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Anyone who thinks ANYTHING cooked in a restaurant deep-fryer is vegan deserves whatever they get, and I hope it's the runs.

I say this because I've been spending too much time on sf_drama and clicked over to read a comm and found that there's a list of "vegan" items at restaurants - specifically, the one in question was Jack In The Box.

I worked there. I can tell you RIGHT NOW that thought the cooking oil is not meat-based, if you want to be really, really picky about it, they're making the tacos (containing beef) and two kinds of chicken patty (chicken, duh) and probably other meat-based products that I don't remember because thankfully, I can no longer take orders in my sleep and add them up correctly (I used to do that, seriously) in the same fryers.

Or, to put it another way: AHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU FOR FUCKING REAL? WHAT PLANET DO YOU COME FROM?

On the other hand, I have issues with certain kinds of vegans. Those ones (Andy Hurley, please step to the head of the line!) can not only feel free to eat Jack In The Box fries, if they trip and fall face-first into the fryer, I won't be too terribly upset. I don't proselytise about meat, god, or politics. Please do me the same courtesy.

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In other news, mood still foul. I am at least taking a weedwhacker to various things I've said I'll do, so there's that.

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It is extremely depressing to realise that there is a theoretical universe (worse, it's the one I'm standing in) where I could, conceivably, actually LIKE the new Panic! At The Spambot's music. I wasn't even particularly hanging my dislike on any kind of political ideology, I was hanging it on an overwhelming dislike of their lyrics, a desire to punch Brendon in the face for looking like someone else, and a desire to run Ross through a chipper-shredder three or four times because he is, in fact, Ryan Ross.

Two of these problems have just gone away.

I may have to kill someone.

apiphile has, as ever, all the best ideas. When she said she wanted a bandom picspam that served as an introduction to who was who but left out many things like adoring commentary, 200+ pics of Ross's little finger, and WAGs, I stepped up and offered to serve.

This is my picspam.

In it you will find pictures of My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic At The Disco, The Academy Is..., Cobra Starship, Gym Class Heroes, and The Used. Bands that make an appearance in Thursday-verse will be specifically noted with an *, even if the whole band does not appear. You will also find insults, bitchy commentary, people with creepy eyes, and some attempt to theme around suits, except in the case of Butcher, where I was more looking for a picture where he was wearing clothes, because suits are HOT.

In it you will not find: omg commentary, adoring commentary, videos, interviews, timelines, departed members, WAGs, Dirty, pets, scene queens, consistent effort to go with recent pictures rather than better pictures, appreciation of seven-eighths of Panic At The Spambot, (yes, there ARE only four people in that band; I half appreciate Spencer Smith, and appreciation of 1/2 of 1 of 4 is 7/8 disdain) or much nudity. You will also not be informed as to what instruments anyone plays, because let's face it: this is a primer for apiphile's use, and you're not going to need to know. You might need to know that Vicky-T uses a baseball bat in Thursday-verse.

This is not comprehensive, not even of bandom as a whole, but you kind of have to make it off my newbie-radar before I give two shits about you, at least enough to go find pictures of you, upload them to my own account, and include them in my post.

I am absolutely not able to discuss Pete Wentz without wondering aloud why he has not yet been quarantined by the CDC, nor of not pouring forth verbal evil when discussing Panic At The Spambot. But the pics are kind of nice.

I even managed to refrain from suggesting that Wentz is a pedo or calling Ryan Ross The Littlest Camwhore. Other than in that sentence, I mean.

( Welcome to Chicago, motherfucker. )

Interactive preference sets creep me the fuck out. I only say this, of course, because every fucking time I go to YouTube, my "recommended" selections are a) boys in bands doing weird things; b) video of assassinations.

And it's never the right video.

I may have mentioned this before. I also may have started to mention it and abandoned it, so whatever. I remember the Sadat assassination, but I can't find the footage that matches up with my memory. And you cannot possibly convince me that, at a time when the head of Egypt was sittin' in a reviewing stand, chillin' out watching the troops parade, no one had a fucking camera on Sadat, only on the parade.

