A long time ago I decided to stop apologizing for loving "Black Hole Sun." I get the criticisms, but I'm staunchly in the "If loving it is wrong…" camp.
A long time ago I decided to stop apologizing for loving "Black Hole Sun." I get the criticisms, but I'm staunchly in the "If loving it is wrong…" camp.
I remember a friend saying Cornell was proof of reincarnation because "There's no way this guy wasn't some fucking Viking berserker warrior in a previous life." I loved that description.
It was so sudden, I really hope it wasn't drugs. Getting clean had been such a big part of his identity and creative rebirth.
"I've changed planes at LaGuardia and JFK, so I think I know a little something about pizza…"
"clusterbomb of painful… daymares all dripping with the orange goo of dream logic"
*Also, peruse the content to check if the author made the same joke/reference/pun you just made. Edit before someone can respond "That exact joke is in the article, dumbfuck."
"Hm, this documentary about the changing face of migratory ranching in Mongolia looks interesting… Star what now?"
Oh, man, that other spambot is going to be SO PISSED you're stealing her bit!
That was my immediate thought / visceral recoil in horror.
"Shields at 20%, sir!!"
Cranky
Bro
Shows
Oh, Yentl… I might have known!
BENGALAXY!!1! (vol. 2)
I'm A Joker, I'm A Toker, I'm A Wildcard Hoper
You've never read "The Allegory of Jerkury Finishing Season 4"?
I think it's the lingo the youngsters are using now. As in, "Yo, homey, this iPod is totes easy to."
"Would I laugh at my monologue? I'd laugh at my monologue so hard."
On the plus side, we'll be deep into the Blade Runner reality!
I'm trying to remember… there was a film festival some years ago featuring Russian and American films, and it consisted of each country showing films that portrayed the other culture at the height of the Cold War. I would have loved to have gone to something like that. I recall reading that it was really good…
Would you like raisins on it? We filter them through water so they almost, but not quite, have a flavor. They taste of the recognition of nothingness.