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Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
My response: being into a band since the mid-80s, is no excuse. There are bands I loved during that time, that I don't now. I've loved the Doors since I was 9. That was 30 years ago. And I've come to realize, that I can't always defend Morrison. He was a drunken bafoon on many occasions, that wrote poetry that was brilliant, but also some that was cryptic and just plain sucked. The lyrics for Metallica songs aren't anything special. I took the lyrics for what is one of their most popular songs (at least one of the ones that got the most requests when I worked at a heavy metal station). Tell me if this is REALLY good songwriting: Master Of Puppets End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths construction Taste me you will see more is all you need you're dedicated to how I'm killing you Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Needlework the way, never you betray life of death becoming clearer Pain monopoly, ritual misery chop your breakfast on a mirror Taste me you will see more is all you need you're dedicated to how I'm killing you Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after? Master, Master, You promised only lies Laughter, Laughter, All I hear and see is laughter Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries Hell is worth all that, natural habitat just a rhyme without a reason Neverending maze, drift on numbered days now your life is out of season Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master— March 14, 2009 3:11 a.m.
Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
Okay...I got this emailed response from magic regarding Metallica: i dont know if i can give 10 reasons why i love metallica. one should be enough. you have to realize that i am an old metalhead, into metallica since the mid 80s. i will be glad to provide you with some reasons why i like them. they're metal. i love the lyrics. they are loud, fast and hard, just like i like my sex. i have met them on a few occasions, and found that they are very kind and gracious to their fans, and talking with them at the moment they will make you feel that you are the most important person in the world. they put on a KILLER SHOW...every time. i am never disappointed. but whether these reasons are good for you, is up to you. kinda cool that you followed up on this, and i hope you are satisfied with the answers. btw, yeah, lars is annoying, and that whole oh boo hoo you are stealing our music was a little over the top for them. but i am a forgiving fan...they will always be my favorite next to megadeth. i hope you too, have a nice and eventful weekend and a safe friday the 13th. xoxo— March 14, 2009 2:57 a.m.
Stupid is as Stupid Does -- Facebook rants, Poisonous mushrooms, and more
Oh believe me...I'd much rather have a world without idiots, and nothing to blog about. The roads would have a lot less traffic and accidents, my movies would be free of talkers, and restaurants wouldn't keep screwing up my order. Ahhhh...it's blissful just thinking about it.— March 14, 2009 2:56 a.m.
Going Back to My Old School
Don't give me too much credit for that. Today I went walking with my dog, and I made the mistake of only having one bag with me. I used it. Then my dog decided 10 minutes later, that he wasn't done. As he's taking care of business a second time, I'm looking around, feeling like someone probably does before they break into a car and not wanting anyone to see me standing there.— March 14, 2009 2:55 a.m.
Punching Women and Shooting Burglars
well bug....you know what's odd? I defend the NRA with all my liberal friends I argue with. I believe in gun ownership. But ya know what else I believe? That if ANYONE fires the gun you own, you should be responsible. Kind of like if you own a pit bull. If someone comes to your house, whether that's your Aunt Betty or a salesman, if they are mauled by your animal, you should go to jail. For a long time. I'm reading a book on Pete Maravich right now. Just got to the part where his mom, who was an alcoholic that suffered depression, shoots herself with the husbands gun. He is grieving, saying he feared she might do that if she found the gun, so he hid it where she would never find it. With the bullets in another location he assumed she'd never find. To me, he should've been charged with something. Especially knowing of her mental state. Is that too much to ask from gun owners? That they be liable for the people that find their guns and do bad things with them? It's just like the fact that I don't smoke cigarettes, but feel bars should decide if they want you to smoke in them or not...not the government. Yet, if you throw a cigarette out your car window, because you're too lazy to use the ash tray that comes with the car, I think you should be fined $5,000. It may be extreme stuff, but I think you need extreme laws to keep people from doing stupid s***. Like leaving guns lying around.— March 14, 2009 2:53 a.m.
Escorts & Engagements
MsG...I don't "hoard" my single status. I mention it sometimes, when I feel it relevant to a topic on hand. I just always say people that marry before the age of 30 are making a bad decision. An example would be to think about someone that broke your heart when you were a teenager. You would've married that person, and think about that now, how disasterious that would've been. Re: "best friend", the phrase has a meaning. And spouse ain't it. Simple as that. I'll give you an example. Let's say your husband has a new secretary, that's 20 years younger, and super cute. You meet her at the company Christmas party (assuming the company didn't go under, like every other business seems to be). And he introduces you to the secretary as "...this is my best friend, Sylvia Grant." I'd be willing to bet you nudge him in the side, cough, and say "Uh, his wife." Josh Hoard— March 14, 2009 2:48 a.m.
Going Back to My Old School
I think there was one occasion where I had to go into a bathroom at an elementary school 10 years ago. And I thought the same thing. I've seen on a few TV sitcoms (and the movie The Squid and the Whale), where adults go to talk with a teacher, and are forced to sit in a small, tiny desk that they can barely fit into.— March 13, 2009 10:26 a.m.
Stupid is as Stupid Does -- Facebook rants, Poisonous mushrooms, and more
Hmmm..interesting point. If my girlfriend read my blogs, she would've corrected me. Hehehehehehehehehehe. The only thing I thought of, as I typed it, is that the possibility exists of HER breaking up with me, and not vice versa. I remember as a kid, playing basketball with adults, and loving the various phrases they said about their wives. One might say "My first trophy wife," and things like that. Never cared for the phrase "my old lady," though. It sounds like you married an 80-year-old! Didn't like "ball and chain" (good Janis Joplin song, though). If you marry someone that becomes a "ball and chain," well, I blame you for being the idiot that married a person like that.— March 13, 2009 10:24 a.m.
Delta Spirit
I saw them perform on Jimmy Kimmel. Great set.— March 13, 2009 1:43 a.m.
Going Back to My Old School
This post might be the funniest thing I've read in weeks. First, the "hold please". Then, the Johnny Fever sign off. I only saw that episode once, and that little pause, before he says "booger" was just so classic. No, I didn't have a snot problem. Not until I started crying, of course. My mom often says to me "It sounds like you were a baby when you were a kid. You were always crying." But, it's just the fact that I remember everything. I can tell you a million things I did in kindergarten. Most people can't. And, I guess I was really shy and on the sensitive side. I remember a teacher, Mr. Cobb (who was wonderful) was making fun of me once in class. I started sobbing, after the whole class laughed at me. I couldn't help it. I was in 3rd grade. Although, I never cried in high school, even when during basketball practice I jumped for a bad pass, and someone got underneath me, and I landed right on my back.— March 13, 2009 1:41 a.m.