Farrah Fawcett chose a bad day to die. The King of Pop died today, and everyone in my office is really sad about it. I’ve always said Michael Jackson is one of those people whose death will stop the entire world. My world certainly has.
If I could embed “Thriller,” I would. Damn you, Universal Music Group.
I’ve been slacking on this entry, but I finally decided to get around to it. A while ago I was on twitter, acting a fool, talking about Nintendo Wii when I was hit up by Eligh of Living Legends crew and Grouch & Eligh. He was coming off kinda.. suspect. Let me show you:
Eligh replies to my frustrating tweet:
“Hey you” Hmm.. I don’t talk to any males like that. I responded:
I responded normally, gave this fellow the benefit of the doubt. Then he said:
Knowing I have a potential “hit” in the blog world, I knew I had to let him know I wasn’t playing that fruity shit:
He responded, but was unable to shake the “switch hitter” image:
That was his excuse. What I post makes it clear that I am male. Hell, he and I have talked about guy shit before. I expect album sales to plummet. Oh yeah:
I thought I’d be posting like a mad man, but I am consumed by life away from the internet. I don’t know how that happened. Whatever. Check this fly motherfucking shit out:
I wish it were a Nike SB, but like isn’t always fair. I’d say it was pretty damn close to being fair with Mastodon having their own shoes. I’ll be buying both versions of the High top. Shiiiiit.
I’m at a salon watching my girlfriend getting her hair dyed. She’s going platinum blonde.. she is unaware of my unnatural obsession with blonde hair. There was a point in time where I wouldn’t even glance over at a broad if she wasn’t blonde. She already thinks I’m overly sexual, and I don’t plan on toning it down, especially not now.
I’ve been reading the Dimebag Darrell book since I’ve been here. Its rather touching. I had to stop reading because I am an emotional person, and there’s no telling when ill break out into air guitar in the middle of this salon. RIP Dime. Id like to thank Vinnie Paul for signing my copy. When he comes to our office, I’m going to get him to sign my Rockband drumset. Hahahaha.
This is not meant to be funny, but I cannot stop laughing. People from India speaking english = motherfucking priceless. It always gets me. Some more Desi hilarity:
My reviews are ass, but at least I try, unlike Lebron James.
I bought the album on a whim. Heard a lot of people talking about the band, so I picked it up the same day I bought Master of Puppets. It was a mistake playing this album after that one, cause it’s a piece of shit in comparison.
BUT, when you pretend 80’s Metallica didn’t exist, this album is worth the 13 dollars, and the stupid time wasted in line at Best Buy. I have to admit, though, the vocals aren’t my cup of tea. There are few bands that I can stand when it comes to the shitty growl/scream thing, and Chimaira is not one of them. The music, however, is ridiculously well played. This is coming from the guy who doesn’t care much if it isn’t thrash. Immediately, from the opening riff, I thought to myself, “Whoa, this is probably going to kill,” and it did.
If you’re like me, you play your music loud enough so you feel that the drums will make your lungs collapse, and the shredding causes internal bleeding. Chimaira succeeds in doing so. Songs like “Impending Doom” and “On Broken Glass” made me feel like I had a prolapsed colon. This is more enjoyable than it sounds, I promise.
Lyrics..if I paid attention to the vocals, I would know what’s going on. Apparently this is a concept album about monkeys biting people and causing an outbreak, or so you’d think. I don’t care enough to look at the lyrics in the booklet.
Anyway, if for some reason the C’s are sitting next the letter M at your preferred record store, pick up Metallica’s Master of Puppets, otherwise, get The Infection. You won’t want to kick me in the face for the recommendation.
Favorite song: “The Heart of it All”
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