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Friday, February 24, 2006 |
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Curling Hits The Big Time
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006 |
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I'm Distorted
I've recently decided that I'm a huge fan of distorted vocals. I can't quite put my finger on what it is I like about them so much, but I suppose that would be like someone explaining why they like the color fuchsia. Needless to say, if you throw some music in front of me that features a raspy/scratchy/robotic vocal track, chances are I'm going to like it. Luckily for me, most artists that use them are in my general genre of musical tastes. And for the icing on the cake, most of them are big into samples too (another fav of mine). It doesn't have to be totally distorted out of comprehension for me to like it, but I think that sounds the coolest. But any sort of vocal "enhancement" gives me the goosebumps, e.g. proper use of reverb. Unfortunatly, some extreme speed/death metal bands also do the distortion thing. But in most cases I think they just sound silly. I used to call them Burp Bands, because most of the time they sound like they're just belting out burped words. You know, like you used to do with the alphabet when you were a kid. Or maybe still. I know I do. Anyway, there's really no point to this, I didn't have any other topics to post about today and I just found a new band that fits the bill so I've been thinking about it. If you're up for some freakish sound: Psyclon Nine (Their offical site is currently under revision) The best way I can describe it is that it sounds like what you'd imagine if the Cylons from the old school Battlestar Galactica formed a band. Which actually kind of makes sense when you consider their name. Hmm..... Other long-time favorites along the same lines:
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Monday, February 13, 2006 |
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Hey Hyatt, F You
Holy, holy, HOLY fuck. I'm not one to steer people away from places, cuz I can go just about anywhere and have a poor experience. However, I just can't let this one go. I received my bill today from the hotel I stayed at while I was in Denver. Looking it over just about knocked me out of my chair. Three phone calls home, no minutes listed, just charges: $10.15 $44.45 $53.40 ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? Three phone calls amount to $3 less than the nightly room rate. Please folks, when it comes to the Hyatt, just say NO. I hated this place before my most recent stay, now... Arg, can't wait to see what the finance department has to say about this expense report. Probably think I was calling 888-SEXMEUP or some shit. I'll stay at a Motel 6 before I ever even consider another Hyatt stay.
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Slightly Late
Friday Five 1. Can you dance?Recognizing the fact that there's a big difference between can and do. Yes. 2. Who is your current crush?Typically I don't go for blonds, but Jaime Pressly is smokin'. Thanks for briging her back into the spotlight Earl! 3. Tell us about a dream you remember.See previous posts. 4. Do you live with anyone, or do you live by yourself?Yes. 5. When is the last time you bled from an injury? I can't remember specifically, but whenever I get to working in the garage, the blood is sure to flow.
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006 |
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Folding
He said, son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces, And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces. For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow. Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. Said, if you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table. There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
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Sunday, February 05, 2006 |
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Well That's That
Dear Pittsburgh, I still think you suck. Regards, Me If you ask me, the better team did NOT walk away the winner tonight. Sure, they did some good things, but they also got some pretty obvious help. But the winner is the winner. It was Seattle's game to lose, and they did just that. However, in the spirit of me trying to turn this into a positive blog lately, there is a bright side to all this: Jerome Bettis will retire now and I'll never again have to see him dance around like a freakin' idiot when he scores a 1 yard touchdown. I'll also never again have to hear him sing the stupid Wheels on the Bus song in NFL commercials. Yay!
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