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This is my front page. If you want me to add you, drop me a line here. Or, add me. Either way, I'll check you out. You can also drop me a line here if, for instance, you don't have my email address. All comments here are screened.

This post also includes every tag I have -- this is because my current LJ style doesn't include a tag index. (At least half of my participation on LJ is on my phone. I chose this style because, as bare-bones as it is, it loads quickly and it's still readable on a small screen.)

I'd tell you more about myself, but that's what my profile -- and the rest of my LJ -- is for.
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So, one Virgo Rouge just dropped a bunch of comments on my head. They were all right here, but it seems she deleted them by mistake. How sad, that no one will see her brilliant defense against my jeers! Fortunately I'm a good sport and I figure she deserves a chance to be heard by anyone who might have seen me say rude things about her.

Of course, I have rebuttals.

Subject: No such proof of what you are saying

Marissa Marchant is a teenager..go look at her photos
You have the wrong person. I am Virgo Rouge.

Go google her name.
There is also a Marchant Manfield.

I am Marissa Elienne.

You have not done your research.


Marissa Marchant may well have been a teenager... in 2003. It's been over ten years.

Subject: Music is about music, enjoyment, not talking, or comparing yourself to others.
You are a liar. Focus on the music everyone. Healthy people focus on music only, jealous people talk about trivia, gossip and make up stories.

Just focus on my art.

Don't think about whether it is better or worse, just enjoy.

I enjoy music, I don't compare myself to others.
All of your quotes are false.

I am better than most commercial music today, but that is not saying much.

I am not better than a lot of unfamous people or lesser known musicians who are excellent.

I am better in my mind, but you don't to agree. Just listen to whatever you enjoy and I don't care that you prefer their music to mine.

I enjoy hearing my own music rather than listening to them.
I think that I am better than a lot of people out there who are making millions.

Better as a musician, because I enjoy hearing my music over their music.

I also enjoy hearing other musicians over their music as well.

You don't have to like my music. I truly don't care. Turn the dial.

Give me a 1000 dollars for a CD everyone. I need donations so I can continue what I do.

The 1000 dollars is for donations since I am unsigned.

Also, give some donations to other artists that you enjoy.

Fund your local musician, especially if you like them.


Y'know, if you're claiming not to have been a lolcow that demanded $1000 for a CD, it doesn't help your case if you're saying things like "Give me 1000 dollars for a CD everyone." Even with context. Likewise, if you're claiming you don't compare yourself to others, and then saying "I'm better than all these others."

Subject: I am better than Justin Beiber and Selena Gomez for sure

Grow up teeny tweeny lover. I am better than Taylor Swift as a musician and Justin Beiber. Someday when you mature, you will agree.


Madam, you owe my cat an apology. Here he was, sitting on my lap, utterly content and buzzing up a storm. Or at least, he was until you called me a teeny tweeny lover, and I started laughing so hard he got scared and left. Considering how loud I'm laughing and that it's currently six in the morning, you may owe my neighbors apologies as well.

As for my maturity? I'm forty! I am so far away from Taylor Swift's target demographic that if it exploded, I wouldn't hear the boom for several hours. There's only one reason I could possibly be interested in Taylor Swift... and that'll never happen, because I'm not famous. Even if I were, I prefer women closer to my own age, and I don't want to deal with an immature drama queen who'll drive me away and then write a song about what I jerk I was.

Subject: I never talk about the music industry.

That is why I never talk about the music industry. You are the only one who keeps mentioning them. I have all kinds of videos of me speak about the music industry seriously. I only have a comedy video about it. All of this is COMEDY. You don't believe the things that I say as true do you? I have been writing comedy for years.

Most of the time I am just kidding around....99 percent of the time, I am JOKING...

You sound like you have no sense of humor...I think it is all funny!!!!!!!!!!!


