Fenriz says "it's fuckin' diabolical."
Solstice-y!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
It's never too stuck with a useless brain hot to post
Fenriz says "it's fuckin' diabolical."
Solstice-y!
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That song is scary! I had to turn it off after only 28 seconds! I'm such a wuss.
Happy Summer Solstice to you! ♥
((Hugs))
Laura
One, I feel strangely compelled to say, does not necessarily rule out the other, to wit: 'stuck with a useless brain' and 'too hot'.
Yeah, it's over 90 here in the hills, too. The Notorious D.O.G. was panting up a storm for almost 30 minutes after the last walk.
Blame Al Gore, R.G. That's what all the hepcats do.
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laura, scary? That's one of the band's ballads.
jim, but, to wit*: does not one need a useful brain to recognize the usefulness of the cranium in determining that, despite the Venusian north pole temperature, one can indeed still post, if not entirely usefully?
*done from a staircase
if, never been that big into the gore bands.
I guess if we can't have Wotan at least there's always Fenriz.
Methinks the Euro crisis - man, was Ireland awful - is gonna keep the waiters waiting in ancestral lands for a bit.
I feel sorry for you easterners boiling and melting. Out here in the Upper Left corner of the country, it's 64 degrees right now. We're all complaining that we wish summer would hurry the F#$% up and get here, and the rest of the country is dying in the heat.
And its all just beginning. We have a long summer ahead of us.
Find my fainting couch. Call in the fanning slaves. Call the Trane man. It might hit 75 here. We're doomed I tell you.
We need a good soaking rain. The wildlife and vegetation suffers and it's just the first day of summer. Blame Al Gore? Blame the supreme court douche bags who stole the election from him and awarded it to a Bush.
From the land of hail, rain, wind, dark clouds, wind, rain, wind, hail, drizzle and 5 to 15 degrees below average temperatures since, oh, Jan. 1, your weather forecast looks mighty inviting. We're just now emerging from the chill winds of March. Summer arrived with mid-spring-like warmth, blue skies and puffy white clouds. Some locals are in counseling, being reassured they're not imagining it all.
Re: the music track. Sounds like a paint mixer rubbing against sheet metal in an echo chamber, but a little more raspy. I assume this was done on purpose.
tom, I need to move out thataway. Cooler temps, plenty more good metal bands than here, and shitty (Mariners/Hawks), nonexistent (Sonics), and choking (Sounders) sporting franchises which would remind me time to time of home.
BB, you should probably get drunk at the beach a lot. Just a suggestion.
demeur, indeed.
life, bah, I like when I don't have to cut the grass.
SWA, you lucky bastard.
That's classic lo-fi black metal, obviously not your speed, but kudos for at least checking it out, you're a scholarly gentleman.
Perhaps you should encourage the Ohio legislature to outlaw any mention of temperatures over 75º.
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