Absence

Sorry I've been MIA. I've been super busy at work. Rest assured, though, when I get the chance, I've got tons to write about. In the meantime, catch up with my other blog. Dork free with the same laughs and a little extra insight. Oh, and a lot more bitching. And toilets.

My roommate just told me that the Yeah Yeah Yeah's are the Pixies of "our" generation. I had to stifle my urge to smack him and instead responded that the Pixies are actually the Pixies of my generation. I always knew the guy was a little musically inept, but jesus christ, really?!?!?!? The only good thing to come out of the Yeah Yeah Yeah's was Head Wound City and the countless nights I spent alone in my room, drunk on whiskey and crying to "Maps."


Speaking of whiskey drunk, I kinda woke up like this last week with a few little embarrassing details left out. Amazingly, I wasn't hungover. I think I was so drunk the night before I transcended mere regular drunkness.

Happy Friday the 13th

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It's not easy to give me nightmares, but what the hell, EA? What. The. Hell?

Mid-Season Trades

Even though it's only 2 episodes into its "3rd Volume," fuck to Heroes. This past Mondays episode was a complete waste of my time. The only redeeming quality was Sylar's story and his new protege, that one kid from that one thing I saw not too long ago. That and my millionth time seeing the Watchmen trailer. Aside from that, I got to watch the same fucking scene play out over and over and over again for an hour. I wanted death.

So, I'm pretty much over that show. It's like every relationship I've ever had: it started out cool as shit but ended up becoming a ridiculous mess that no one wanted to be a aprt of any longer. What a letdown. My new night to look forward to is Tuesdays for Fringe, basically making my most beloved TV viewing nights those which are dominated by JJ Abrams shows. And to think I nearly gave up on that show a few months ago because it wasn't holding my attention. That mothefucker went from 0 to 100 in from out of nowhere. I can't even believe I'm watching the same show now. It's getting in-fucking-sane. It started as an X-Files rip-off to this show about powers and multiverses and wars between dimensions and all sorts of trippy shit. Considering who created the show and where LOST has gone, how am I even surprised? My only gripe is that it is taking yet another hiatus and will be back on in April. What the fuck, Fox?

As an added bonus to Fringe, I saw a badass preview of Watchmen that literally brought tears to my eyes. March 6th can't get here fast enough. And speaking of movies, I don't know how much time you have left, but go see My Bloody Valentine 3D while you still can. In Orlando, it's at Universal (midnight showings only) and on the digital screen at Disney (for $12, but hot damn what a way to drop that kind of cash). Don't forget kids, Jason Vorhees makes his "re-imagined" appearance this Friday!!!!

Great Job!

I'm free to blog at work again!!! The managers I was training have left and now I can dick around as usual. It's even easier now because our systems are down at work, giving me absolutely nothing to do.


Get your poke on

SO, I finally got to see the Tim and Eric Awesome Tour this past Friday night. It truly was awesome. And courtesy of my pal Brian and his awesome Christmas present to me, I got to sit in VIP, which, I found out, doesn't really have any benefits other than getting someone to bring your drinks to you. Our server was pretty, though. A little too skinny, but pretty. We also got the opportunity to meet Tim's parents. Kinda neat.

On the flipside, I had to miss O'Death on Thursday because of A) a lack of money and B) not knowing if I'm going to have a job in a couple of weeks or not, which directly relates to the severity of A. I was supposed to hang with the Hex Tremors for all of their dates with O'Death in FL and do roadie-type things, too. Damn it all. I just read on Octohawk's blog that she was able to go and now that I know she, too, is a fan of the band, I'm happy she was able to attend. Still, it would have been nice to have finally met her in person. I'm finding the girl's got impeccable taste in music.


Get your broke on

You know who else has impeccable taste in music? Me. I've been on a weird DEVO/Wall of Voodoo/Modern English kick of late. Sometimes you gotta take a few steps back to move ahead. In fact, I think I may have just stumbled upon my topic for this post.

Let's talk One-Hit-Wonders.

Good lord, how I loathe that term. It is strictly based on record sales and has nothing to do with the actual talent of the bands unlucky enough to fall under this category. What's worse is that every time you attend an 80's Night, that's all you hear. Forget the fact that a lot of these groups have incrdible, extensive catalogues. Nope. We're just going to focus on the one song that has been shoved down everyone's throat for the last 20-odd years. As you can see, I'm pretty annoyed by it.


The image matches the sound

Let's take a look at Wall of Voodoo. What song do we know from them? "Mexican Radio." A truly awesome song, no doubt, but for fuck sake! The guys have 2 full length albums and an EP! (That's not really true, but those are the albums that Stan Ridgway is on. Anything released after he left really isn't WOV to me. Though "Happy Planet" is pretty good.) They are so much more than just one song!! They gave politically and socially fueled, creepy, spaghetti western new wave a place in music history and have influenced a lot more bands than people realize. They're honestly right up there with DEVO. In fact, they used to perform with them a lot in the early 80's.


In this case, pay no attention to what they look like

How about Modern English? Good God, I am so sick of "Melt With You." I really am. That song is so out of place with their overall sound, you'd be surprised it's the same band. The hit single came from their second album called "After the Snow." I read something recently that stated this album was their more poppy, radio freindly album after their first release, "Mesh and Lace." I don't recall who wrote that, but they're idiots. There's nothing poppy or radio friendly about that record, with the exception of the single. It's a beautiful, lonely sounding album, with "Melt With You" being a scar on it's visage. It's more likely to be played at I Bar's goth night as opposed to Thursdays or Fridays. Do yourself a favor and find "After the Snow." It's out of print, but you can always download it. Trust me on this one.


After the Snow

This is all I've got for now. I tried to make this post somewhat funny, but I'm pretty passionate about the mistreatment of good 80's bands. Maybe I'll write about some of the goofy movies I watched this weekend. In the meantime, I'm going to get back to work. I get antsy when I've messed around on the internets too much.

In The Shit

I haven't really been regularly following people's blogs this week. Nor have I been writing anything new. I've been training the managers from Nashville all week on how to do my job, so they can go back to TN and train their people, wherein I will get laid off. It's amazing how these big corporations work us peons. Being utterly disposable feels so good.

So, yeah, I've been kinda busy. But, believe me, I'll have plenty of time on my hands to blog before too long. I'll also probably be doing it from Asheville, NC.

Is it me, or was tonight's LOST kind of predictable? Oh, and the new season of Torchwood is coming on soon, and what's shown in England will be synced up with what's shown here on BBCA, which I think is pretty cool. No more waiting to see what gender (or species) Captain Jack is going to try to fuck that week, knowing the Brits have known 4 months in advance. (Thank god for torrents.)