kittylitter’s blog

It's always the way. I have said it before and I'll say it again - bands I really get into always split up. Larrikin Love, Giant Drag, The Libertines - and now The Be Be Sees have split. It's quite bizarre really - they haven't been around that long, and they had their first article in Artrocker a few issues ago - but hey, if it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be.

Artmocker

The Be Be Sees

How often are you wrong?  Do you find it difficult to admit it when you are? 
Submitted by emily ann.

I am usually wrong about a fair bit of stuff, mostly when something in the "routine of the day" shifts or alters in some way, or something (anything from people leaving to the layout of the room slightly moving) changing. I either get stuff humiliatingly wrong or I badly freak out. When I get stuff wrong I can tell almost instantly - my friends have to make a big show about it, which is difficult - humiliating. I would have thought my friends would have stopped doing that when they found out I had aspergers syndrome but even though they've learned more about it to understand why I act certain ways they still don't..."get it".

 

What are three things you want to learn, and three things you can teach others to do? 
Submitted by bookishbiker.

Excuse the boring post. If you read my blog you're probably well used to that by now.

The stuff I'd want to learn:

1. I'd like to learn to play the violin. I guess my music teacher is right in calling me "a master of no trade" - a can play quite a few instruments but haven't really 'mastered' any of them, and I think the violin would be the one instrument I would like to, ahem "master".

2. How to make my own clothes. I hate tracking around high-street shop after boring high-street shop, seeing the same clothes everywhere. It's stealing our individuality, man! I never see clothes I like, and if I made stuff I wanted it'd probably fit better, rather than having to cut half the leg off in trousers and use about five belts (I'm a very small girl). I've never tried to learn because textiles is so boring, I think it's scared me. And a sewing machine once tried to eat my hand.

3. How to do that drippy noise with my mouth. You know, when a tap is left on and it drips? I've seen people flick their face and make that noise. I think it would be very entertaining.

The stuff I'd want to teach:

1. How to blow up a balloon. I have only very recently learnt how to do this myself, and it caused a lot of distress telling people that I couldn't blow up balloons. So I don't want other none-blowy-up-balloons-people to feel like outsiders. We must unite, and teach balloon-blowing-up to the world!

2. How to build a theremin. I am not technical at all, but I could appear all that way if I taught someone how it's done.

3. How to get out of P.E. I am the master of getting out of P.E., and would love to share this...wisedom...with others.  

...Neils Children. I have liked them for quite some time now but nothing has really pushed me over the edge to become quite an obsessive fan. And today, after listening to nothing but N/C (as some cool people sometimes call them whilst being cool) the obsession has well and truly kicked in. Looks like I'll be ditching my boy's school shorts and checked shirts (thanks to the Patrick Wolf ettire) for black skinny jeans and eyeliner which looks liked someone has punched me, then.

Trying To Be Someone Else For Free

Neils Children

Books: Show us a great beach read.

Starter For 10. It's my favourite book, so it'd be good for reading anywhere - the beach, whatever.

I have been celebrating the new album by The White Stripes, Icky Thump, all day today, hereby driving everybody who has come within a metre radius of me, crazy.

Now I'm not gonna do some music-snob review of the album (you'll have to go to some music magazine/blog/show for that), but what I will say is that it's frickin' amazing, and everyone should run to the nearest record store and buy it right now if they haven't already.

You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told)

The White Stripes

What's the weirdest baby name you've ever heard (or considered)?

Well there's a few.

Jonathan Davis from Korn called his kid Pirate - why the hell would you call a baby Pirate, of all names to choose from. Pirate Davis - and his third son is called Zeppelin. Eek. Although considering their dad is the lead singer of Korn, I doubt many people will want to skit them for it.

Bob Geldof's children also have...pretty bad names. Peaches. It's a fruit - FRUIT (like Chris Martin and Gwenth Paltrow's kid Apple - they obviously have some kind of deal to advertise laptops and iPods, there really can't be any other reason). But not JUST Peaches - Peaches Honeyblossom. Now that is cruel. And Fifi Trixibelle. And Pixie! Oh come ON. These aren't names, they sound like Disney characters.

Paula Yates' daughter is called Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily. Now that is the height of cruel names.

Rag And Bone

The White Stripes

A very strange song, is this one. Free with NME this week (I found this mp3 on hype machine), Rag And Bone is taken from The White Stripes sixth album Icky Thump. The song is like a dialogue between Jack, Meg and any rich people who are throwing out their junk, or carelessly leaving their belongings outside without tying them down.

I'm still off sick - my voice has come back a little today but for the most part I just feel crappy. So today has been pretty boring - nothing interesting ever happens when you're sick, except maybe the occasional pukeage. Staying off just one day from school yesterday, it seems to me things go a bit messed up when I am not there. Yesterday when all my friends finished school I got two very weird phone calls from two of my friends, and it turns out I have moved forms, bands and classes next year. No, I didn't have any part in that, nor did I actually want to be moved. Being off today, I shudder to think what'll change. Maybe everyone will be hippies, like the dream I had last night.

In my dream I came into school on monday and everyone was wearing bright colours, dancing to this:

Leave Them All Behind

Ride

Not very hippy-ish I know, but....nah, I don't have an excuse.

Reading the back of the packet of Strepsils infront of me I noticed a very odd comment; "Consult your doctor if anything strange happens." Not only does that sound like it was written by me, not some kind of doctor, I would like to ask what the hell?! Anything strange? How strange can anything get when you take strepsils?! That is ridiculous.