I do have a sense of humor, though it's admittedly a bit warped. Believe me, amusement is the only reason I've paid you a second glance, let alone bothered to write about you. I actually think you're hilarious. Admittedly, I'm not sure whether it's intentional. If you're actually trying to be funny, I applaud your wit and your dedication, since you've kept this act up for over ten years.
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Years ago, in about 2003 if the internet wayback machine is to be believed, there was a singer called Marissa Marchant. Her grasp of pitch was occasionally tenuous, her breathing was (despite her boasts) neither bel nor canto, her emotional range went from A to B, her instrumentation was stuff a first-year student could do... but she was the stuff of greatness. Just read her website, it'll tell you! The world is full of sellouts, and she alone was producing real Art, and she'd be happy to share it with you if you're a discerning lover of Music. Oh, and she was charging $1000 per CD. Yes, you read that right: THOUSAND.

Eventually, the internet forgot about her. Aside from the delusions of grandeur, delusions of competence, and delusions about a CD's basic worth, there wasn't all that much memorable about her. And let's face it, there's no shortage of lolcows on the internet to distract us all from any one thing.

Lately, on the forum Why God Why, Mr.Doobie (one of the resident music nerds) kept seeing a certain refrain popping up all over the place in YouTube comments. I haven't seen them myself because one, I don't read youTube comments, and two, these particular comments tend to get marked as spam really quickly. But to quote him quoting the wanking gibbon:

"I'm a better musician. I'm a vocalist, multi-instrumentatlist, composer, who is self-taught but I had 20 yrs of training. I trained at Curtis, rating higher than Julliard in the US. It's the premiere music school in the US I taught myself many things but I know it takes years of extreme hard work, training and CREATIVITY to be excellent at music. The commercial world is so out of it. They don't think it takes extensive training. It takes self-education and extensive training." -- Virgorouge, times a few thousand.

I punched up one of her videos (Warning: kinda awful), and a flood of memories came back to me. So I commented to this effect... but not before VIRGOROUGE herself showed up! We're all interrogating her music from the wrong perspective! We're all stuck in the past as far as music goes! We only listen to mainstream and commercial music! (I confess. I only listen to mainstream music. I'm surprised to discover, though, that Penderecki, Fleshgod Apocalypse, Richard Shindell, Azam Ali, and Wumpscut are mainstream!)

I'm almost afraid that this person is a troll. I hope she isn't. If she's a troll, she's brilliant, but if she's for real, this could be the most fun person to poke at since I first heard of Chancery Stone! Marissa Marchant is dead! Long live Virgorouge!
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A bit of foreshadowing, made possibly a bit more complicated by the fact that a while ago, Claire confided to Marten that she was trans. Is there romance being hinted at in that look?

This could get interesting. In a perfect world, it would be just another romance... but in any world resembling the real one, it's likely to be quite a bit more messy. Claire likely has issues -- at a guess, it's really hard to be trans in our current culture and not have issues. Marten likely has ideas on gender that are about to be confronted up close -- again, he's a product of the culture. Both of them are likely going to be asking themselves a bunch of tough questions along the way. Depending on how they answer those questions, one or both of them may change as people. Depending on how hastily they answer those questions, one or both of them may get seriously hurt.

Considering that this writer isn't exactly averse to drama, I fully believe that he'll treat both characters as human beings, with all the potential for fucking up that being human implies. I'm also sure that certain circles of soshul justiss tumblrinas will be howling for his head no matter what he does with this story arc.

I'll be keeping an ear out.
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Dear [livejournal.com profile] lunaseastar

Thank you for writing. I'd originally intended to reply to you, but you deleted your whole damned LJ, so I can't. Here, then, is what I'd intended to tell you. I've worked around a few things, since I didn't originally intend for this to be a public post, but the overall direction remains.

You have two major problems, as I see it. The first is you've created a huge mess. The second is that you are that person who created a huge mess. I know these sound like the same problem, and they are related, but one has to do with the world around you, and one has to do with you as a person.

Let's talk about that first problem. I'm very sorry to say this, but there is likely nothing you can do to save those friendships. It's not just the feeling of betrayal -- you'd be surprised at how people can get over that. The problem is that you're just too damned good.

You are, really. When I said you belonged onscreen or onstage, I wasn't joking... and everyone involved realizes just how good you are. No matter your sincerity, or your devotion to being better, there's going to be a doubt in the back of everyone's mind... and because you were such a brilliant performer in the past, there's no way you can assuage their fears.

(I am obviously aware of this phenomenon, but I'm not any more immune to it for that awareness. I am trying like hell to assume good faith on your part, and part of me -- most of me, in fact -- still insists that this letter you've written to me is simply another act in the play.)

