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Apathy Club, Fucking Music Time, What the Shit is Wrong With This Island, Friday

George was bored. George was considering not even showing up for Apathy Club. Except, let's be honest, she was too bored not to go.

And so, she went. And she was just going to sit there, this week, in silence, to wait and see if anybody else would start talking if she waited long enough. Interesting experiment.

Except Fandom had other ideas. Because there was an (admittedly awesome) punk guitar riff, and then -- that voice, singing? That was her.

... okay, so 'singing' was a generous term. So what. It was punk. You didn't need decent vocals for punk.

I went down to the beach and saw Daisy, and she was all, like, 'Ehhhhhhhhhh'
And I'm like, whatever!

Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like, 'Hey, aren't you that girl --'
And I'm like, yeah, whatever!

So later, I'm at the pool hall, and this girl comes up and she's all, like, 'Ungggggh'
And I'm like, whatever!

'Cause this is MY United States of Whatever!
And this is my United States of Whatever!
And this is my United States of Whatever!

And then it's three AM, I'm on the corner wearing my leather, this dude comes up and he's like 'Hey, punk,'
And I'm like, yeah, whatever!

Then I'm dicking off in class, Professor Farnsworth comes up and he's like 'Hey I thought I told you -'
And I'm like, yeah, whatever!

Then up comes Jono and I'm like, 'yo, Jono, what's up?' and he's like 'Nuthin' and I'm like 'That's cool'

... 'Cause this is MY United States of Whatever!
And this is my United States of Whatever!
And this is my United States of Whatever!

George fucking hated this island. And all of you. Except, apparently, Jono.

At least the song hadn't been about happy shit?

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Doing something that could reasonably count as a hobby. Why not.

Or fucking laugh at George's outburst into song. If so, fuck you, George hopes you die. And more importantly, that you yourself end up singing like the tool you are.

This is where you ping in either to sing something solo or to start a verse of something and get everyone else to join in. Because if we don't have an emo-fest navel-gazing sing along today, then we have failed as an Apathy Club.

Fairly self-explanatory.

Whatever.

George will find a way to kill him.

She might sing again.

A: I ♥ Sifl & Olly.

B: Jono gets to be the person George doesn't hate. Congrats on that one, Jono.

C: Squid.

And George was going to start things off with Nirvana (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wev8W9PDAg), apparently. Because she hadn't sung enough yet.

It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid
It's so relaxing to know that you're asking whenever you get your way
It's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, it's starting to sound all the same

I miss the comfort in being sad
I miss the comfort in being sad
I miss the comfort in being sad

(anyone want the next verse? bueller?)

SIFL AND OLLY. YES.

Farnsworth was actually not at the club meeting today; he had sent Fake Robot Farnsworth (http://theinfosphere.org/Robot_Farnsworth) in his stead, which was a very realistic looking representation. It even moved in the same jerky arthritic movements.

Fake Farnsworth Robot was not programmed to sing, but it was programmed to insist that it wasn't a robot. So a compromise was made (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_oMD6-6q5Y):

"I’ve been hanging with the unloved kids
Who I never really liked and I never trusted
But I am so magnetic, I pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
I don’t pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and sing

I’m vulnerable, I’m vulnerable
I am not a robot
I’rm loveable, so loveable
But I'm just troubled

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Can you teach me how to feel real?
Can you turn my power on?
Well, let the drum beat drop

Guess what? I’m not a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot"

Who knew Robot Farnsworth could have such a vocal range?

Edited 2010-11-05 14:25 (UTC)

Every week, consistently the best OCD threads ever. <3

Jenny Sparks

Jonothon Starsmore

Naturally, Jonothon wasn't going to laugh.

No, no, he was going to hang around the back and glower a little more than usual. He couldn't be affected by this stupid thing even if he wanted to be.

Squall Leonhart

Squall was going to pound on the desk and sing a completely different song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjNn4bbbgSw&ob=av2e). And start it in the middle, even. Why? Who the fuck cared?

There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance life has become
Cumbersome

Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me less and I'm wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome

And George couldn't even enjoy the fact that he was singing. Why not? Oh, because it seemed to be her turn again. On a completely new song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGQaXWXcmLc), no less.

What if I wanted to fight?
Beg for the rest of my life?
What would you do?
You said you wanted more
What are you waiting for
I'm not running from you

Come, break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

Edited 2010-11-06 02:00 (UTC)

There was only one possible response (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcCS8AK6csg). George was just upset that Fandom had picked her to deliver it.

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto

Thank you very much, oh, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, oh, Mr. Roboto
For helping me escape just when I needed to
Thank you

Even bears have heart attacks!

Awwwww, you make me wibble. And squee. Wibble-squee?

I'm just glad it's not just me getting a kick out of them. It's kind of my favorite part of running the club, I think. ♥

They were apparently in an emo-off. And they weren't NEARLY whiny and depressing enough, yet. Squall upped the ante (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd9OhYroLN0&ob=av2n).

There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self-control
I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence
I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

You know what helped, in an emo-off? To get Morrissey (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoiO0r0AoAA) to write some lyrics for you.

I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

(I know, I linked to a cover, but I like the cover version better. No disrespect to Morrissey intended, zomg.)

It helped, sure. It didn't WIN, though. Not when there was more emo to be found elsewhere (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2s3iGpDqQpQ&ob=av3e).

Hey, I'm feeling tired
My time is gone today
You flirt with suicide
Sometimes that's OK
Do what others say
I'm here standing hollow
Falling away from me, falling away from me

Day, is here fading
That's when I'm insane
I flirt with suicide
Sometimes kills the pain
I can't always say
'It's gonna be better tomorrow'
Falling away from me, falling away from me.

Beating me down, beating me, beating me down,
Down, into the ground, screaming so sound,
Beating me, beating me, down, down
Into the ground

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