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You Can't Win For Losing
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| By Jared - 08/13/2003 - 8:30pm |
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I am not sure what the title of this post means, but I have heard it a lot throughout my life.
It resurfaced in my brain due to recent blows to my once stable life.
I don't really have a lot to rant about today without it sounding like a pity party for me, so instead I will just post a few pictures for all your enjoyment.
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Kill Burbank Pigs
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| By Jared - 08/03/2003 - 3:40am |
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I showed up at work last week, and upon entering my parking lot I found a nice gang tag on the wall. Two days later it was removed, and then a day after that, the gang retaliated the removal with this lovely tag.
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I found this review of the Slayer album, Reign In Blood, and felt all of you should read it and go get the cd. Yes, it's almost 20 years old, but it doesn't matter. If you like metal at all, and you do not own this record, you are a pussy, and need to correct your situation IMMEDIATELY.
Widely considered the pinnacle of speed metal, Reign in Blood is Slayer's undisputed masterpiece, a brief (under half an hour) but relentless onslaught that instantly obliterates anything in its path and clears out just as quickly. Producer Rick Rubin gives the band a clear, punchy sound for the first time in its career, and they largely discard the extended pieces of Hell Awaits in favor of lean assaults somewhat reminiscent of hardcore punk (though distinctly metallic and much more technically demanding). Reign in Blood opens and closes with slightly longer tracks (the classics "Angel of Death" and "Raining Blood") whose slower riffs offer most of the album's few hints of melody. Sandwiched in between are eight short (all under three minutes), lightning-fast bursts of aggression that change tempo or feel without warning, producing a disjointed, barely controlled effect. The album is actually more precise than it sounds, and not without a sense of groove, but even in the brief slowdowns, the intensity never lets up. There may not be much variation, but it's a unified vision, and a horrific one at that. The riffs are built on atonal chromaticism that sounds as sickening as the graphic violence depicted in many of the lyrics, and Kerry King and Jeff Hanneman's demented soloing often mimics the screams of the songs' victims. It's monstrously, terrifyingly evocative, in a way that transcends Reign in Blood's metal origins. The album almost single-handedly inspired the entire death metal genre (at least on the American side of the Atlantic), and unlike many of its imitators, it never crosses the line into self-parodic overkill. Reign in Blood was a stone-cold classic upon its release, and it hasn't lost an ounce of its power today. —Steve Huey
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Greg Behrendt, you fucker...
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| By Jared - 07/30/2003 - 2:01am |
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This may be a trite ranting to some of you reading this, but it must be done.
I have recently made the acquaintance of Greg Behrendt. And I learned tonight that he used to date Janeane Garofalo. Not the Janeane of today who has lost some of her charm, but the Janeane of my days of fantasy. When she was what I jerked off to every night, HE was fucking her, for real…
Now my crush on her is not what it used to be, but I am envious of the knowledge he holds. Who knows, maybe they are horrible memories, but who cares.. For all I know, she could give terrible blowjobs, and smell like a garbage can. But she also might give tremendous blowjobs, and smell like what I used to fantasize she smelled like.
But, I'll never know, cuz I'll never ask...
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