Hey Vicky :) Im just dropping by to say that I love all of your posts! Who cares what 'anonymous' writes! Keep up the awesome work!! Love & Light :)
Wow, thanks, my friend! Maybe I shouldn’t press my luck, but dare I say that if there’s any more peace, love, and Incubus on this blog today I might just have to change my name to Baelyn?! ♥
Helloooo, Vicky! I still daydream about the m&g, concert and the whole experience! Hope everything's going well with you. I love those pics of BB and guys that you sent to Jane! Poor Jane! what dumb luck! Debbie <3
Hi, Deb! I still think about it too, and your message comes at the perfect time. You might have noticed the bit of flak I received earlier today regarding the content of my blog, and you are helping to prove a point - that it’s not all fangirl silliness. This blog, and the Incubus HQ site, have gone beyond my wildest expectations by enabling me to meet people (like you and Aileen) in real life, where we’ve all got more things going on than just Incubus. Here’s hoping that more of the virtual connections I’ve made here (like with Jane and murms-place and mspornstache, for example) will also spill over into the real world someday. I hope all’s well with you, too. Thanks for stopping by!
A morale booster for Jane, who’s got tickets for Linkubus (yay), but also a broken ankle (boo). Hope it heals fast!
Thanks to mspornstache for sending me these photos. ♥
Now THIS is one of my favorites.
Incubus - When It Comes
Incubus - I Miss You
I’m going to risk admitting that this is one of my least favorite Incubus songs, but the Yuna cover floating around Tumblr right now is forcing me to reconsider.
Yuna - I Miss You (incubus cover)
This is so lovely. It’s such a beautiful thing when you discover a new artist.
The unsung heroes of any Incubus show: the magic carpets.
(Photo by Mark Forrer, 2011)
Another peace offering for Young the Giant fans. I was at this show. VERY cute.
(Miami, September 20, 2011. Photo by Erin Marta.)
More lovely Las Vegas photos by Erik Kabik.
Las Vegas, Friday, May 25, 2012.
(Photo by Erik Kabik, from this website.)
…and now back to the program.
Miami, September 20, 2011.
(Photo by Erin Marta, from this website.)
Today’s anon posts have reminded me of something I’ve been meaning to bring up, although I can’t remember where I heard or read about it. It has to do with personality, and what your answer to the following question says about you:
If you could either fly, or be invisible, which would you choose?
The people who were discussing this were of the opinion that, if you choose flight, it means you’re courageous and fascinating and awesome, and if you choose invisibility, you’re a sneaky pathetic masturbator. Having already admitted that I’d choose to be invisible (not to mention having also said something today, if you’ll forgive me, about being in my bunk), I would dispute this assessment and defend myself only by pointing out that if you could be invisible, you’d be able to hear what people say about you when they don’t know you’re in the room, and I daresay that takes more courage than flying.
I’d be interested in what others think, particularly since, unlike me, all you guys grew up with Harry Potter, and wasn’t there a cloak that made him invisible? There’s Lord of the Rings too, while we’re at it. So I guess you could make a case for invisibility by arguing that it is, if nothing else, literary. Plus, I’m kinda liking this discussion thing that’s been happening on my blog lately.
hey! just wanted to say that your blog is really interesting to read. i just spent half an hour scrolling through it. feel a bit like stalker now x)
Another vote of confidence. Thank you, my dear! Stalk all you want. ♥
You're a better person than me. I found that anon remark to be completely offensive. And why be anon? Own your comments!
Thank you for that, and you do have a point about owning your comments. I have to admit, though, that no one understands better than I do how empowering anonymity can be, or maybe invisibility is a better word. That, combined with all my insecurities, is why you will never see a picture of my face on this blog. When I was younger, I wanted to be on the radio, because I wanted to be heard but not seen. I guess this blog is a version of that. If you’re brave enough to post pictures of yourself, then you’re the better person.
As for dear anon, I don’t know how old he/she is, so I have to give him/her a break. I could never in a million years have imagined that this time in my life would be so effing strange. I’m just grateful to have Tumblr as an emotional outlet, and even more grateful to be accepted here (sight unseen) by (most of) my lovely juniors. ♥