I've been locking things more and more recently, so in case you want to friend me here are some things you might want to know!


( Facts about the common (or garden) Ish, updated as necessary. )


That's all for now. Friend away!

If you hate the taste of wine
Why do you drink it till you're blind?
And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you're right?
Why are you scared to dream of God
When it's salvation that you want?
You see stars that are clear have been dead for years
But the idea just lives on.

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Tell me something. A memory, a secret, something that's been bothering you, your favourite song. Anything you like.

Something I realized quite recently: I like Kristen Stewart. Unironically.

I know. I know.

It all started when I was wee and saw Panic Room, in which Kristen Stewart played Jodie Foster's diabetic problem child. Even though she was referred to as "she" throughout the film, I wasn't quite sure if she was a boy or a girl. And, well, I kind of dug it. I wondered vaguely who she was for a while, but it wasn't until the whole Twilight thing started that I realized hey, that awkward-looking pale chick WAS Jodie Foster's diabetic problem child! THEY WERE ONE AND THE SAME. MY MIND WAS BLOWN. (She was also the awkward-looking pale chick from Speak, but that didn't click with me 'til later.) At the time I was virulently anti-Twilight- loudly, annoyingly so- and was like, okay, Jodie Foster's diabetic problem child, clearly you don't WANT me to like you! >:(((

And then I saw that MTV show in which she won an award and, instead of crying and thanking God and her mother, fidgeted and mumbled and then dropped it.* And then I saw those pictures of her smoking weed on her front step. And then I saw that she's going to play a boy and star alongside Jason Mewes in one of her next movies. And then I saw that interview on Regis and Kelly where she absolutely refuses to pretend to have any respect for either of them. And then I saw, like, every interview ever where she can't sit still or stand up straight or maintain eye contact for extended periods of time. (Or muster up any real enthusiasm for SMeyer's ~creations.) And I was like gd it Kristen Stewart I don't WANNA like you! >:(((

And then I watched Adventureland and just gave up. Because she is pale and awkward in that movie as well, but in a way that kind of makes you want to date the hell out of her and go for long aimless drives listening to the Velvet Underground and smoking up. And I decided to just, you know, spend the rest of my days curled up in a ball of SHAME.

But then today I found In Defense of Kristen Stewart and I felt... well, oddly vindicated! Because I am not the only person who thinks she is okay, apparently! \o/

( To celebrate: picspam! )

So, in conclusion: You go, Glenn Coco Kristen Stewart. May your career be long, your case of celebrity dead-eye brief, and your performance as Joan Jett fantastic.

Because if it isn't, the lesbians will yell at you.


* The award, that is. Not God. Or her mother.

hay there livejoutnal

GUESS WHAT SUCKS RIGHT NOW

(if you guessed 'everything' then you get a special sshiny prize)

GUESS WHO IS DRUNK RIGHT NOW

9if you guessed 'ishy fishy fishface' then you get a SECOINDF shiny prize)

man i had this whole stupid paraghraph here baout my ex and how i am a sad alcholoic mess but it was really sad so i deleted it beut i am listening to a song i put on a mix once and it makes me sad

i used the word sad three times in that paraghrap

misspelle missplelel misspelel

GUESS WHAT IS A BAD IDEA RIGHT NOW

(if you guessed 'pressing the upfdate bitton' i am going to vomit on your shoes)

(i hope you are not wearings andlas)

Derailing For Dummies! Just follow this step-by-step guide to Conversing with Marginalised People™ and in no time at all you will have a fool-proof method of derailing every challenging conversation you may get into, thus reaping the full benefits of every privilege that you have. YAY.

Ceci n'est pas une excuse. A useful analogy that compares systems of privilege to rigged exams.



I particularly like the distinction he makes between calling people out on what they did and calling them out on what they are. Note to self: keep this in mind for future confrontations.

Pat Robertson just gets classier every year!

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Luckily, Raymond Joseph is here to deliver a most righteous smackdown.

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I showed a bunch of people in the Centre James Joyce's letters to Nora today.



>:)

My current favourite song, thanks to jilly_ma_bean.



And we sing with our heroes thirty-three rounds per minute
We're never going home until the sun says we're finished
And I'll love you forever if I ever love at all
Wild hearts, blue jeans and white t-shirts
With wild hearts, blue jeans and white t-shirts

That is all.

Spent the last night of 2009 in a happy haze of beer, pot, and gingerbread with some delightful people. And got a call from a very certain girl at the stroke of midnight.

2010, you are off to a good start.

( Time for that meme I post every year. )

Tonight I was poking around on Genderfork, a very interesting bloggy type of place devoted to genderfuckery, and found this picture of Placebo fans waiting in line outside the Brixton.

You know that scene in the beginning of Velvet Goldmine where the glam kids are all doing their makeup in store windows and pulling faces at the BBC and there's this air of hope and freedom and glee and excitement that kind of makes your heart hurt? It reminds me of that. A lot.

♥_____♥

It also makes me miss the days when I was super androgynous. I need to rock that look again, even if I do end up looking like a cheap glam hooker.

( Ish's List of the Top Ten Albums that Made Ze Tap Hir Toes This Year. )

So Atheists Get Presents Day (or "Christmas" to you squares out there) happened four days ago! It was mostly crap for lots and lots of boring personal reasons and I did not enjoy it! At all! This is a new experience for me since Christmas is my second-favourite holiday and the fact that I had such a bad time (and am in fact having a bad time as we speak) continues to make me cranky! But fuck it, I got new shoes. They are pink.

Here is a video of a small child playing the ukulele. It will warm the cockles of your heart, unless you hate children and/or ukuleles.



This will not warm the cockles of your heart, but it is pretty important nonetheless: Malawi gay couple to face court after engagement.

And now, a Questulation: what's your favourite punk love song? Mine is "Another Girl, Another Planet" by the Only Ones.

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow taller?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

- "Whatif," by Shel Silverstein

Dear Rihanna,

You need to get in touch with a major studio head immediately.

Regards,
Ish

P.S.: Run, don't walk. This is important.

BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS AMIRITE.

I fucking hate Will "Creepy Psycho Body Language" Schuester.

From a friend on Facebook:

so... some random girl went up to my gf at the hedwig show at the rockhouse and asked "are you ishyface?" hahahahhahah. michelle was like "uh noooo?" ... guess she was looking for you!

Alright, guys, fess up.

I was poking around the Internets recently, like you do, and discovered (MUCH TO MY DISMAY) that nobody seems to have written a Jessicka Addams primer yet!

This is not okay. Therefore, I give you:

Say Hello To My Little Friend: A Jessicka Addams Primer



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This is what it is like to suddenly start taking antidepressants again after being off them for a few weeks:

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That, combined with a massive headache. Ow.

To make it better I am watching this video on repeat.