Is this the same as the noise rock band Knyfe Hyts, or is somebody gonna get their asses sued?

Exercise thread

Definitely, and sometimes there's no better way to regain your compassion for someone than by maintaining absolutely no contact whatsoever. It can seem counterintuitive, but there you go.

For the first time in like two years, I'm trying to write a new song that is NOT inspired by (redacted). My productivity/creative drive dropped off considerably after the two of us stopped talking. I've been trying to find some kind of reason for writing, creating and being within myself ever since and it's been…

Every time I have retaliated against someone who hurt me, it's never been worth it. Escalation doesn't resolve conflicts, only peace and forgiveness do.

FINALLY some OMD shows up (no, not the "How Bizarre" guys)

Primus sucks!

DAMMIT PANTERA THIS BEER IS WARM! Get me a cold one!

Orchid kick fucking ass!

I've got a Hatesong with the singer from Say Anything that I'd like you to read.

ALRIGHT FINE. Here is A P-list. I don't claim to be comprehensive this week. I should have prepared for this contingency after this feature took a week off. Oh well.

GODDAMMIT MODELL YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO START GETTING INTO PS THIS WEEK. Well, this is awkward. I don't have my p-list ready. I assume next week will blow right through Qs and bleed into Rs. Should I save them for next week? (EDIT: Screw next week. Gimme the Ps!)

N-lists and O-lists, gimme some mo' lists. (EDIT: P-lists are welcome also.)

Hop Along fucking rules, and Frances Quinlan is a screaming demon banshee angel.

It's also something you can say when you throw your hands up in the air sometimes.

Snorting coke and boning Capt. Pike?

The best part of the payoff was the long, epic, protracted series of contrivances leading to Mr. Peanutbutter's phone being turned off exactly when everybody was trying to reach him.

BoJack's baby mom = Bradley Hitler-Smith's mom. Calling it now

I see nobody's touching Deadpool, still.

My memory failed me. In my mind, I'd always thought of E.T. as this rousing adventure story, but it turns out it's more of a quiet, low-key meditative slice-of-life thing that happens to include a little alien. One thing I will say it has going for it is this strong sense of time and place — every scene is practically…