I WAS BORN TO START A REVOLUTION, IT WOULD BE MY CONTRIBUTION TO A WORLDWIDE RESURRECTION

as you may or may not have heard, i went to see my favourite band in the whole wide world ever, the ark, in malmö last weekend.










i have no idea how this one happened.. flash + blue stage lights = weird shit.












moto boy joined them on stage for let your body decide, and had a big fat gay off with ola ♥











































THE REST OF THE SET ARE HERE ON MY FLICKR.

seriously though, this band. i cannot cope. i need more. it has been so long since the last time (five years) and now that i've had a taste again i just want more. i've been looking at flights back home in july because they're playing at two festivals in the space of one week (so far, the 2nd one was only announced today.. tammerfest on 14th in tampere and some weirdy one in vasa on 15th.) blue1 looks fairly reasonable, under £350 for a return with two people, and unlike with ryanugh & easygit you get a checked in baggage included, so i can actually go home home. then again, i have no money whatsoever. but it would be awesome to do a little tour, for old times sake. i don't care for festivals but i'll take for whatever i can have at this point! i may or may not also be writing a zine about it all, the old times & now times.. no time like now i guess. i wish i could have my tattoo in time (yes, i've been planning a tattoo related to this fucking band for a while, so sue me. besides, it's not like i'm getting the logo on my forehead. it's some lyrics, possibly with a moomin drawing or something. still not sure on the details.) so i could show it to them, but there's no way in hell i could afford both. unless i win the lottery or something. but i can't even afford to play the damn thing.

"YOU WHO STOLE MY SOLITUDE" THE ARK

in somewhat related news, i think this is the most accurate love song ever.

BACK IN HELLHOLE.

zinester knuckles, again, originally uploaded by Tukru Loves You.

ach. just got back from birmingham zine fest. had such a lovely welcome back on the way home from the station to meet carl on the high street, cos he was only half way to the station when the train arrived. a bunch of 13 year olds for the lack of better word chavvy girls accosted me with nonsensical remarks about my appearance or whatever, wouldn't let me go past them and then grabbed the end of my fucking granny trolley! bitches. some bloke across the street told them to leave me alone and eventually they let go and carl was there. i was so thrown by the experience i sort of started silently weeping when we were far enough for them not see. i had just been thinking how i had such a nice weekend even though it hadn't gone exactly to plan (less dancing & socializing than intended though i did make a bunch of new friends!) and thinking "oh i kinda wanna move to birmingham, i could make things happen there cos there will be more than ten people into the same shit as me." to be honest i get that feeling every time i go on zine adventures. except maybe london. cos i know london is just too much. i'd be a really tiny fish in a massive pond. i prefer big fish in a medium pond or even just medium fish in any size pond.

i was just downloading friday's eastenders so me and carl can watch it. i was on the coach everytime it's been on this weekend. we had meat & chips for dinner and i had 32 new emails. no vampire sushi ones :S but i'm back full of silly ideas and hope!

oh and credit for the saucesome photo of my knuckle felt tip tats (by fixed by bettie) goes to jessica rough draft!

"TOO BAD WE'RE SO STUPID."

i'm sorry. i'm all true blooded up. just finished watching sunday's episode and it was probably first one that didn't literally end with me gasping in horror / surprise and swearing at the bastard program. it was a nice change. and didn't make the episode any less zomg. but i shan't spoil nothing. surely these caps aren't really that spoilery. if at all.

i have now 'read' all of the books so far. well, listened to audiobooks of the first nine, and actually old skool proper read dead in the family. half way through a touch of dead now, a collection of short stories from times in between the books. not sure what i'm going to do after i finish it. maybe old skool read from the beginning? that's what the library is for i guess.

funnily enough, when i went to the library last week to get a touch of dead, i was served by the same lady as when i got dead in the family. we'd had a little chat about the books (she found them a bit too... racy & gorey, so she prefers twilight herself) last time and she asked me if it was vampires that i liked or.. and then proceeded to tell me about this book her daughter was reading she thought i'd like. "shall i reserve it for you?" of course i said yes. turns out it is called abraham lincoln, vampire hunter. i've only just googled it, apparently it's by the same bloke who wrote pride and prejudice and zombies. which carl got me for christmas or valentine's day. (he knows how i feel about zombies, and vampires) not a masterpiece, but entertaining enough. we'll see. i'm sure it will be a giggle. let's call it research, shall we?

i feel a little lost since i finished my distro to do list. especially since hardly anyone's got back to me. woesome. i've had a few new zines in the post again and i've fallen a little bit a lot in love with some. sigh. i guess waiting for other people to act is almost as frustrating as waiting for me to act. especially as there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. while when it's me, i can. well, who else can?

i had a bit of a tiff with carl earlier. i was cranky and tired when i got off work and i guess i took it out on him a bit. and he wasn't in the best of moods to start with. so we've just.. left each other alone today. got the grumps for one reason or the other.

on saturday emma cut my hair & dyed some of my hair blue. i would post a picture, but there isn't one i fully like yet. i can't find either of my goddamn digital cameras, and the ones i took on my polaroid didn't come out so good.. emma also took one after she'd finished, but yeahh.. i want my own one. eventually my things will seize hiding from me! seriously. i am well pissed off.

i played with a lot of kittens this weekend. first with emma's ma's new kittens who very very shy, so they'd play but wouldn't cuddle, and on sunday with ellie's housemate's kitty i've forgotten the name of who is much less shy now. more of an attention whore really. bless him. it's good kittens don't have very sharp claws though. happiness is a kittycat.

(this is mainly this long cos i'm bored / making up for long absence. not that anyone's probably noticed / minded anyway. )