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May. 3rd, 2007 03:11 pmHere's news about people other than me: The band My Chemical Romance, whom I love in a completely unashamed and unconditional fashion, are sick with food poisoning. Well, 3/5ths sick. One of the other 2/5ths is vegetarian, I suppose the other was just lucky that he didn't feel like chicken that night? Anyways, they're pretty violently ill, to the point where several shows have been cancelled and the band is hospitalized somewhere in Ohio.
For those of you who aren't all band-obsessed, this band has been having a string of bad luck lately. In the making of one of their videos, the drummer got a burn that led to a giant staph infection IN HIS FACE ON HIS BRAIN that almost killed him, and did make it difficult for him to use some facial muscles. Then the rhythm guitarist had some sort of problem, possibly a weird sinus infection thing, that landed him in the hospital for awhile. The bassist was given some time off for a honeymoon, since he just got married, which doesn't seem like bad luck but I FIRMLY BELIEVE that they sent him away to keep him safe from the curse, because next thing you know, the lead singer dislocated a rib. And then 3/5ths of them got food poisoning.
I don't really believe in prayer, or luck, or any sort of higher order that might give this post any meaning, but whatever, Gerard Way likes Neil Gaiman and that's enough for me to cross my fingers and hope really hard that they all get better. And stop being cursed, because lots of people are upset about the cancelled shows, and I know the band isn't thrilled about it either.
In me-related news, panic (and when was the last time I typed that word other than as a band name?) has been replaced by strategic denial. There's Sunday night, and then a vagueish blank, and then the day when we go to an amusement park to "learn about physics"! And then a concert! It's much more relaxing this way.
Tomorrow I'm going to have a whole long post on the true meanings of bandslash and bandfic, because sometimes things get pretentious inside my head. Right now, I'm going to go write an entire essay on the role of parental conflict in Ivanhoe.
For those of you who aren't all band-obsessed, this band has been having a string of bad luck lately. In the making of one of their videos, the drummer got a burn that led to a giant staph infection IN HIS FACE ON HIS BRAIN that almost killed him, and did make it difficult for him to use some facial muscles. Then the rhythm guitarist had some sort of problem, possibly a weird sinus infection thing, that landed him in the hospital for awhile. The bassist was given some time off for a honeymoon, since he just got married, which doesn't seem like bad luck but I FIRMLY BELIEVE that they sent him away to keep him safe from the curse, because next thing you know, the lead singer dislocated a rib. And then 3/5ths of them got food poisoning.
I don't really believe in prayer, or luck, or any sort of higher order that might give this post any meaning, but whatever, Gerard Way likes Neil Gaiman and that's enough for me to cross my fingers and hope really hard that they all get better. And stop being cursed, because lots of people are upset about the cancelled shows, and I know the band isn't thrilled about it either.
In me-related news, panic (and when was the last time I typed that word other than as a band name?) has been replaced by strategic denial. There's Sunday night, and then a vagueish blank, and then the day when we go to an amusement park to "learn about physics"! And then a concert! It's much more relaxing this way.
Tomorrow I'm going to have a whole long post on the true meanings of bandslash and bandfic, because sometimes things get pretentious inside my head. Right now, I'm going to go write an entire essay on the role of parental conflict in Ivanhoe.