There is nothing you can do about this. You very likely can not fix this mess. You should probably work on not making your current mess bigger, and not recreating it with new people.

I had hopes for you, until I saw you'd commented elsewhere, threatening to start the drama all over again, stating that you've saved every scrap of evidence. What the hell do you hope to accomplish? If your goal is to tear that other party down, how will you benefit? Even if you are the victor in that cage match -- unlikely, as you have a huge credibility problem -- do you think you will get back any of the relationships that you once had, that are now in ruins? Do you seriously think that starting all that shit up again won't make you look even worse? Do you simply not care, as long as you can drag someone down into hell with you?

At least, with me and likely with others, you appear to feel remorse, as well as disgust with yourself. This is good. You've done some really shitty stuff, and the fact that you appear to recognize this -- and hate yourself for it -- shows you're not completely a lost cause.

This is the simpler of the two major problems you're facing. The answer is, in theory, really simple -- stop being that person. Decide what you want to be, and work on being that. You've already done this once, in deciding that you do not want to be a junkie ever again. (For what it's worth, I do believe you were a junkie once, just as I was.) Do so again. Decide that you are not going to be that liar ever again. But don't do this for me, or for any of the people you've hurt. There's likely nothing you can do to reach them or get them back. Do it for yourself. Do it because you want to be someone you don't hate. Do it because self-hatred hurts, and this is the only way you can make it stop that won't end up killing you.

As a side note, since you mention drugs... many drug users have, for lack of a better way to put it, a hole in their heart, and drugs make it very easy to pretend that hole isn't there. You very clearly still have that hole. Find something good and meaningful to fill it. Religion is one of the more common things -- if you've read any AA literature, you'll find it mentions god a lot. Myself, I chose weights -- in addition to putting on a lot of weight at the gym, I've found it to have great value as anger management, and an unlikely form of meditation. Somehow, I doubt either of these are for you, but something out there is. Find it.

On a more personal note, I appreciate your apology. I find that I'm reluctant to tell you to piss off for good -- think of it as a small glimmer of hope on my part. That said, I am absolutely not ready to let you back in, and I strongly suspect I never will be.

As I said earlier, you're just too damned good.

Sincerely,
[livejournal.com profile] flamingchords

(Comments are screened. If [livejournal.com profile] lunaseastar wants to reply, I want them to be able to. For that matter, if any of you have been contacted by them lately (I know one of you has, and I suspect others as well), I welcome your thoughts.)
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I recently read this article about people who are vegetarians trying to decide whether to serve only vegetarian food at their weddings. I've also read all the comments, some from die-hard omnivores who object to the lack of meat at such weddings, and some from vegans who insist that meat is murder.

I've come to a simple conclusion: both sides are being complete wankers. So, in the interest of using this article as a teaching moment (in a bid to prove my smug superiority to both sides, because hey, I'm a wanker too), I'd like to post a few things both sides should learn.



Dear Loud-Mouthed Omnivores,

I'm a big fan of meat, so I do understand where you're coming from. I'm also a gymrat who generally tries to keep a little protein in his system at all times, and meat's one of the best sources of protein out there, so yeah, I eat a lot of it. All that said, you're being assholes.

It really won't kill you to go one meal without meat. Really. It won't. And when you look down your nose at vegetarian food and dismiss it as rabbit food, you're showing all the maturity of a six-year-old who still hasn't outgrown that annoying picky eater phase.

Some vegetarian fare is quite good, and it really won't kill you to try it. You won't come down with veggie-cooties if you try it, and if you're male, it's not going to threaten your masculinity. I know that in this culture, we tend to think of red meat as masculine and salad as feminine, but contrary to certain moronic beliefs, your dick isn't going to shrink if you eat veggie for one day. If you're worried that eating something with beans instead of meat will make you less a man, you can compensate by, I dunno, lighting your farts of fire afterward or something.

In fact, I'm going to go a little further. I don't care if you fancy yourself the king of the grill -- if you can't prepare a single tasty meal without meat, you are two baby steps above a McShithole's fry cook. For fuck's sake, it takes a lot of effort to screw up pasta sauce -- I've been known to add things like red peppers, olives, and/or artichoke hearts to my tomato sauce, and it can still be really good even if it lacks meat.



