At least he's wearing a helmet.

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Entrance: where'd you come from?!

Jesus was born in Amoeba Records.

I took another trip to my favorite store in the land. I could literally spend all day in there, every day, and still be a happy camper. Anyway, to the point, good sir!

One of the cool cats working there saw the vinyl and cd's I was walking around with and we got to talking about music, his ex gf, and some other random shit. I think Star Wars was brought up once or twice too. For some reason, I get involved in the most random conversations with people...I dunno.

When he saw Entrance: Prayer of Death in my stack, his eyes lit up. Turns out his good friend is the drummer, and he told me about his side project album that should be released next month or so. I'll be making a trip back to snatch that up soon. For those that want to be in the loop as well, look for David Vandervelde: Nothin' No.

Anyway, back to the Entrance. The recording quality definitely isn't really high, in fact, however it was recorded added a good 30-40 years to the overall sound. The vocals are raw, as is the guitar...but oh so brilliant. This album definitely isn't for everyone, but in my book, it's ultimately original and for that I give it high marks. I realize that time travel isn't possible, but these guys somehow manage to flirt with the notion. You'll understand what I mean once you give it a listen.

With the uprising of bands like Entrance, I have a very hopeful outlook for the future of music. Fuck the people that say music is dead. They haven't a clue what they're talking about.

I couldn't have said it better:

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everytime i hear this song it makes me want to get stoned, ride a motorcycle and beat the shit out of the next person i see.

Your vote doesn't count after all.

It makes me sad to think even the most basic right as an American can't even be executed properly...the ability to vote. This land of opportunity offers customizable M&M's, portable/flexible solar panel to power our Crackberries, and what's even more sad is that we landed on the moon about 39 years ago, but still haven't perfected the voting system. Time travel will probably become ordinary before the daunting task of creating an error-free voting system.

Call me a utopian nut, but hearkening back to the 2nd grade technologies might not be such a bad idea. I recall voting for classroom leaders every month...and it was very simple: 1) pick a box next to name 2) put an X in the box (zomg xbox!!11!) marked with felt pen...and finally, 3) put ballot in the BIG box. Votes were counted by the teacher, and the most pimp(ette) of the bunch was elected class leader. Would it really hurt to do it by hand again? The digital age has really fucked up our world in some aspects.

Here's an article in the LA Times about an overwhelming issue with the voting errors in LA county alone. Apparently the idiots who created the ballots put some sneaky bubble that a solid percentage of nonpartisan voters failed to mark. I could understand if a few hundred failed to cast their vote properly (that would truly be user error), but 100,00?? If that's not a number that doesn't slap you in the face, I don't know what is.

According to Dean Logan, a Los Angeles registrar, measures have been taken to right this wrong.

"I understand the frustration from the voters' standpoint," he said. "The voter shouldn't have to understand all the complexities of running an election. They should be able to show up and vote and have their ballot counted."

There is another fellow who even went through chutes and ladders to switch from Democrat to Republican just so he could vote for Ron Paul...and, well...just watch this:


In conclusion, something must be done about this huge dilemma. They spent all that time and effort in getting the younger generation out there and voting, and now that we're out casting our votes, it seems that all effort was in vain. WTF, California? Stop sipping your soybean-frappa-non-phat-chino-khaki-double-foamy lattés in your Prius, get your shit together, and create a straight-forward ballot!

Maybe we should get P. Diddy back in the mix. His powerful and moving words really sparked the intellect of millions of teens nationwide, to get out there and make a difference. VOTE OR DIE, bitches!

Your loony bun is fine, Benny Lava.

one word: REPOST

From what I hear, they play this on repeat in heaven and Jesus got Benny Lava tattooed on his chest last week.

oh, before I forget...

I just wanted to let my millions and billions of viewers to NOT bookmark this address yet, I'm still waiting for the retards over at 1&1hosting to resolve my domain name issues. This site address WILL be http://www.thedotcommunist.net ... so please stay tuned.

It should be resolved this week, or so they say. I'm not holding my breath.

Dexter!

A name usually reserved for cheeky pets or a deranged ginger child, I had my reserves about delving into this Showtime series. I saw advertisements on bus stops last year, but payed no mind to them...I was too involved with waiting for LOST to come back to the broadcast schedule, and I guess the premise sounded too much like your run-of-the-mill CSI bullshit.

Feeling somewhat adventurous on a Tuesday, I queued it up on my Netflix, and least to say I blazed right through the first disk...only blinking a couple times. This is some smart and snappy shit right here!

With the demise of the best damn show to ever grace the boob tube, Arrested Development, I had given up on TV for the most part a couple years ago..until now! I don't want to give too much, or anything, away so I'll just leave you with this thought: if you haven't seen Dexter, get on it!

PS. For the artists out there, you'd very much appreciate the work they did on the opening credits. Probably some of the best credits i've seen actually!

(If you don't have Showtime, like yours truly, you can stream season 1 & 2 online here.)

The bane of my existance...I curse thee!

You aren't used often, but once summoned to my task list in aiding some sort of clothy atrophy, you create a Sith-like rift in my chi, that triples exponentially every 12 hours.

Articles of clothing worn no longer than 20 minutes ago slowly become magnetized to the surface of your essence. The watch I just removed from my wrist found its way there too...the book I just stopped reading when the phone rang...some socks...my hat...the latest arrival from Netflix...

And then, before I know it, I have a heaping pile of shit on the ironing board! 93% of the time, every time, without fail!

F U ironing board.