If You Thought They Wore Nice Shoes...

An Undeniable Thrist To Pick Winkles

Winklepickers are a cruel mistress. They make your life Grimm and Horror-able. But before I dive deep into the underworld that is obscure footwear, let me give you the back story of my madness.

Ladies and Bloggers, may I direct your attention to : Joshua Von Grimm

[a.k.a. Joshua Third]

• Guitarist for The Horrors
• My new band boy crush
• Beautiful
• Wonderful taste in clothes, and especially, foot wear

So if you couldn't figure it out, I have this bad habit of dressing like the adorable guylinered, tight pants wearing, band boys that I have silly little girl crushes on.

[Hehe]

Enter exhibit B : The Horrors feet

As you can see, they are all clad in an array of stunning Winklepickers. Mr. Von Grimm in particular is sporting his infamous pair of white Chelsea boots, most likely purchased from Atomic Retro. But buying those isn't good enough for me, because, you see, the most astounding Gerard Way also sported a lovely pair of winklepickers :

So what did i come up with? Well since you asked...

I decided to go on a brave quest in search of white winklepicker boots with buckles and a zipper. My quest was long and hard. I searched through miles of eBay pages and shoe sites, only to come up empty handed! I was determined to have not just any ordinary winklepicker, they MUST be white!

Then alas! One night while hunting in the wicked forest that is Google Search I found these:

True,true, they are shown in black, but fear not young bloggers, for I can get them specially made in white leather! Oh Happy Day! So now I must sell my poor drum kit [which I never played anyway. Shame.] to get the money to buy these beauties. As I said before winklepickers are a cruel mistress, a cruel £ 57.9 [$115.33] mistress. But I guess it worth it because ....

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Words of exit: I just don't like her anymore [WANT TO SHANK HER IN THE THROAT!]

WWOOOAAAHH YYYEEEAAAHHHHH!!!!

When I Was A Young Girl My Father Took Me Into The City To See My Favorite Band

Alas, The day has come that I will finally blog about my Best Day Ever! Three months ago, exactly, I, Timmy, accompanied by the lovely Cat, saw an immaculate gift to the music industry, My Chemical Romance. I can die happy now.

The morning of October 29th, 2006, Timmy and Cat awoke early (well Timmy anyway) and (once Cat rolled out of bed, after almost punching Timmy out for waking her up) trotted down the stairs of Timmy's grandmother's house in New Orleans. We recollected about the day before when we had seen Brazilian Girls, Social Distortion, and The Red Hot Chili Peppers. After long, agonizing hours of bantering about, dressing and eating lunch, we couldn't get out the house fast enough.

Once we arrived at City Park, and entered the gates of Voodoo Fest, we me up with the lovely Danni and Billie, and made are way to the My Chemical Romance stage. We go as close to the front as possible, but it wasn't close enough. Then, like a light in the darkness, Timmy spotted her darling friend Eva, along with her other friends Margot and Korrin (spelling?) up at the very front barricade to the stage. She motioned for us to come over, and the four of us squeezed our way through the annoyed crowd of black-clad, heavy-eyelinered fan-girls. Eva had a beautiful spot saved up front. Lots of standing room, due to the blankets either Margot or Korrin's (I don't remember which) mom had spread out. There was also the barricade to stand on during fits of compulsive fan-girling and we were also next to the blocked off handi-cap section, and a mother who was inside was nice enough to let us put our bags inside so they wouldn't get trampled.

Then we sat through an agonizing Pete Yorn concert. Ugh! But alas the glorious moment came! The big black curtain dropped!


Every so often you'd see the head of an infamous MCR member, especially Ray Toro sneaking behind the amps to tune his guitar. There was also a guitar tech who looked very similar to Frankie, and upon seeing this tech the fan-girlies would scream their black dyed heads off. This happened like, six times. It was hilarious every time.

So after about ten minutes of waiting My Chemical Romance finally came out in full "Black Parade" garb to a cheering crowd of hundreds (mostly girls). Then the heavens rang with the opening lines of "Dead!"

It was a truly magical moment! You see, even though MCR has been a sickening obsession of mine for years, I started doubting their existence after a while. As psychotic as it sounds, in the back of my mind I kind of started suspecting that they were just an evil government ploy to take over teen minds, or even worse, a sheer figment of my imagination! But as Gerard belted "Dead!" to the awe-struck crowd all my speculation disappeared and I was finally positively sure of their complete and total existence!

The show was more eventful than just listening to the band and staring at their beautiful faces. For one thing, someone made a condom balloon that was flying around the audience.

