Politics

Yes. Politics.

I have previously put quite a lot of effort into ignoring politics and all practicioners thereof. They are all tossers, and they can carry on being tossers up there in Westminister while I get on with my life.

However, it doesn't quite work like that does it? They do stupid things up there, and the shit rains down, not on their comfortably renumerated heads, but on the real people who live in this country.

We didn't even vote for this government. And why, just because I live in this country, do they have the right to tell me what to do? I was born here during pretty good times. Most of my life the global economic and political climate has been pretty comfortable, and in any case, I was too young to know anything about such things. Anyway, now everything has gone to shit, because of politicians, bankers, and other such high-up, unaccountable, and down-right shady wankers, apparently the ones who try to keep their heads down and get on with it are the ones who are going to suffer.

I am allergic to 'ist's and 'ism's. Capitalism, Communism, Anarchists, Socialists, all of them pretty much just passed me by. I'm also allergic to people telling me what to do, what to think.

But, thinking about it, I must be partly to blame for how shit everything is. I sit back, and watch the world unravel, feeling pissed off but not really doing anything about it. There must be millions like me. The apathetic angry, disatisfied yet utterly disconnected from the idea of action. How on Earth could l'il ole me make any difference in the world?

Well, maybe if we all tried, even a tiny little bit, then we could start a revolution.

So here I am, back on the Blog. This time it's to procrastinate from starting to write a new paper diary. New diary, new start, with nice clean paper and a nice expensive ink pen. So, scary. Fresh starts only stay fresh for so long, and then they start going musty and stale and end up all dirty and gross. I need a new start again, I've been a right dumbass lately. Mental issues, blah blah blah, usual stuff (see pretty much the whole rest of this blog).

So, happy stuff. I am magical and strange and changing.

Watch this space...

Writing.

It is something I'm good at. But right now I feel so burned out tired of it. This is the Sunday afternoon of creativity, after the frantic deadline-busting scramble, everything fades to grey and it is too much effort to do anything.
So I lie around and eat crisps and doubt myself and drink and have petty squabbles and submit a few things I wrote already to magazines as a poor substitute for real effort. I will never get published. I wonder what grade I'll get for my creative writing course. Maybe a fail. It is sunny and summer and everyone is light while I lie heavy and filled with doubt, as useless as a lead balloon and just as entertaining. I read. The work of others depresses me.

Writing this blog depresses me. Soon, I know, everything will come back again. This is the dormant time. But waitng. Impatience is one of my many vices, waiting for words is my least favourite thing. I need a summoning ritual. I shall create one, a sigil, a circle, an incantation to call the concepts, the muses, the burning idea which demands to be brought into life. I will create.

Time To BLOG!

Yes, I have been neglecting the blog again. But now I am back, with a whole new feature.

Friday's I'm in Love

Because this is usually a festering pit of negativity, every Friday I will post something happy and loving.
This Friday, I love the fact that I am going out tonight. Metal night at a pub, then a combined alternative and 80's night at a cool venue. I'm gonna scrub up and go out looking cool:

So. Me.

I'm writing this just to try and sort my head out. Who am I, and what do I want?

Well, I am Scabette. I'm a female human, slightly on the short side, socially inept, and over-thinkative. I love to write. I'm trying to eat more natural foods and use more natural beauty products instead of dubious chemicals. However I don't know if I can give up hairspray or dye. I'm sensitive to sugar. I dress to make a statement and love playing with looks and outfits. I love attention. I'm shy. I don't take criticism well. I'm learning (slowly) to cook. Currently I can make stir-fry and vegan masala. Next I think I'll learn proper home-made soup. Music is special to me and Amanda Palmer is my favourite artist. Also love Rammstein, Siouxsie, Bauhaus, Placebo, Sexgang Children, Einsturzende Neubaten, Sigur Ros, Goteki, Nick Cave, Tom Waits, a mssive list of utterly disparate influences. Music makes me a stronger person.

I love books. Stories. I love looking at art and finding beauty in unexpected places.

I am conflicted. I don't know where I'm going. I want a tattoo on my head where my hair's shaved for my failhawk. I love people but I always feel lonely.

I need to get out of my head, it sucks in here.

Click this link.

Oil companies are still evil.

Things I have learn from American movies

I want to be attractive, because obviously being attractive makes you worth more as a person. Ugly people are only for comic relief, or are in fact evil supervillains. Ugly women are the most horrendous thing ever and have absolutely no value whatsoever. Fat women are unacceptable. Fat men can be funny but only if they are jolly and/or losers (see also, Seth Rogen). A physically unattractive man can pull a beautiful woman because she will see his other good qualities. A physically ugly woman will never end up with a hot man, unless she undergoes a miraculous tranformation. Intelligent women are always either frigid bitches or bespectacled nerds. They will always terrify the male characters. If a couple break up, they will be petty and cruel to each other. People will always feel more sorry for the man. Women are usually teachers or secretaries. If they have high-flying careers then this will be seen as an anomaly. No woman ever in the history of everything has ever had stubbly legs. Periods exist only so people can make PMS jokes. Men are expected to have good jobs, always, and be inept at all childcare or domestic chores. All women can cook, unless they are ditzy (in which case they will probably also be blonde.) All women are horny, all the time, unless they are unfairly denying sex to the downtrodden man. Men can eat whatever they want without putting on weight. All attractive women weigh 120lbs or less. They too can eat what they want, but will never be shown finishing a meal. Women hate other women and care more about men than their friends. They will talk endlessly about men but never about themselves. A woman can only be fulfilled if she is in a long term relationship and preferably married. However marriage for men is a terrifying prospect which should be avoided for as long as possible.
This entire post is only one of the many many reasons that movies annoy me.