In which I reveal my wussiness and whine a little in a mean way

So I just watched the **** in Phoenix dvd extras, and whoa, but I never want to be on tour with Pete Wentz. Ever. I think I would kill him into tiny pieces. Also, Andy really is a ninja.

I haven't quite worked up the courage to watch the Panic one I got in my very pretty deluxe edition. Mostly because I am afraid that there will be Brendon in it being sad and then I WILL BE SAD, and then I will mope about it.  And want to smack Ryan Ross in the face. Mmm.

Also I was chatting about Pretty.Odd and here is the thing, they sound pretty much like twenty other 'indie' bands now. If it wasn't for the fact that I recognise Bden's voice and react like Pavlov's dog, I would shrug and say 'meh, those three songs are pretty but the rest are a bit like Paul McCartney on an off-day'.
Also remember when Ryan was all 'oh we don't copy our influences'? What happened to that? While I am moaning I may as well also state that the constant references to dancers and ballerinas wear very thin.

There, moan over. I want to love them again, I really do.