To add to the funny-ness, when "Cancer" began so did the sobbing emo tears. TONS of girls were bawling their eyes out. Especially one skinny chick on this guys shoulders who was crying so hard that her spray on orange tan was dripping down her face an onto her white tank top. No joke! It was kind of sad, but really funny at the same time.

Some big moments for myself (Timmy) where when, during "Welcome To the Black Parade" I extracted from my bag the respirator gas mask, put it on, jumped around like a lunatic, and got a horribly quizzical look from the darling Mikey Way. And according to my mom, some kid standing near her asked his friend "Why is that girl wearing a respirator?"

Also during either "Give Em' Hell Kid" or "Thank You For The Venom", while in the process of putting away the silly gas mask, Cat got pushed out of the way, forcing Timmy in to a real live mosh pit! IT ROCKED SO HARD! First I was a bit frightened, but then I started moshing back. Thrilling Experience! But then a bunch of guys started kicking, and rock show logic tells you that when dudes start kicking then you should get the hell out of that pit before you get your teeth knocked out (which actually happened to some girl on the other side of the stage, poor doll). I got out just in time too. When I looked around while trying to push my way out I saw my dear father pushing his way toward me through six rows of annoyed teenagers. I go out before he could reach me though. Cat also says she got a nonchalant head nod from Bob. And my mother also swears that Gerard looked straight at her. You decide:

Gerard also participated in making the show very funny. Before he started "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison" he said something along the following:

"You know this is the first time I've ever performed on a stage with a cat walk before. All I need now is a stripper pole!" That statement was greeted be a chorus of hopeful screaming from the fan-girls (myself included). He then proceeded to grab a feather boa from a man off stage and dance about with it during the song. Some other giggle worthy quotes where when he exclaimed in a British accent "Are you ready for Duran Duran!" Which didn't get as active a response at the stripper suggestion. Also right before they started "Famous Last Words" he told the wide eyed crowd "This is our last song..." in which we all moaned in sadness. Then giggling he continued "Off our new album!". It was so cute! He has such an adorable giggle!

A few songs later the concert ended, but it wasn't all sad. The rodies were throwing trash off the stage to get ready for the next set. Since we were so close to the stage I yelled for one of the rodies to throw me a water bottle that had been politely sitting at Ray's feet. He did, and it was opened (yay!) but none of us were very sure if there was actually a sip taken from it. Still I have a Ray Toro Water Bottle! My mom says I should have asked for a pick. That would have been nice too...

So all in all it truly was THE BEST DAY EVER!

Timmy and Cat had oodles of fun. If you get the chance GO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!

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Words of exit: We are all a bunch of animals who never paid attention in school, so tell me all about you problems. I was killing before killing was cool. - "Kill All Your Friends" by My Chemical Romance

Take A Deep Breath...This Will Only Hurt A Bit

HUGE posts comming up
2 to be exact
The first on Timmy's new exciting tote-bag making hobby
The second on ... brace yourself...

TIMMY AND CAT'S TRIP TO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IN CONCERT AT VOODOO FEST IN NEW ORLEANS THIS OCTOBER! THE BEST DAY EVER!

[teaser]

But while you waite whatch this vidoe of Timmy making a fool of her self to the tune of Butch Walker's "Ladies and Gentleman... "The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites!""

Join The Black Parade!

My Chemical Romance's Myspace Page

Petey, Pete, Peter, Your mother and I are very disappointed in you!

Chesus...Its been a while!

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Pete Wentz has become a canker on the hiney of music society! Despite being annoyingly pop-punk, as if this wasn't terrible enough, he has commited the worst crime imaginable.

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He has soldout!

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On the sellout scale, the worst you can be is Marilyn Manson, or so it was thought.

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Marilyn Manson soldout to the Devil, while Wentz abandoned his soul to [shudder] the GAP, and crappy white teen sitcoms.

Yes, he of the pop punk is the "Gap Lad".

With an expression on his face like "Wow, this is cotton!", Wentz exposes his right chesticle. You can almost hear him screaming "Look at my hairless moobie, you sad little pre-teen girls, look at it!"







As if that weren't enough, he was recently found making out with blonde-girl on One Tree Hill.

Not even Marilyn Manson would do that!

I (Cat, NOT Timmy) personally am sending my FOB CD to a fiery grave, possibly later tonight, oh, sevenish? I don't think Timmy condones this anti-band violence, and will not participate in my tiny bonfire (Timmy, however, does agree that Pete Wentz is a dirty sellout !). I invite you, the reader, to dispose of this dirty reminder that you ever supported Wentz in the cleanest way possible. Remember, If there is no body, there is no case.

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Words of exit: You know you're a fruit when Panic! At The Disco is more manly than you!