Gojira at the Olympics put up the Bat Signal for culture vultures that forgot metal music exists. Well, that'll because they have the retention of a goldfish, but that's beside the point. Happened recently before that with Stranger Things and Master of Puppets. This irks me as apparently it's enough to attract their attention, and they're stirring as evidenced by their objections to Gojira's lyrical content and then the subsequent turn onto Cannibal Corpse.
First off, lemme say "get bent tourist" and get that out of the way.
Secondly, Cannibal Corpse has been around since 1988. They're a horror movie with growled vocals and blast beats. They were in Ace Ventura:Pet Detective with the original vocalist. They're not just going to up and go away because some noob wieners start flinging words like problematic around.
That's the wonderful thing about metal, all the weird little sub genres. If bands like Cannibal Corpse, Ghoul, Circle of Dead Children or Dying Fetus are worrisome to you, you can go bugger off and listen to DragonForce elsewhere. Don't harsh another metalhead's mellow, maaaaaan.
It's inevitable, really. Humanity is already steering us towards the Intersection. Who do you think the mechanical elves are?
In 2718 the Omicron Epsilon, The Time Intersection, will give us a chance to reshape the Solar System. Behold the future form, praise the many manifestations of "Bob"!
So basically the whole county is shut down. Bad ice, unusually heavy snow, freezing rains, nasty temps. Got the pantry filled ahead of time, got new heater wires on the plumbing, replaced the hot lamp bulb, got plenty of wood. There's no mail, no UPS, no garbage and definitely no running to the store. I managed to get to the dump in a gap in the weather, and it shut again.
It's not as bad as it was in California, no feet of snow to shovel or chain restrictions. But it is definitely more isolated. Ah, the joys of mountain living.
So I've got a dog with depression. We've got two chiweenies, Elwood and Stimpy. Elwood looks like a pocket wolf with ridiculously huge ears. Stimpy looks like a regular Chihuahua, but with oh so soft fur. They were trauma dogs we adopted from the shelter, at about age 5 weeks, found wandering the streets, and Elwood had definitely been kicked in the ribs.
Two years later, they're my goofy little silly heads with wakeup kisses and all the snoogles (a cross between hugs and snuggles) one could ask for. Except, now there's a kitten. Scully is a beautiful little grey kitten about ten weeks old, who adores her older brothers, but constantly wants to play. Stimpy doesn't understand, he thinks she's being mean and avoids the pointy fur ball. Elwood took a shine to her the day we got her and is her big brother/wrestling buddy. Stimpy now gets sad, and sits in the corner, staring at nothing, whining to himself. We've increased his treats, I go out of my way to give him love, and basically force him to snoogle his mommy (he objects at first, but then remembers and isn't sad). Hopefully it improves soon, I hate to see the little guy so sad. Meanwhile, I'll keep sneaking him french fries and loves.
I had a sad today. Realized that with fall coming on strong, all the butterflies are going away. I haven't seen a colorful flitter bug flying around in days. Oh well.
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Now that the leaves are changing, we're officially in spooky season. And so I gotta ask, why can't vampires just eat blood in media? No, they have to act like they're giving carotid fellatio, wasting more than they're actually consuming, drenching everything from jaw to bellybutton and rubbing their nipples they're so excited to eat.
I'd think after the first decade or so it would be commonplace to eat blood as a vampire. I've had steak so good it was sublime, but never did I want to roll around with it on the table, rubbing it against my naked flesh to become one with my dinner.
When the old world and the new collide:
Feeding the wood stove earlier, and the fire set slipped. Had to grab a burning log to keep it from falling out, and burned the fingerprint off my finger. My phone doesn't recognize my finger now to open.
I wonder if this is the replacement for the ACES suit. Time to look things up!
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I swear to Crom the spam bots are out in full force. Barely Engerish sounding names, untitled pages, no posts, no nothing beyond a woman in a bikini picture. Good thing they got rid of all the dirty stuff though, right?
Through my actions, I both embody and seek Slack. Therefore, my life journey is to find myself.
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