Put a rock beat over everything
"Monday I drank for joy. Tuesday I drank, and the thunder of the Lord's judgment roasted my naked soul all Wednesday and a lot of Thursday as well."
[Date created: 2002-03-04 21:26:26
Journal entries: 413
Comments:
Posted: 12,552 - Received: 14,712
I started this journal when the real Alex James was 33. Today, he turns 38. "If this was college," someone (they will remember who they are) said to me once, "you'd have a degree."
By my calculation, that earns me one fuck of a swan song. If you read, I thank you in advance.
It took a lot to get me to do this. I still don't want to do this. But I've always said I wouldn't leave over an argument, or melodrama, or because I thought roleplaying was ghey. I said I'd leave when, and only when, I ran out of things to say. That point is here in earnest.
As dorky as it sounds, I'm proud of some of the writing in this journal. When you're trying to emulate someone who is a much better writer and just eight times smarter than you in general, it keeps the bar high. If that wasn't challenging enough, the guy also changed absolutely everything about his life over the course of it, including unexpectedly marrying, having premature twins, building a cheese factory and becoming a farmer. ("How do I roleplay a farmer?" I said to someone. "I'm from the country. I'm up to my fucking neck in farmers.") I mean, you imagine the most random shit in the world, and this guy does it. Not to mention that for the first couple of months after his first kid, I didn't really believe he'd named his son "Geronimo," hence the creation of the pet name "Peanut." I'm proud that I incorporated it all, even when it was like "...WHAT?"
Thank you to everyone who has ever read an entry. Thank you to everyone who has ever commented. Alex has never been lacking for comments, and given my otherwise rocky self esteem, it warms my soul. Thank you to everyone who has laughed with me and not at me, to the people who have taken the bait I dangled out there and ran with it, to the numerous people who messaged him first, to everyone who stuck with him through conversations (hi, Gisele Bundchen) when he took a long time to respond, to the many, many, many people who have written scenes with me, to past romantic flings, to anyone who has ever put "Blur" in their music slot...everything. Thank you to the person who played damien_hirst, who is now a million miles away from reading this, for being at my place when we found out Alex had gotten married, and we sat on my couch and got drunk and refused to get up until we'd come up with something. It was, "I know, we'll make her a lesbian!"
Thank you to damon__albarn, who dave_rowntree and I found while fishing around on uJournal, and who for the first month thought my name was Frank. Losing a four-year storyline is like ending a real relationship. Thank you to graham__coxon, still the most gifted writer I know. (Graham+Karen 4eva!) Thank you to s_johansson. We had the best. Storyline. Ever. Thank you to hanasoukupova. I used to say your brain was like a non-stop idea factory. Thank you to file_under, who is a wonderful person here and at the Bovine Sex Club. Thank you to g_gershon for making a character now emulated everywhere, asia_argento for being one of the few who Get It, kieran_kyle, joeylaurenadams and her good heart, rachel__stevens, natalie_portman, johnrzeznik, k_richardson who joined MBP one day before me, dave_rowntree with whom I laughed in chat rooms until my sides ached, and thank you, most of all, to myfriendincheeselove. Thank you to fucking everyone. Fancy nothing. If you ever want to know where I am elsewhere, just ask, because I really don't mind anyone knowing.
I still love MBP, and one day, if there's ever a new niche for me, if Blur ever makes another record, whatever, I'll be back. Many of you know that for a good year, at least, this community was a second job for me. People set up little communities on that other server with neat little application and rejection processes, communities where you have to fit a defined notion of what is awesome, communities that pack up and go home after a few months, and they have that luxury. MBP is a wild, untamed thing. It has spawned something amazing. I hope, if I decide I want to revive this character 10 years from now, that it will still be going. I love everyone behind it, especially Ville Valo, an amazing person [here] who has so much better things to do than explain and re-explain himself a million times.
The artist formerly known as amanda_latona told a story in a journal recently of when we met the real Alex James. I was calm and collected until we rounded the corner, away from him and everyone else, and I lost my shit. I started freaking out. I called leigh_littrell from a cell phone to freak out long distance. Apparently I screamed "GOD BLESS THAT MAN." And as she said, God bless him, indeed.
For this reason, I am leaving you with an amazing picture of my most favourite musician, artist and non-linear thinker in the world, who came up with one of the world's best basslines. Buy his book. And to the real one, if you've ever come across this journal and thought "what a weirdo," I totally don't blame you.
