I still have my Grindcrusher cassette comp.  Earache had a hell of a lineup back then.

It's weird how much Thom Yorke looks like a clean-cut Dave Mustaine.

Dammit, where's Beilona when you need him/her?

I spent all of High School building field-expedient explosives and incendiaries, and what did I wind up getting busted for?

That's a downfall?

Used judiciously, soy sauce imparts umami without being overly soy-saucy.  A dash in tomato soup makes all the difference in the world, for example.

Watch that Palo Santo.  One bottle is more than 400 calories.

I have a tupperware container full of bacon fat in the fridge at all times.  I consider it a staple.

Leprechaun porn.

"With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa"

They are a pain in the ass to wax properly, but the results are worthwhile.

The Hollywoodian.  Of the many, many styles of facial hair I have worn, it is perhaps my favorite.

You're an unusually prolific lurker.

My dad had that exact same hair and sideburns in 1967, so at least it's period-correct.

The catalogs were from Scholastic.  I bought a shit-ton of Three Investigators books from those when I was a kid.  The most heartbreaking moment of my elementary school career was when I realized I had forgotten to bring in my order form an missed my chance for a free Darth Vader patch.

A friend of mine had a cassette of Stompin Tom's greatest hits, which I loved completely unironically, even though I found the statement in the liner notes that the songs were the ever-glowing residue of a true patriot's love for his country and its people absolutely hilarious.

There is (was?) a great display at the In Flanders Fields museum in the Cloth Hall in Ieper (Ypres) that consisted of a recording of that poem playing as a plexiglass cylinder holding a gas mask slowly filled with hideously green-lit vapor.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly

I have been combing through hundreds of WWI AEF unit histories.  I am looking for very specific, but very infrequently mentioned things.  It's tedious as all get-out but it makes those little nuggets of information that I do find so much more rewarding.

I tried Marduk for running once.  Turns out 250bpm black metal really fucks up your pace.