Shit, I forgot to mention...

I'm going to New York tomorrow.

That should be pretty fun.

kthnxbai.

Twenty Years

(From Wikipedia)

#	Title	Producer(s)	Length
1.	"Head Like a Hole"	Trent Reznor, Flood	4:59
2.	"Terrible Lie"	Trent Reznor, Flood	4:38
3.	"Down in It"	Trent Reznor, Keith LeBlanc, Adrian Sherwood	3:46
4.	"Sanctified"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer	5:48
5.	"Something I Can Never Have"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer	5:54
6.	"Kinda I Want To"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer	4:33
7.	"Sin"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer, Keith LeBlanc	4:06
8.	"That's What I Get"	Keith LeBlanc, John Fryer	4:30
9.	"The Only Time"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer, Keith LeBlanc	4:47
10.	"Ringfinger"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer	5:40

Happy Birthday, Pretty Hate Machine. You spawned my all-time favorite song (Sin), and my all-time favorite guilty pleasure (That's What I Get) and even though you're twenty years old -- and I was one when you came out -- you still manage to sound fresh as new with every listen. Thank you, Trent Reznor, for making this album.


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Now playing: Nine Inch Nails - Sanctified
via FoxyTunes

EXTRA! EXTRA!!!

(Yes, I know I'm breaking the Trent embargo. Won't happen again.)

So, Trent Reznor got married tonight. Big fucking deal.

I'm posting this to celebrate that TR has officially abandoned whatever was left of his sanity singlehood.

PRETTY HATE MACHINE
Initial favorite: Head Like a Hole
Actual favorite: Sin
Song I usually skip: Kinda I Want To
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Ringfinger

BROKEN
Initial favorite: Gave Up
Actual favorite: Happiness in Slavery, Physical
Song I usually skip: Pinion
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Wish

DOWNWARD SPIRAL
Initial favorite: Hurt
Actual favorite: Eraser
Song I usually skip: The Downward Spiral, I Do Not Want This
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Heresy

THE FRAGILE
Initial favorite: The Fragile
Actual favorite: Just Like You Imagined, Underneath it All
Song I usually skip: FUCKING NONE cause it's The Fragile. Not even Ripe (With Decay)
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Somewhat Damaged, La Mer

WITH TEETH
Initial favorite: The Hand that Feeds
Actual favorite: Sunspots, Beside You in Time
Song I usually skip: Don't skip them, but after listening to Every Day is Exactly the Same and Only so many times, I'm kinda bored by them now.
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: All the Love in the World

YEAR ZERO
Initial favorite: Survivalism
Actual favorite: Hyperpower!
Song I usually skip: Zero Sum
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Capital G, Meet Your Master

GHOSTS I-IV
Initial favorite: 1 Ghosts I
Actual favorite: 4 Ghosts I
Song I usually skip: Uhhh, this sucks, but I skip most of the Ghosts.
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: 19 Ghosts III

THE SLIP
Initial favorite: Letting You, Head Down
Actual favorite: 1,000,000
Song I usually skip: Ahh... Corona Radiata, 999,999, Demon Seed
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Echoplex

Congrats to the bride and groom. I give them three months.

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Now playing: Lullabye Arkestra - Ass Worship
via FoxyTunes

OH HELL NO!!!

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!! Gvujbwduwgdbidhgwuasjnbwugdvwjhdbwuhgdxvwjd xbhusdvxihjwnd bhwegdojkw dkjhbwjknb2wieho2knwkqh hwqsnwjhdbsj2wndkhn!!!

FUCKKKK!!!!


*sigh* You're an idiot. Fuck you a thousand times.


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Now playing: The Dresden Dolls - Coin-Operated Boy
via FoxyTunes

Heh, guess what?

So, I'm a total hipster and listen to 'cool' bloghouse bands cause in my head, that makes me cool and hip.

Tonight, I listened to the ultimate hipster manifesto: Merriweather Post Pavilion by Pitchfork's fave, Animal Collective.

I'd heard lots of praise for this album, but given my feelings for AnCo's previous albums (meh), and my reaction upon hearing they'd released a new pukefest... er, record earlier this year (meh), I didn't listen to it up until now. Reaction: Um... heh. Meh.

I don't know what the fuck everyone sees in these dudes. They're just a bunch of stoners taking drugs, fucking around with their instruments and synths after dropping acid or taking a bottle's worth of cough syrup. While, I admit, that trick worked for a lot of people, it doesn't for them. Cause it takes a whole lot of talent to be able to play anything that makes sense while stoned out of one's mind; the kind of talent these shaggy-haired dudes in gay skinny jeans and Atari t-shirts would only dream of having. I mean, they strike me as a bad, bad, bad Spiritualized ripoff, and that's the only reason those Pitchfork homos get a stiffy over this shit.

I wouldn't be surprised if this album makes number one on every major music site's end-of-year list, just like Vampire Weekend's s/t (don't even get me started on that one) did last year. The world is an ugly, unfair place.

Fuck indie. If any more Merriweather Post Pavilions get made, I'm going all metalhead on you guys.


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Now playing: Animal Collective - Brother Sport
via FoxyTunes

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-la

Ever get the feeling humans shouldn't be allowed to speak? Or even communicate at all? We're supposed to be thinking beings, and this is one of the few distinct gifts that separate us from animals, but fuck, I'm thinking, even if we do know how to speak and express ourselves and communicate with one another, we're really not that different from animals anyway.

Well, at least I am. I don't make a habit of talking out of my ass. I don't use words as weapons to debase spirits and destroy the very fabric of human emotion, even when I'm angry. I never say XOXO...

Then WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO COHABITATE WITH THE ANIMALS???

Right, because if we were all eloquent and proper when using language, we'd all be characters in Cinderella or some shit like that. In a perfect world, the ass would only be employed to perform its basic biological functions and not to speak, and the brain would be employed to analyze words and their meanings before spewing them out to the world. I bet if Cinderella had been real, she would have talked out of her ass as well.

Sometimes when I hear so much shit coming from someone's mouth, I either think of something else, or just roll my eyes out like a prize spoiled brat, or maybe, if I'm feeling daring enough, ask the individual generating the shit to please shut the hell up.

Some other times, I lose it. And then, of course, the outcome of this ridiculous diatribe, meaning the idiot's verbal diarrhea-laden retort and my agitated one and so on and so forth, whatever it be, becomes automatically my fault.

People are so stupid I feel sorry I belong to their same species. Then again, maybe I'm no better myself and don't know it yet.