I'll unfriend you all later when I don't feel like I'm severing a limb.
Have a song.]
[Date created: 2002-03-04 21:26:26
Journal entries: 413
Comments:
Posted: 12,552 - Received: 14,712
I started this journal when the real Alex James was 33. Today, he turns 38. "If this was college," someone (they will remember who they are) said to me once, "you'd have a degree."
By my calculation, that earns me one fuck of a swan song. If you read, I thank you in advance.
It took a lot to get me to do this. I still don't want to do this. But I've always said I wouldn't leave over an argument, or melodrama, or because I thought roleplaying was ghey. I said I'd leave when, and only when, I ran out of things to say. That point is here in earnest.
As dorky as it sounds, I'm proud of some of the writing in this journal. When you're trying to emulate someone who is a much better writer and just eight times smarter than you in general, it keeps the bar high. If that wasn't challenging enough, the guy also changed absolutely everything about his life over the course of it, including unexpectedly marrying, having premature twins, building a cheese factory and becoming a farmer. ("How do I roleplay a farmer?" I said to someone. "I'm from the country. I'm up to my fucking neck in farmers.") I mean, you imagine the most random shit in the world, and this guy does it. Not to mention that for the first couple of months after his first kid, I didn't really believe he'd named his son "Geronimo," hence the creation of the pet name "Peanut." I'm proud that I incorporated it all, even when it was like "...WHAT?"
Thank you to everyone who has ever read an entry. Thank you to everyone who has ever commented. Alex has never been lacking for comments, and given my otherwise rocky self esteem, it warms my soul. Thank you to everyone who has laughed with me and not at me, to the people who have taken the bait I dangled out there and ran with it, to the numerous people who messaged him first, to everyone who stuck with him through conversations (hi, Gisele Bundchen) when he took a long time to respond, to the many, many, many people who have written scenes with me, to past romantic flings, to anyone who has ever put "Blur" in their music slot...everything. Thank you to the person who played damien_hirst, who is now a million miles away from reading this, for being at my place when we found out Alex had gotten married, and we sat on my couch and got drunk and refused to get up until we'd come up with something. It was, "I know, we'll make her a lesbian!"
Thank you to damon__albarn, who dave_rowntree and I found while fishing around on uJournal, and who for the first month thought my name was Frank. Losing a four-year storyline is like ending a real relationship. Thank you to graham__coxon, still the most gifted writer I know. (Graham+Karen 4eva!) Thank you to s_johansson. We had the best. Storyline. Ever. Thank you to hanasoukupova. I used to say your brain was like a non-stop idea factory. Thank you to file_under, who is a wonderful person here and at the Bovine Sex Club. Thank you to g_gershon for making a character now emulated everywhere, asia_argento for being one of the few who Get It, kieran_kyle, joeylaurenadams and her good heart, rachel__stevens, natalie_portman, johnrzeznik, k_richardson who joined MBP one day before me, dave_rowntree with whom I laughed in chat rooms until my sides ached, and thank you, most of all, to myfriendincheeselove. Thank you to fucking everyone. Fancy nothing. If you ever want to know where I am elsewhere, just ask, because I really don't mind anyone knowing.
I still love MBP, and one day, if there's ever a new niche for me, if Blur ever makes another record, whatever, I'll be back. Many of you know that for a good year, at least, this community was a second job for me. People set up little communities on that other server with neat little application and rejection processes, communities where you have to fit a defined notion of what is awesome, communities that pack up and go home after a few months, and they have that luxury. MBP is a wild, untamed thing. It has spawned something amazing. I hope, if I decide I want to revive this character 10 years from now, that it will still be going. I love everyone behind it, especially Ville Valo, an amazing person [here] who has so much better things to do than explain and re-explain himself a million times.
The artist formerly known as amanda_latona told a story in a journal recently of when we met the real Alex James. I was calm and collected until we rounded the corner, away from him and everyone else, and I lost my shit. I started freaking out. I called leigh_littrell from a cell phone to freak out long distance. Apparently I screamed "GOD BLESS THAT MAN." And as she said, God bless him, indeed.
For this reason, I am leaving you with an amazing picture of my most favourite musician, artist and non-linear thinker in the world, who came up with one of the world's best basslines. Buy his book. And to the real one, if you've ever come across this journal and thought "what a weirdo," I totally don't blame you.
I'll unfriend you all later when I don't feel like I'm severing a limb.
Have a song.]