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Films I Stopped Watching Half Way Through: 02 - Halloween (2007)
Rob. Look. I like House of 1000 Corpses and The Devil’s Rejects. I think you have talent as a film maker but you just fucked with something that was long dead and well fucked (like a dead slutty horse, or something).
Some interesting things going on but I found myself falling asleep and generally not interested. It’s probably because I don’t care for the originals (aside from the very first one). Plus that fat sack of a child who played young Michael kind of annoyed me.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Autojector - Iron Lung (Sexless//No Sex. Prank Records, 2008)
I am hungova’r and I still need to start and finish my tech-culture column for the paper. Today belongs to Iron Lung because they gets me motivated to do things really fast and so far they seem to be the only thing I’m listening to this day (so far).
Heads Up: This week will suck. Trust me, I know these things.
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Oops: Backscatter x-ray machines "tear apart DNA" →
Though touted as completely safe because the level of radiation is so low, travelers have been nervous about the devices — and not just because it shows off a nice outline of their privates to the people manning the machines — but because they remain scared of the health problems they might propose.
Looks like a little healthy paranoia might have been a good thing. While the conventional wisdom has held that so-called “terahertz radiation,” upon which backscatter x-ray machines are based, is harmless because it doesn’t carry enough energy to do cellular or genetic damage, new research suggests that may be completely wrong.
Specifically, researchers have found that terahertz radiation may interfere directly with DNA. Although the force generated is small, the waves have been found to “unzip double-stranded DNA, creating bubbles in the double strand that could significantly interfere with processes such as gene expression and DNA replication.”
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![Brann? WTF? Like, holy-GQ-Batman. Is there room within EMH for TWO members of Mastodon?
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Brann? WTF? Like, holy-GQ-Batman. Is there room within EMH for TWO members of Mastodon?
[fuckyeahmastodon @ Grammys]
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Pirana - Torche (Meanderthal. Hydrahead Records, 2008)
Considering the difference between a record like this and, say, Converge’s latest album (and his long-ass resume of work), Kurt Ballou may just be one of my favourite producers/engineers. Also this record is sweet, in the sense that it makes me want to take mushrooms and run around in the forest dressed like a big ol’ teddy bear.
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Incarnated Solvent Abuse - Carcass (Necroticism - Descanting the Insalubrious. Earache Records, 1992).
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Extreme Metal Hunks
Bill Steer (Napalm Death, Carcass, Firebird)
Hot Because: “Niche appeal” is something I’m hesitant to state in a weekly segment that talks about hot guys in extreme metal. However, within a niche, only one may live, and Bill Steer is the fittest survivor of the niche for “Your High-School next door neighbour who plays the guitar in a local band.”
Think about it. The slender build and long hair go nicely with a simple jeans and t-shirt combo but it all comes together beautifully when he has a guitar on him. Hes that one kid who has faith in his craft and art - or is bored enough - to stick with a band that many may have referred to as “a broken washing machine vomiting.” Metal.
Plus the band(s) he stuck with plunged the face of punk and metal mouth first into a 4 foot metal spike. Napalm Death. Carcass. You cannot know grindcore without first listening to these bands. They set the bar in every measurable way. Too bad the majority of the members are unfuckable. But not Bill.
Plus he is British and hasn’t been torturing his vocal chords for 20+ years, so a cute accent is a possibility.
Ideal Date: He is gonna teach you a bit of guitar, he is. You’ve been thinking about it on and off and you’re a little annoyed that you never took time out to play the guitar. It seems easy enough, right? Well now that you’re in your early to mid 20’s you feel animosity towards your past-self as apparently the ship to learn new skills in life has left dock. Or something. If you’re above the age of 27, then really you have no excuse to hide behind - we all know you just want to get physically close to Bill.
One day, after last lesson where he got annoyed at you for not practicing, you come to your lesson prepared for the worst (i.e. you have to play a full song). When trying to slowly maneuver around the chord changes in the song Bill stops you to offer assistance. As your sit with your guitar Bill crouches behind you and positions his hands over yours. His swift and nimble hands lead yours through a whirlwind of notes and and chords. The two of you stop 3 minutes later. You: exhausted. Bill: warmed up.
He later tells you that you played a total of 12 songs within the 3 minutes.
Deal Breaker: Firebird. Don’t talk to him about Firebird. Blues rock? Sure thing. But Firebird? Really?
It’s not that it’s bad, or anything. It’s just for the best. For your sake, not his, of course.
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Oh Hai, Amber Heard. Um, yeah… Just wanted to say, after watching Zombieland for the second time within less than a week, that I think we should have zombie sex together. For reals. It’s not necrophilia if they can still move. Like, that whole scene with the snarlin’ and the pukin’ and the rottin’ flesh chasing skinny Nancy-boys around their apartment: it kinda worked for me. Just saying, I’d let you bite me.
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