When I was a kid, I’d always imagine that flickering stars were actually stars that were on the verge of collapsing and forming black holes or something, because you know, that’s what dying stars do sometimes. However, stupid 20 year old me had to go and look it up from NASA and, and it turns out that the only reason stars flicker is because the various layers of our atmosphere refract light differently. I hate you Science for crushing the hopes and dreams and fantasies of my childhood.
I need to flail around and scream my head off and act angry more often, and that’s really the only moderately positive way I can get that out of my system (aside from that last Tavern show where my energy level was 0 because I had been awake since 5 that morning to take a sequence of car rides and plane rides to make it to that show from PA). Also, the world needs more house shows. I feel so much more comfortable when people are actually in my face during a show than a few feet below me off a stage.
So it’s only three weeks into 2011, and my love and passion for metal has already been reawakened in a big way, thanks to two incredible albums from two incredibly random places. How random? Well, how does blackened death metal from a group of Canadians and a symphonic black metal album tinged with Hungarian folk music from a group of Soviet born Israelis strike you? If it isn’t obvious by now, (which it probably isn’t) I’m talking about Mitochondrion’s Parasignosis and Arafel’s For Battles Once Fought respectively. They’re incredible. Buy them, download them, steal them from someone, do whatever. Even if you hate extreme metal, the folksy bits in For Battles Once Fought might make it pretty accessible.
Quote from a foodnetwork.com review, “I didn’t have manchego cheese, so I just substituded a store brand Fiesta Blend cheese.” There are so many things wrong with that statement. A store blend of crappy, flavorless, processed cheese is not a substitute for something like manchego, not to mention the fact that you’d be replacing a traditional Spanish raw sheep’s milk cheese with a bastardized blend of “Mexican cheeses” that would be cows milk cheeses if you’re lucky enough to not get processed oil based nastiness. Maybe I’m just a food snob.
Cat fights are the most annoying things on the planet. Just shut up. Please. Neither one of you is going to get any closer than 25 feet to the other one, so just quit trash talking and vacate the area under my window. I have important human things to do.
“I’ve got two yellow, two purple, four orange, and two red…it’s a perfect pack!!!”— Sara Jones - She “has” to chew equally on both sides of her mouth, hence her freaking out about how perfect a pack of Fruit Smiles with even numbers of every color is. I love a crazy person.