This album was bought, purely on a whim, with my iTunes gift card (still five albums left!). The Horrors sound like The Damned at both their most punk and their most goth, combined with the Murder City Devils and a, uh, circus, playing at a haunted house located inside a flying saucer.
That may sound lunatic, but it is a PERFECT description of their sound.
Anyway, I dig it.
Here's a video:
Who is ringing in the New Year with you? Who do you wish could be with you, but isn't there?
"Who do you wish could be with you, but isn't there?"
Do you people even think before you post these questions? I'm not the only person around here who got cruelly kicked out of my lover's life this month. That aside, what if somebody just lost a loved one last week? The QotD should be a nice, little fun thing that we check out every day, not a sadistic reminder of heartbreak or death.
Here are some suggestions for future QotDs:
- What do you wish you could have said to your parents (or grandparents) before they died?
- Why will you never amount to anything?
- What could you have done differently that would've kept your last boyfriend/girlfriend from dumping you?
- What do you use to fill that aching, empty hole in your life where happiness should reside?
Hey, Vox, I know I've said it before, but once more, with gusto: FUCK YOU.
I saw it last night, and loved it. Gory, gothic, funny, top-of-their-game performances from all involved. A real treat.
However, rather than review the movie, I'd like to take this opportunity to make fun of my brother. Talking to him last night, I mentioned that I saw it, and he said, "Yeah, I saw it last Tuesday. I was going to warn you off of it."
"Really? I fucking loved it! You didn't like it?"
He replied, "I wasn't prepared for the amount of singing in it."
Me: "It's a bloody musical."
Him: "Yeah, I know, but I thought that in between the songs, there would be acting and stuff, not just more singing."
So, his objection to the movie is not that there is singing, but that there is singing throughout the running time. For me, a movie in which it is established that people sing pretty much all the time is less off-putting than the conventional musical model, in which it really is a normal movie or play where people spontaneously burst into song for no reason whatsoever. Regardless, he's full of it. There is plenty of non-sung dialog in the film, and plenty of "acting" during the singing as well.
What was the best blog post you wrote this year? What was the best post or blog you read?
Hmm, 769 for the year so far (770, counting this one). That's quite a few blog posts. Some of them are more substantial than others, some are funny, a few are emo, and others are completely nonsensical.
Why don't YOU, my dear readers, tell ME what you think my best posts of the year are?
That's right! I'm giving you this once in a lifetime* opportunity to blow sunshine up my ass about how awesome my blog is.
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*Not actually a once in a lifetime opportunity. You may tell me how awesome I am at any time.
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Smith burst into the cabin, slammed the door shut behind him, barred it against the wind and dashed to the wood stove in the corner. Teeth chattering, he pulled his gloves off and warmed them at the fire. "G-Goddamn, boys," he stuttered. "It is f-f-fuckin' cold out there!"
Langdon, who was playing cards with Boudry, pulled his cigar out of his mouth and said, "That's why we're in here."
Smith pulled a spare chair from the table and slid it over right next to the stove. He sat and shivered. "Man's gotta piss sometime," he growled. "That outhouse is an ice-box...I thought my pecker was going to freeze off and drop right down the hole."
Boudry guffawed. "Might as well...when's the last time you used it for anything except urination or self-abuse?" He stared at his cards and made a sour face. "Bah!" he spat, as he threw the hand down. "I fold, you malevolent bastard."
"Boudry, you know I've got a wife," said Smith.
"Yes. I also know she's two hundred miles away, snuggled up warm as a fart in your big feather marriage-bed." Langdon passed the deck to him, and he shuffled. "Who's snuggled up with her, I wonder?"
Smith knocked his chair back as he stood, fists shaking at his sides. "You low-down smart-mouth, I've had about enough of your needlin'!"
Langdon held his hands up. "Boys, please." To the man across the table from him: "Boudry, stop pushing. We're stuck in here until Finch and Ballanchine show. The cold's chipping away at our good natures without you making it worse."
Boudry grinned. "Whatever you say, boss." He turned to Smith. "It was merely a casual and thoughtless swipe, dear Royston Smith. It meant nothing more. Come." He patted the table. "Join us. I'm down 14 dollars to this inveterate card cheat...I'm sure deepening the hole would soothe your wounded ego."
"Yeah, whatever..." Smith picked up the chair and reluctantly walked it over to the table. "What are you playin'?"
"Draw poker," Langdon said through his stogie.
"I've got about 4 dollars."
"That's enough," Boudry said with a grin. He gave the cards a final shuffle. "It's five-card draw, Smith, nothing is wild, and there's a three-card limit on the draw. Ante is a dime." Smith tossed a coin into the center of the table. "Very well. Shall we proceed?" Boudry's practiced hands dealt the cards with quick, sure flicks of his wrist. "All this talk of the cold, and the wind and snow...it's got me recollecting."
Langdon frowned, and Smith rolled his eyes. "Another one of your bullshit stories?" Langdon growled.
"Nossir, this one's as true as a Testament."
"Right..." Langdon chipped in a wager. "I'm just about bored enough to listen to it."
Smith called. "Skip the usual teasin' it out and just get to it."
Boudry's eyes sparkled. "Very well." He laid his cards on the table face-down, prompting a groan from Langdon, and put his hands behind his head. "We'll forego the preamble and get right to the body of the thing." He cleared his throat. "Either of you ever hear the tale of Frostbite Perkins?"
(UNFINISHED)
How are you spending New Year's Eve?
At The King-O-Pop's place, where I hope to make some quality time with a single woman. No, I'm not looking to get laid, merely to chat with a lady and charm her, if only to prove that I am still able.
What was the best movie you saw this year?
Egad. Viewing the answers, it's apparent that tacky proles have taken over Vox. I'm not going to name names, but somebody listed Wild Hogs as his/her favorite movie of the year, which is wrong in so many ways. There are other crimes against good taste in the posts: go read them and weep for the premise of film as art.
How many of you popcorn-gorging slack-jaws even bothered seeing this:
You people make me sick. Transformers? FUCK YOU.
1. A furious disagreement over the proper pronunciation of the word "potato".
2. My lack of a debilitating drug or alcohol problem left her with a dearth of gossip for her girlfriends.
3. Orgasms are over-rated, maybe?
4. The Terran infiltration project was cancelled and she had to return to the mothership.
5. I have no motherfucking idea.
Show us how you keep yourself entertained.
I'm fairly certain that none of my Vox neighbors want to see that.
What was the last good movie you watched?
I watch movies from my DVD collection every day, and those are all "good" films (or else I wouldn't own them). Once again, it seems I must deduce what is actually meant by this QotD. I'll assume that you mean a movie I watched that I haven't already seen a dozen times before. I mean, I watched Miller's Crossing last night, and it's my favorite movie ever, but since I watch it semi-weekly that's not a particularly interesting answer, is it?
The last movie I went out to see was Juno, and it was awesome.
So, I guess that's my answer.
Oh, wait, this is a Vox Hunt. I'm supposed to post some video, I assume? Well, forget it. I refuse. You can all go to YouTube and load up the trailer for Juno just as easily as I can.
Edit: Why are these things set up for no commenting lately? That's highly irritating, Vox. Please fix.
