Cell phones are back on now.

For the next week or so, no one will be able to reach me by cell phone. Nor home phone, possibly. My only real means of communication right now is the Internet.

So if you've got to reach me, that's how.

Thanksgiving Day this year consisted of work, turkey, and karaoke.

Good times.

Even though I had to hear my uncle Chuck sing "Sweet Home Alabama."

You worthless fucking pile of shit ( Read more... )

I must see this.

So I decide to stop by Guitar Center today, to ask my hookup there about cheap, noisy guitars (for a future doom-drone project I'd like to do). I fiddle around for a bit, and am ready to head out when I notice Gehrheim idly leaning against what I consider one of the holy grails of bass amplification:


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So, the mate and I have begun doing something we've (or I, at least) always intended to do, but until recently could never realy get started on: collecting vinyl LPs. Classic metal, mostly, but we'll pick up anything that gets our attention. So... our small collection so far ( Read more... )

"If, as Terry implies, it is the God of the Bible whose 'wisdom' I should prefer, I confess to being puzzled by the idea that I should consider a being who consigns anyone who does not worship him to his satisfaction to an eternity of agonizing torment as 'wise,' when my own, pitifully inadequate notions of human wisdom tell me that a being like ( Read more... )

Yeah, my LJ entries are often very quick and very vague. So, at the request of those who wanted my last post expanded upon, I will now... er... expand upon it ( Read more... )

Before tonight, I never thought I'd be able to say "The drummer from The Absence broke into my car so I could get my keyless entry out from inside it, so they could follow me in their tour van to the House of Pies," and actually mean it.