Beware, beware. What's with this backwards movement? Creationism is mental decay in the guise of backwards protest. Shouldn't we be looking forward and not thinking backwards? Why place so much unwavering trust in text written thousands of years ago. Can we not fathom how far we have come since those dark ages? It's like a fuckin' ping-pong match ( Read more... )

Okay, so Friday: Jay, Olivia, Kerry, and I headed down to Rice Village to kickstart our weekend. We pillaged through Half-Price (again), chilled at the coffee shop next door, walked around the village, (bumping into random parties here and there), and finally having a nice dinner at Mi Luna, the (only) tapas bar in Houston. The food was great and ( Read more... )

May 14th- Bury Your Dead and the Red Chord at Fat Cat's. $10 cover.
and...
May 29th, Sunday- Terror and Sinai Beach. Yes, yes?

Hopefully Olivia, Taylor, and Kerry partake in the festivities. And now on to this four-day week with a sardonic yawn. Also, the National Day of Silence is this Wednesday, FYI. This Saturday is also looking quite bright, ( Read more... )

I first considered the religion of Dogism. The belief system made sense, but was too limiting. Dogism holds that if "you can't eat it, and you can't fuck it; piss on it." Much as I respect dogs and their gods, I could relate more to Catism, the principle religion of cats. The Five Commandments of Catism are: (1) Don't run, if you can walk. (2) Don' ( Read more... )

Oh, Mother Goose, how you bring nostalgic tears to my eyes.

The sow came in with the saddle,
The little pig rocked the cradle.
The dish jumped over the table
To see the pot swallow the ladle.
The spit that stood behind the door
Threw the pudding-stick on the floor.
"Odsplut!" said the gridron,
"Can't you agree?
I'm the head constable,
Bring them to me!"

So what's the story? Today has been nothing short of a nostalgia-fest. I rummaged through old CDs that I brought with me from the Philippines-- Oasis, Radiohead, the Smashing Pumpkins, the Cure, and Marilyn Manson. I even found my very first Slipknot CD, odd. Somewhere between "the Fight Song" and "Morning Glory" I realized that my youth is ( Read more... )

Big 1-7.
(and almost legal)

I still can't believe it. Somebody grab a shotgun and fire two bullets into my spine! I'm seventeen? Wrrd. R-rated movies, here I come! (No pun intended)

*Cephalic Carnage released their 4th album, "Anomalies," today! Shit, what are the odds?! I
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Listen to Winter Solstice. (Thanks for the musical hook-up, Andrew)

What say ye for a gathering in a Hookah bar for my birthday? Though it's on the 15th, March 19th, Saturday, would suffice. Check your calendars; I'll keep everybody posted.
By a show of comments, let me know if you're interested in attending.

p.s.
I won't be seeing Born into ( Read more... )

Open Face Surgery! Rawr, honey.
Thus Andrew (Garrigan), Brian, and I ended up getting in for free thanks to the bassist of Autumn Offering.

We were, then, idle witnesses to three fights during the opening act (metal chicks, I swear...)
*talked a bit with Travis Ryan from Cattle Decapitation before they came on stage.

I held the hand of Martin ( Read more... )

This is it, a violent take-over of epic proportions. Mommy, daddy, and Sister Magpie--- go get your gun. Fire one: bullet glazed in arsenic. Riot, riot, baby lovey-pie. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. And I'll shove this gun up your cunt and fire two shots into your clit.  [I make myself sick. You make me sick]

Baby, 'cuz when the ( Read more... )