So I finally got around to buying a Big Muff fuzzbox. Took forever, really. Dwarfs my Mountainking Electronics' Megalith fuzzbox, but ends up having a lot more empty space ('cause the Megalith is a million pounds compared to it). Either way, they both have wintastic elements about them. Epic fuzztone will be had when I finally get around to stringing them together. I won't be doing that until I get a Mountainking Magnetar. More planetshaking fuzz for planetsplitting Doom Metal of epic Doomitude.
In other news, the writers of ersatz Battlestar Galactica decided to save up 90% of all the good writing for the last episode. It's still a non sequitur with the whole idea of the series, but it was a hell of a way to wrap it up. Also, in a completely and unrelated note, probably the only Brenden Small-written Dethklok song I like, "Into the Water", has come on. There's something about it's musical construction that totally gets me off. Reminds me of all the daftness of Richard Wagner, which is terrible music, but it's awesome. And for me, that's all that counted.
New at eleven, I find it funny when Ryan (you may have heard of him, which is no bullshit), the shift operator for grave, the shift I am on, mentions truths such as the following: When women find out how much fucking money I make they will want me around. Why? I'm good for the rent, that's why. That that is more that can be said for a lot of people (especially of my graduating class, many of whom are struggling for the grad school money they will be needing). Not that this is keeping it on the down low, but I should be keeping it on the down low. I don't want to pay the rent.
Some of you probably know that it is the fourth of July today, which isn't saying much for 95.5% of the rest of the world's population. Though that's okay, a few of us care.
Anyway, who knew stylized songs about serial killers could be so fucking groovy? I mean, seriously, look up Church of Misery's "El Padrino" about Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo and tell me that that song isn't groovy. Go ahead! Do it! Be forewarned, though, it's mother fucking HEAVY. Wear earplugs or something if your shit is turned up to eleven. I don't feel like being responsible for bust-ass ear drums. I also don't claim responsibility for loved ones disowning you because you take a liking to a Japanese Stoner Doom band who has an affinity for writing awesome tunes about serial killers.
Also finally got around to buying the Gangtagrass superfan package thing. Got a signed copy in it, tee shirt, poster, Rench's Life in Mean Season and T.O.N.E-z The One No One Expected. Gewd stoof, I seh.
Last thing I'mma mention is that it's just too god damned hot, someone needs to turn down the sun.
In other news, the writers of ersatz Battlestar Galactica decided to save up 90% of all the good writing for the last episode. It's still a non sequitur with the whole idea of the series, but it was a hell of a way to wrap it up. Also, in a completely and unrelated note, probably the only Brenden Small-written Dethklok song I like, "Into the Water", has come on. There's something about it's musical construction that totally gets me off. Reminds me of all the daftness of Richard Wagner, which is terrible music, but it's awesome. And for me, that's all that counted.
New at eleven, I find it funny when Ryan (you may have heard of him, which is no bullshit), the shift operator for grave, the shift I am on, mentions truths such as the following: When women find out how much fucking money I make they will want me around. Why? I'm good for the rent, that's why. That that is more that can be said for a lot of people (especially of my graduating class, many of whom are struggling for the grad school money they will be needing). Not that this is keeping it on the down low, but I should be keeping it on the down low. I don't want to pay the rent.
Some of you probably know that it is the fourth of July today, which isn't saying much for 95.5% of the rest of the world's population. Though that's okay, a few of us care.
Anyway, who knew stylized songs about serial killers could be so fucking groovy? I mean, seriously, look up Church of Misery's "El Padrino" about Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo and tell me that that song isn't groovy. Go ahead! Do it! Be forewarned, though, it's mother fucking HEAVY. Wear earplugs or something if your shit is turned up to eleven. I don't feel like being responsible for bust-ass ear drums. I also don't claim responsibility for loved ones disowning you because you take a liking to a Japanese Stoner Doom band who has an affinity for writing awesome tunes about serial killers.
Also finally got around to buying the Gangtagrass superfan package thing. Got a signed copy in it, tee shirt, poster, Rench's Life in Mean Season and T.O.N.E-z The One No One Expected. Gewd stoof, I seh.
Last thing I'mma mention is that it's just too god damned hot, someone needs to turn down the sun.