So apparently the writers at Time Magazine have been really busy compiling Top 10 lists. I don't know if this is a new thing or a running feature, but, I was just on their website and they seem to have created a list for just about every topic you can think of. Regardless of whether or not it's even in dispute, this list offers pretty good evidence in support of the scientific fact that Pat Robertson is an enormous asshole.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Black Flames
Integrity recently posted a new song on their website. The track is called Black Flames, and it will be on their new record to be released on Magic Bullet records. Dom Romeo—famous the world 'round for his involvement in A389 Records/Slumlords/Pulling Teeth—has deemed this record Integrity's best material since Seasons In The Size of Days. This is high praise, and I'm inclined to agree.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Survival Is Not A Right
Nothing but one thing in life
Nature knows nothing of kind
Her cruelty wears no disguise
Do what you must just to survive
Mercy unknown
Foreign to most
Fleeting if granted at all
Breath in the lungs
Veins filled with blood
It's all that is granted for some
Comfort is nothing less than a privilege
No one is entitled to thrive
Survival is not a right
Dis-ease
Each day you open your eyes
It should only serve to remind you that survival is not a right
Nature knows nothing of kind
Her cruelty wears no disguise
Do what you must just to survive
Mercy unknown
Foreign to most
Fleeting if granted at all
Breath in the lungs
Veins filled with blood
It's all that is granted for some
Comfort is nothing less than a privilege
No one is entitled to thrive
Survival is not a right
Dis-ease
Each day you open your eyes
It should only serve to remind you that survival is not a right
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I don't even like KISS, but have you ever thought about how much Peter Criss' makeup sucks in comparison to the makeup worn by the rest of the band?
Gene Simmons obviously has the coolest makeup; I think he's supposed to be a demon. Ace Frehley is supposed to be a spaceman or something. Paul Stanley has a star over his eye—which, come to think of it, is pretty lame too—but really, Peter Criss, is made up to look like a less than enthusiastic house-cat.
Frankly, I'm just baffled at how Mr. Criss settled upon his look. If I'm sitting in a room, brainstorming ideas for cool costumes, and my friends are throwing out ideas like wearing leather batwings, fire breathing, spitting blood and wearing spiked plates of armor, I'm sure as fuck not going to follow up with, "hey guys, how about I dress up like an especially tame looking cat?"
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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