I know they did. I saw it. It's just not on YouTube, or the National Archives, or any of the other places I've looked.

I am highly peeved.

Also! This genuinely baffles me, it really does. You have a mission: you have decided, because God Said So, that you have to kill the Prime Minister of Malaysia.

You work to achieve this.

In the end, it comes down to you driving a two-foot-long spike into the Prime Minister's side, having leaped onto the podium from side-stage and tackled him. You are immediately lost in the scrum of bodies as people converge on the stage.*

Things to remember while you plan this:
1) You have one shot. You will not get a second one because you will be in prison forever, and also, he will be better guarded.
2) Aside from only having one shot at the Prime Minister, you have to hit exactly the correct spot so that he'll be killed. If you spit him through the arm, that doesn't really matter.
3) Famous people can be tricky to get hold of.

So, you go for the aforementioned leap from side-stage. Or you set up shop in the Texas Book Depository. Or you trust that security at the Atlanta Olympics will be so lax that no one will notice you sitting in the stands, rifle on your lap, moments before the President of the USA and several other world leaders are due to arrive for the opening ceremony.

Why - seriously - does no one ever just sneak up on their house at night and kill their target in bed? Does that not make it assassination? Is it just that the whole point of assassination is that it's done in public, sort of a citizen-sanctioned version of a state execution? (I need to work on that, but there might be something worth keeping there.)

I mean, maybe it's that God Does Not Tell Me Things, but if I really, really, really wanted someone dead, I'd much rather try to infiltrate their home than shoot at them in a situation where I would have Secret Service agents coming out my ears seconds later. I do know that they're very well guarded, but there's also the possibility that they're not quite as alert, and other things good for the would-be assassin.

Then again, I've never been suicidal. Maybe it's the same thing. Assassination is the elimination of the possibility of your return; murder is the definite desire to come back alive.


* See also the assassination of Inejiro Asanuma.

EDIT: Okay, nope. I'm gonna have to break up this playlist. Do You Know What I'm Seeing makes me want to actually vomit. I am not even exaggerating. I hate this band so much.

ITunes deciding to "randomly" play Behind The Sea (also from the same playlist) next just cemented it. I AM STILL MYSELF IF I STILL HATE PANIC, THANK FUCK FOR SMALL FAVOURS, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. I mean, I like The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Cover...

Wow.

My life is not usually that surreal.

That's....yeah, that's really fucking creepy, is what that is. I'm going to go away for a while.

In conversation with graeae, who listens to music more indie than anything I will ever see - she listens to, you know, that guy, the one with the head. Has arms - I had to explain why I was mortally offended that she pretty much thinks that TAI... and Panic(!) at the Disco are the same band.

Me: The lyrics are STUPID. "'Cause it's nine in the afternoon/and your eyes are the size of the moon."
Me: "Dear Ryan Ross, your pretension, let me show you it, no love, me."
Graeae: No, I mean the closing the fucking door song. That's different. I KNOW the nine in the afternoon song is stupid.
Me: Not by MUCH.

Helpfully, I decided to provide an example of this by finding the lyrics.

Me: Wow, this so exemplifies them that I am falling over laughing. I clicked on this one and I thought "Wait, this is a newspaper article about them," and then I read it and realised that the lyrics are just that goddamn dense. Fucking Door Song
Me: Actually, you know what their lyrics remind me of? A spambot.
Graeae: *falls over and dies*
Graeae: Dude, everyone in my house was sleeping. Let's repeat that. WAS.

And then she dared me to post it to LJ. And I did because a) I hate Panic at the Nuclear Waste Dump a lot, and b) their lyrics really do remind me of a spambot.

My sense of humour is broken.

Nine in the Afternoon is not going to win me to Panic's side in a knife fight, or even into buying their album. I sort of hoped it would, because I feel a bit like the kid who doesn't have all the cool toys, but then again, I never cared that much about being cool in the first place.

I have a bible, a book on the Marquis de Sade, and a book on Jack the Ripper, all for work.

Does anyone read Holly Black? Can they explain a few things to me? Like why anyone reads her books? Seriously, I have questions about Tithe.