That's Business

Compliments go to Ellens for showing me this.

Sodom, South Georgia

Since last Wednesday, I've driven over 1,000 miles by myself round trip from Moorhead to Iowa. It was great to see my family again and got to eat way more food than could ever be considered healthy, but I'm okay with that.

I got to listen to a shitload of music and podcasts on the way and figured out that I listened to 10 episodes of This American Life. If you don't know what that is, shame on you and look it up on iTunes. You'll thank me later.

I managed to hang out with some old friends for a night while in town (Paige and Josh (by the way, Josh is still an asshole so it's good to see some things don't change)) and do what we do best-- hang out in a hot tub and make questionable decisions.

Anyways, I put off way too much homework over the break, but that's nothing new. I wonder why I even bring my homework with me on holidays anymore.

Suck It

I made it to Iowa. On the way I hit a deer but incurred no damage to my car.

Suck it mother nature.

"I'm Riding Blind, Stick"

Boy Finds Own Real-Life E.T.

In other news, my insurment panel on my car just shit the bed. I now have no idea how fast I am going , my RPM, my temp, or how much gas I have. It'll be an interesting ride home for Thanksgiving.

"I guess I don't remember. Guys, is it the the left or right one?"

I guess this must have been some sort of a coincidence, but it caught me off guard when I noticed what I had been listening to today. I'm just going to preface this by saying life is going pretty good for me now so I don't think it's anything in my subconscious trying to get out.

I started working on a major paper by listening to the new live album by The Killers, Live From The Royal Albert Hall (and by the way it's pretty damn good).

Once that was done, I switched over to some Slayer (it's a guilty pleasure) by listening to their album Seasons in the Abyss.

After that, I was in the mood for some Tech N9ne so I put on the first disk of his album Killer.

I ended this godawful paper up by listening to Metallica's first album, Kill 'Em All.

So just to recap, I listened to The Killers, two albums with Kill in the title, and a band who's name is a synonym for Kill. I'm definitely not going to play any more Modern Warfare 2 for a day or two.

You Summon That Demon

Alright, well maybe Between the Buried And Me isn't that kind of metal. But goddamn, on this new album there is some guitar, my friends. Only midway through the album (6 tracks total, still clocks in at 59:30), but I can already tell the latest release owns their previous, Colors. The Great Misdirect's tight production and effortless movements keep me attentive to a degree I've never known with metal. I'll keep you posted.

Nasty

Them Crooked Vultures have been on my mind since I first heard that they existed and were making music back in August and today they started streaming their album in it's entiretly.

http://bit.ly/stream_tcv

Enjoy

Hoods Up

This is a conversation I overheard between two of my roommates last night.

Giles - Logan, do you remember what we talked about last night?
Logan - Yeah, I remember
Giles - So you're not going to bitch out like every other weekend this past month?
Logan - I already told you I will try.
Giles - So when I get back from Carlton tomorrow night we're getting blacked the fuck out, right?
Logan - (with a bit of apprehension in his voice) Yeah, that's the plan.
Giles - I don't care if there are girls around that you're trying to impress or talk to. You and me are going to get so fucking blacked out that we're going to forget what time it is, our names, and how to function at a basic level. If you're able to walk or even begin to verbalize anything, you're not drunk enough.
Logan - I said I'll try, man
Giles - No. We're going to be so drunk we'll be blacker than black.We'll be so blacked out tomorrow night that Sunday morning when we wake up, we'll still be blacked out.
Me - oh god


I'm not sure I want to stay home tonight, but I feel as though I'm obligated to just so that I can document it for science even though I feel sick as hell right now.

Good times.

No More Slappin' The Bag For Me, Stich

Stiche dollars go to whoever can describe the best Halloween costume they wore or saw.



I'm going to be using the honor system on this one so I'm trusting that these accounts are truthful.