Have you ever heard of a magical object called the Palantir? There is no such thing in reality of course, but in certain certain circles (or should I say in certain rings) they are well known to the nerdy and bookish. It was a magical seeing-stone, something like a crystal ball, that allowed glimpses of the future and the revelation of secrets. ( Read more... )

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About a year ago an idea came to me that a great conjunction was approaching. The month, day, and year would all be numbered "6." What a perfect opportunity to put on the most Satanic concert of the millenium ( Read more... )

Six months.
Two hundred hours stolen by piece.
Eight thousand dollars spilled from three shot glasses.
A tectonic upheaval in the landscape.
Introspection, depression, despair, atonement.

The clouds have passed. The sun is out.
November 14th is finally over.

How many times have you ever wondered to yourself, hmm... I wonder what people are saying about Sam's band in Japan?

Or maybe Russia?

Poland?

Germany?

Coming soon: Australia and Madagascar!

I love these Alabamian flyers.

this one has the wrong date on it. No triskaidekaphobia here.

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I do not want to ever hear anything from these bands ever again. Seriously. The next person who plays this crap is going to get a telephone pole in their ear, a telephone pole which is on fire and filled with stingrays and army ants ( Read more... )

Another skin slithered out of. Another sloughing away of dead flesh. Another New Year's Day. Another immolation, another birth, another blinking emergence into the light. The sky looks different today,... it seems that Mars, heavy with rain at last, has fallen into the sea ( Read more... )

The countdown to extinction resumes ( Read more... )