear her ask my brother if he felt the house felt lighter now.
Oh deary me. At least it's Friday, that means people are home and I can escape the fear being subject to a load of hocus pocus shit over the weekend.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Graffiti...
...is one of my most favourite things in the world. I spotted these on a side street in Dublin yesterday while I was up there sticking it to the man at the students protest. The man being Batt O'Keefe. Some of the more original placard slogans included; 'Battman is Robin students', 'Fuck You Cowen' and 'My arms hurt'.
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