These days at least, christmas time is when ah watch more tv then tha rest of tha year put togetha, n this year was nae exception. In fact, thanks to JetBlue and thar 30 channels of DirectTV per every customer (nawt ta mention lawtsa leg room – nice!), ah prolly watched more this year then evah before. My flights were about 7 hours each way, n thars nawt a whole lawt ta dae in Buffalo, so tha boob tube pretty much ate my brain. Reruns of King of tha Hill, that 70s show (thanx FX!), discovery channel, n all tha bearable xmass movies ah could watch (most notably, A Christmas Story and Scrooged (tha one w. Bill Murray).
All tha commercials gawt me kinda psyched up fer new episodes of somethang ahve nevah seen before, but now that ahm back in tha CA, it is nawt ta be. Instead, ahll be focusin my energy on:
FINDIN A DAMN JOB!
in tha meantime howevah, ahve been asked back to finish up tha stacks of data-entry pages, so thas some money in tha pocket. Also, ah don’t need ta pay fer yoga anymore, which is also nice.
Tonite ah may have a crazy blind date in Albany. It’s 38 degrees outside. N ah aced a phone interview this mornin. Ah don’t know how to end this entry.
Beef w. VH1 n what they consider "metal"
Here’s thar list of “Top 40 Metal Songs”: HERE
Despite tha totally obnoxious inclusion of both Slipknot and KORN (both of whom totally suck n are far far away from metal, especially tha songs included. Ahll give early 90s KORN almost a metal title, but by late 90s, theyd gawten completely disco-ed out. System of tha Down, ahve come ta terms with), tha choice of tunes are fairly decent. It’s mostly thar choice of “commentators” that enrages me.
Hosted by Sebastian Bach (of Skid Row, and thas ALL), too many unknowns and purveyors of nu/rap/wimp-metal are featured. First off, Sebastian Bach, despite bein a total DICKHEAD (who is known fer wearin a t-shirt that read “AIDS kills fags dead” in tha early 90s, n also NAWT an original member of Skid Row (they totally auditioned him, had all tha songs written, etc.)), is completely rigid tha whole way through. Tha “tribute” er “bare acknowledgement” he gives tha late great Dimebag Darrell almost made me puke…nae emotion whatsoevah. Might as well be Carmen Electra (who may be hawt, n datin Dave Nacvarro, but delivers lines like a wooden dummy) except he’s devoid of both tits n legs. Also, Chris Jericho, whos a wrestler is given WAY too much street cred, n a membah of Papa Roach (total purveyors of tha “my parents dont give me enough allowance money metal”) is featured in every otha video. Granted, VH1 Classic ca’t have THAT much of a budget, but ahm pretty sure if they just attended a Judas Priest concert they’d find someone who’s more aware of tha history of metal then some of tha wankers that just gawt me close ta throwin my empty beer can at my uncles 40″ HD TV.
It’s hard ta give props to a good effort, when its supported by such bullshit poser folk. It’s hard fer me to watch my “barely noble” first-love be given credibility by people who are no more metal then Blink 182. Ah guess if nuthin else tho, this proves ahm still plenty metal….even though these days ah apparently channel my anger through typed words. Ah promise you folx, within tha next year ah will have one evil, diabolical, distorted-ass-group of delinquents that set people straight. Metal is more then power chords n eyeliner….although nawt always by much.