In response to some goofball's insistance that Amon Amarth
is the best band on the face of the planet (and possibly other parts of
the universe), I listened to three of their songs on their myspace
page and wrote real-time stream of consciousness reviews of them. Here are my findings:

Victorious March. The intro is not very inspired, kind of ( Read more... )

Are Wolf Parade this year's Arcade Fire? Would it be a good or bad thing if they were (was it a good or bad thing that the Arcade Fire was last year's Arcade Fire?) Who cares. Ignore the hype, listen to the album and decide for yourself ( Read more... )

Funny how things have a way of turning around. I feel pretty damn good about myself right now, and it has nothing to do with anybody but myself.

Stupid late night ramblings deleted.

My back is killing me and I'm going home early. Here's to lying down all afternoon.

Dear Lord. For close to a month now, there has been a mystery smell in my office. I know that it's coming from the heavy engine lab, located right below my office. What I don't know is what the hell is causing that foul stench. It might be petrolium-based, like some sort of oil or gasoline. But there's also a distinct manure-like odour as well. It ( Read more... )

I'm resurrecting this journal, sort of. But it's not going to be some half-assed response to Mike "Doug Mason" Jackson's cleverness. I'm a big enough man to admit when I've been bested, and his song rocked and completely schooled me. Besides, this journal is a joke that never really got funny ( Read more... )

Somebody put mean things about me in their signature on halifaxlocals. It's probably just Doug Mason playing a joke under a different username, or maybe one of his stinky friends. Boo!

At least Doug Mason didn't show his ugly face at the bar on Tuesday night. I don't know what I would have done. Probably gone off to a corner and cried for a while. I did meet Raddy Dave though.

It's Valentine's day. The worst day of the year. At least I can take some small comfort in the fact that Doug Mason's probably spending it alone with his porno mags.