Dear Loud-Mouthed Vegetarians,

Humans are omnivores. Cope. You can claim all you want that our teeth mark us as herbivores, but one of our very first uses of tools was breaking the bones of dead animals with rocks so that we could suck the tasty tasty marrow out of them. You are a vegetarian by choice, not biological imperative... which is okay, really. This would only be a problem if you were trying to claim that all humans ought to be vegetarians... oh, wait.

So you're using your special occasion as a teaching moment. I was with you all the way, as long as you were trying to teach people that vegetarian food can be just as delicious and satisfying as food with meat in it. I'm all for broadening people's horizons; as much as I love meat, I also love Indian food, and a lot of Indian food is vegetarian.

However, when you're at a wedding and speaking disdainfully of meat-eaters' gnashing teeth rending the carcasses of dead animals, that's not teaching. That's being a preachy asshole, and my inner six-year-old kinda wants to eat filet of baby harp seal and make you watch.

Yes, I know, "plants have plenty of protein." Are you capable of eating beans without internal discomfort and making the air around you extremely unpleasant for others to breathe for hours afterward? Are you free of nut allergies? Can you eat soybeans without worry that the phytoestrogens will fuck up your hormone balances? Good for you. Not everyone is like you. Not everyone can eat like you, and not everyone should.



Dear both sides,

Stop being wankers. I'd post this whole stupid pissing match over on Fandom Wank, except that I'm sure at least one delicate flower over there would complain that it belongs in UnFunny.
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Cabaret and wank.

According to my exhaustive research¹, the show Cabaret is about a small nightclub in which people have a whole lot of fun while Germany goes to hell around it. "The world ends around us, but the party doesn't have to, at least not here." As musicals go, it requires a good deal of subtlety; at least two songs are performed and then later reprised, with the music much the same but the mood radically changed. It also requires acting chops, singing chops, and a lack of reservations about dancing around onstage half-to-mostly naked. These traits don't grow on trees, and they all occur in the same individual even less frequently.

So... when I found that Amanda Palmer is going to be starring in a production of Cabaret, as the MC, it made one of my eyebrows go up. The woman has talent. If she plays it straight (admittedly, for some weird value of straight -- this is Cabaret, after all), she could pull this off.

Of course, most of us know better than to expect that. Even money says that some "bold," "shocking," "daring" innovations will be made, and the show will end with her as the MC, wearing an SS uniform², barking out orders in German, and gassing the rest of the Kit Kat Club's staff. Part of me is sure that they will go for succès de scandale, and only get it half right. Then, the reviews, and the screaming, and the hordes of offended people...

At which point, as promised here, I will groan, mutter "meh, fuckin' attention whore," and go back to whatever the hell I was doing before I read about AFP on Fandom Wank for the nth time.


Cabaret and... metal?

While I was looking up cabaret-type stuff on YouTube, I got the impression that cabaret music is, for the most part, supposed to be cheerful. And then, I discovered that Queensryche is going to be doing a few cabaret-type shows.

I really don't see how that's going to work. Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge fan of Queensryche, and I have several of their CDs. That's the problem. In trying to imagine what Queensryche Cabaret is going to look like, I'm picturing a bartender pouring drinks while the band plays Promised Land, or a striptease duet to the tune of Suite Sister Mary³... and I'm picturing a show that will fall flat on its face so hard that ten generations of Geoff Tate's descendants will be born with broken noses.

The Queensryche I know and love, as much as I love them, can not possibly pull this off. And yet, I'm still interested in seeing them try it.



    1. In this case, "exhaustive research" means reading one article on Wikipedia, and listening to a few songs that I found on YouTube, all in the fifteen minutes or so before I started typing up this post.

    2. In more traditional versions, at the end, the MC is dressed as a prisoner in one of the camps, marked as both Jewish and Queer.

    3. I wanted to post a link to a live version of this song, but the one live performance I could found was preceded by an ad for "Now That's What I Call Music 34," all three times that I tried to watch it, and I absolutely refuse to give that rancid, overproduced, sonic ass-gravy click-throughs by linking to it if I can help it.

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