This Is Not A Democracy

Further to yesterday's post about the Summer of Like, I'm actually thinking about seeing if I get this job and how much they offer me, and maybe possibly trying to organise something.

With the right people, I think that could be amazing.

Answer me some questions.

[Poll #1294037]

This would most likely NOT involve bandom escapades, just bandom types on a holiday in a bandom-related city. Unless they decided to play shows in town, then.

Edit: I suggest this hotel. It's a known chain, well located, and they do discounts for bookings of ten or more rooms.

Edit #2: Alternatively - we could rent apartments. this would work out about the same price as the Days Inn, and less if people were prepared to share double beds with people (as little as $50 per night). I'd consider it, personally.

You know what bandom needs?

It's own Summer of Like.

A week. In summer. In Chicago (because seriously, where the fuck else?). None of the convention crap. Just a bunch of dorks hanging out.

MAN. That would be so cool.

The morons just keep coming.

the more i keep reading comments, msg boards & all, the more disappointed i get in some of these fellow fans of mine. give all the 'reasonable reasons' you want, but YOU'RE the ungrateful ones. you shouldn't have shit to whine about. these guys HAVE given us a lot over the years. they've given us all they could as musicians, as people. they're not obligated to do a damn thing for us; not to blog for us, share any bit of their personal life, give us free/exclusive/discounted opportunities, not to give up what bit of average life they can have to tour and interview, even continue making music. they could be complete dicks and not give us shit, okay? there are such things as respect and understanding. oh, and for some of you...even having a life. look, i get it. i love these guys, too. but truly, some of ya'll just need to lay off and relax. this is the trouble with fans special treatment anyway, you start thinking you deserve something. lol...thats just not so.

Originally posted as a comment by purelifeideals on A Homeboy's Life using Disqus.



You honestly don't have a clue about OCK, do you? You don't seem to realise that the money isn't going to the band, it's going into the pockets of a COMPANY called Artist Arena.

None of the boys blogs are related to the fanclub - we get those for free - and virtually NOBODY is blaming the boys in the band directly for any of this. (The people blaming the boys are being smacked down by the very people complaining about Artist Arena) It seems from what Andy said to us today, that they don't even realise the extent of what is going on.

OCK has become a business rather than a fanclub, and that's what we have a problem with. They blacklist people who dare to complain - and that's if you can find a way to contact them, because they have no customer service. They scared people into renewing their memberships sometimes more than SIX MONTHS early (losing their remaining membership time) because of their new tiered system, and never used it. They treat OCKs like little children, patronise us, charge us $20 for postage - for us only to receive envelopes with $4.50 mail cost printed on them - and as part of our 'exclusive' membership packs, send us grainy, distorted copies of pictures that have been around for years, which are clearly (and poorly) printed out on the machine in the office. Some people don't get their welcome or renewal packages at all.

Nobody blames the band for that. They blame the people running the OCK and repeatedly criticise them for casting the band in a negative light through their claims that they support the rip-off schemes they come up with. If you believe the lies that they are using to cover up their mercenary crap, then you are a fool.

So before you start slagging off the fans who are out there spending more money than you can imagine on the real fan matters - getting to shows and buying their records or t-shirts and promoting the band to other people - check your goddamn facts. We ARE real fans, we love the band, but we don't love being fucked around by a company that claims to represent those four guys and is making a total mockery of the fans' loyalty to them.

And if we don't "deserve something" - such as respect from the organisers - after paying for the membership in the first place, when do fans deserve anything?

For those of us on the chat tonight, wishing to stay in touch with new friends, here is a list of usernames:

Matte - likethepaint
Evian – shinko
Ashe – ashe_frost
Jamie – azrielen
Edge – edgiko
Nerysa – lordgroovius
Beanie – beanie_j
Julie – shiny_starlight
Sara – puckinnichild
Nicole – alternatending
Ashley – sweetnovicane
Valerie – akindofmagic
Elena – jedi_iwakura
Kimberly – kimpuff

If I missed anyone, let me know.

It is so hilarious to watch icecreamhdaches stealing everything truefobinglove posts, right after it's posted.

When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

Here you go: the opening scenes of all three of my WIPs.

( Futurefic: Currently known as 'Forget-me-nots And Marigolds' )

( Mpreg: The Approaching Curve )

( Asylumfic: Life In A Minor Chord )

So, someone noted in a far corner of LJ that they thought Joe's tattoos on his stomach and chest had been airbrushed out.

This is a bit odd, because a) his stomach tattoo is still there (although...is that being lasered off? It looks faded...) and b) Joe doesn't have any chest tattoos, does he? That's Hurley with his tribute to his mommy.

You see? So... has anyone else ever heard of any chest tattoos on Troh?



Edit: WAIT A SECOND. That is some MAJOR manscaping that has been going on there. O_o

The Mpreg briefly hit 45,000 words and 100 pages, yesterday.

And then I deleted a huge chunk, so now I'm working back up to it. I tell you this, though: this fic is going to be EPIC.

EPIC, I TELL YOU.

I wish it was a fic I could post chaptered, but it really wouldn't work.

Especially considering the fact taht I need to get TWNW posted. Chapter fourteen has, frankly, been a right bastard. Gah.

So, I'm supposed to be working on TWNW, but I can't get the Mpreg out of my head, because I want to get to a bit in which I can feature a Roy Orbison song. :|

It's going to be a tiny bit cheesy, very Patrick and totally adorable.

But I still have about ten months of fic-time before it can happen. Dammit.

THIS ONE IS FOR THE PETERICK SHIPPERS:






Because if Pete said the sky was blue, it'd be code for "I'm fucking Patrick". If Pete said "I've bought some pie for dinner", it'd be code for "I'm fucking Patrick". And if Pete said, "Could you pass the salt?" it'd be code for "I'm fucking Patrick".