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I was going to recommend the Bas-Lag series, too, although I don't consider the endings in the first two books entirely ambiguous. All the protagonists (can't really call them heroes) are either dead or utterly soured on the existence they call life. Okay, one of them might actually be kind of happy, not that it means much anymore. Poor word choice on my part, I apologize.
So... after an 8-hour walk in strong wind, my hair looks a lot like this... it's almost enough to make me convert to the hair-gel users' club.
Bob Dylan - "I Threw It All Away"
hair is weird. This is why I shave my head. I concur. But I live in places that get some of the coldest temperatures in the northeast. So I shave my head in the summer and slick my hair back Mike Ness style in the winter so I don't have to deal with it.
I used to hang out with a bad crew, and drank a lot and did a lot of drugs when I was 13-15. It really messed me up, and when I found out what Straight Edge was when I was 16, it was a godsend. I really got my s~*% together. Unfortunately, I took it way too seriously, and way too literally. This past summer, a friend and former co-worker told me I was wrapped tighter than anyone he'd ever met, and asked me why I didn't drink. I gave him some b$@!&$+$ reason, and went on with my day. What he said stuck in my head, though, and a month or so ago, after hanging out with him again, I had one drink. Now, keep in mind, I've got more than a few screws loose. This year, I was diagnosed with adult ADHD and severe Avoidant Personality Disorder (an anxiety spectrum disorder). I have paranoid episodes where I'm afraid to go outside. As soon as the alcohol hit my bloodstream, I was able to put all of the paranoid ideation aside and truly relax for one of the first times in nearly ten years. Since then, I've had a drink every couple of days, and it seems to be doing some good. Thanks, Cody, for telling me I was full of s&~!. I'm a better man for it, and I promise to be careful.
OK, here's a musical mystery for you: I was listening to the radio driving back from Glens Falls, and a song came on some indie rock station. It was some hipster-ish tune that seemed to be lifted whole cloth from Marilyn Manson's "The Beautiful People," only with the key changed. It was so close that I was actually able to sing along to the song with Manson's lyrics instead of hipster band's. Does anyone know this song?
Mastodon - "Creature Lives"
Pretty damn good, but this lady's more my type.
Pssword is Aeglos (as well for the sub-albums if someone is interested)I have that Iron Maiden T-shirt. Never figured you for a Maiden fan.
In other news, my genealogically-inclined family has dug up some more dirt on some of our relatives. I got this e-mail message today: Your grandfather got to thinking about your comment about Typhoid Mary Mallon. It occurred to him that there is at least one more infamous Mallon – a Kevin Mallon – who took part in the first successful helicopter prison break over in Ireland several years ago. Makes my heart swell with pride! I had to dig further, and found the following information: In 1971, IRA operatives Kevin Mallon and J.B. O'Hagan, as well as IRA Chief of Staff Seamus Twomey were incarcerated at Mountjoy Prison under suspicion of terrorism. Two years later, a group of IRA operatives (accompanied by an unknown man, possibly an American CIA agent) stole a helicopter and broke them out. After the breakout from Mountjoy, Kevin Mallon was arrested, imprisoned, and escaped at least two more times from two different prisons. A band called The Wolfe Tones wrote a song about the incident in 1973. So, along with mad scientists, mobsters, mythical demon-blooded giants, prehistoric Irish cave-dwellers, rebels, and passive disease carriers, my lineage now includes terrorists. Positively Lovecraftian, that.
Yep, that's my university alright.In his defense, that was probably way more interesting than anything anyone else did in Syracuse that night. Point taken.
But he said. after you devil locked. Man. This is hard.The Misfits aren't grunge. The Hulk's grunge. Jeez, get with the program...Since when are the Misfits grunge???+1Around 1990-something with the help of Peter David.DEVILOCK!When did the Hulk go grunge? Nice. That one got an audible from me.
MISFITS NEVER SOLD OUT! REALLY!DEVILOCK!When did the Hulk go grunge? Spoiler:
Sad thing is, I actually really like that song. The rest of the album and all subsequent releases sucked hard, but "Dig Up Her Bones" is pretty solid.
Mind. Blown.
Attack In Black - "Years (By One Thousand Fingertips)"
As far as work stories go, I think this is the best one I've got. Up until about two months ago, I was a junior laborer at a garage and truck service station. My job was to change oil, change tires, and clean the shop--basically anything the mechanics didn't want to do. The station was in the middle of nowhere outside of Ticonderoga, NY, at the intersection of two main highways: NY Route 9N and NY Route 22/Route 76 to Interstate 87; so we had a lot of out-of-towners coming through, as well as a lot of truckers hauling lumber and building materials. One day, the head mechanic, Floyd, notices that a car is stopped dead in the middle of the intersection. As we watched, a woman in her sixties and a teenage girl got out of the car and started to walk towards the garage. Floyd figured that her engine stalled, so he sent me and the senior laborer, Cody, out with the tow truck to get the car. We meet the old woman halfway there, and ask her what happened. She insisted that as she was coming down the road near the intersection, the wheels just stopped turning, and the car skidded to a stop. She also added that she thought the car was out of gas. Cody and I shook our heads--this happened all the time. People coming from I-87 thought that they could coast down the mountain on fumes and pull into our gas pumps, but often ran out of steam halfway down. When we went to hook up the winch, however, we found a different story. The left front wheel was jammed into the wheel well sideways, the axle bent nearly at a 45-degree angle. The source of the problem was readily apparent: a clearly visible, football-sized rock jammed between the axle, the wheel well, and the brake assembly. When we towed the car back to the shop, we tried to explain to the woman what happened. Her reaction was priceless: Woman: "How'd that rock get there."
It went on like this for about fifteen minutes until she finally gave up and let Floyd repair the damage. F!*&ing tourists.
This is my absolute favorite. In all likelihood these idiots at Verizon were in the room next to me when I worked at this call center that had multiple contracts. That just made my week.
Yup. We have trees here and everything. You must be a new yorker, the rest of the country thinks the entire state is paved... Damn straight. I'm originally from Syracuse and grew up two hours north of Albany.
Ah, downstate New York...
I had this urge to have salsa and nachos for dinner. So, I poured a bunch of salsa into a bowl, added a bunch of sharp cheddar cheese, and then grabbed the sour cream. The expiration date was 14 OCT 11... :( ...and it sure tasted good! :D About a month back, my mother hired me to do some heavy duty cleaning and repair in her garage and basement. While I was at the house, I looked in the refrigerator, and, to my horror, found a whole mess of condiments (and beer) that had expired when I was in F#+~ING MIDDLE SCHOOL. Thanks, mom.
Given that this is free internet advice from a stranger with no background in medicine: Why not just get a pill cutter and cut the dose to something manageable? Not ideal, but better than being sick every time you take your meds. I thought of that too, but I'd have to cut the pills into thirds, and take two-thirds of a pill every day. And on top of that, the pills themselves are made of a coated compressed material that shatters when you try to cut them, making it impossible to get a measured dose. Of course, it's all a moot point now. The doc found out that the drugs were what was causing my recent stomach ulcers, and I had to stop taking them.
Mt. Eden - "Omen"
I would tend to agree with that statement. "Emerald" is my favorite Thin Lizzy song.
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