primeval sounds
Jul. 16th, 2018 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaFox And Friends is putting on a summer concert series and one of their bands is Three Doors Down.
Muse, of all things, is the most successful rock band nowadays. I’ve heard that Black Holes and Revelations is the high point of their career, if overblown and self-important. I only heard the space western video song so I don’t know. I’m not too sure what the fan consensus is on Absolution but one time, I picked a song from Absolution and found it unlistenable because of bad production and I once tried to listen to it but found myself disappointed coming off the heels of Kirlian Selections. And after that, Matt’s been introducing dubstep and his (apparently) sincere beliefs that the queen is a lizard person from deep time and we’re genetically engineered slaves for aliens.
Michael doesn’t think there are people that actually listen to Nickelback and they just exist as an example of what bad music is. I think I knew the one person in the explored universe who actually liked Crazy Town.
Michael’s idea for a Last Jedi remake has Rey being Jar-Jar’s child because he used his sith powers to just lay an egg and fertilize it via parthenogenesis. The first order was founded by Wookiees from the future and Snoke is Lumpy, Chewbacca's son. Han Solo is Anakin’s father because of a time loop, but maybe that should wait until Episode IX, I think. Jar-Jar emerges with his Sith forces and takes over the First Order and that's the end of the movie.
Katrina thought “fuckit” and decided that we should try that nametag thing again. So now I can place names to faces. Carly is the one who was born on July 6. She saw a bald eagle a few days ago and today she was eating a leftovers sandwich. Abby looks like Christina but lacks a British accent. Amelia has black and green hair. Grace is new. Christina has no idea what whiffleball is nor does she know how to play kickball in grass that comes up to her thighs. Someone suggested playing it in the flight cage. I suggested the roof. Jacob suggested playing with water balloons.
Someone took the hose nozzle and Jen imagines someone brandishing it threateningly.
We got a groundhog with neurological issues which might mean rabies, a goldfinch, a modo. We're releasing some more opossums. The foxes are gone and the teepee in their enclosure served its purpose well. The outdoor raccoons had some slices of watermelon and papaya on a string.
Leopold might actually be Leah. It doesn't matter that Leah and Leopold are about as etymologically related as Mary and Miranda.
The phoebe is learning how to fly and doing quite well at it. Someone brought us a single wood duck and Caitlin took it with her when she left and met some guy and she was like “psst, hey, wanna duck?” Hopefully she had a black fedora and a trenchcoat in her car.
I think HunëPop needs to be a thing. A dating sim/puzzle game where all the women you date are giant shaggy carnivorous apes. Or men.
burning question: Is someone who listens to pretty much exclusively music from the late 60s to the early 1970s saying he’s never heard of Karlheinz Stockhausen, Charles Ives, Terry Riley, or Edgard Varèse? Should I be surprised by this? Also, would this make Rod Dreher the Dennis Miller of right-wing nutbag bloggers?
Okay, I can understand why he's never heard of Charles Ives.
Muse, of all things, is the most successful rock band nowadays. I’ve heard that Black Holes and Revelations is the high point of their career, if overblown and self-important. I only heard the space western video song so I don’t know. I’m not too sure what the fan consensus is on Absolution but one time, I picked a song from Absolution and found it unlistenable because of bad production and I once tried to listen to it but found myself disappointed coming off the heels of Kirlian Selections. And after that, Matt’s been introducing dubstep and his (apparently) sincere beliefs that the queen is a lizard person from deep time and we’re genetically engineered slaves for aliens.
Michael doesn’t think there are people that actually listen to Nickelback and they just exist as an example of what bad music is. I think I knew the one person in the explored universe who actually liked Crazy Town.
Michael’s idea for a Last Jedi remake has Rey being Jar-Jar’s child because he used his sith powers to just lay an egg and fertilize it via parthenogenesis. The first order was founded by Wookiees from the future and Snoke is Lumpy, Chewbacca's son. Han Solo is Anakin’s father because of a time loop, but maybe that should wait until Episode IX, I think. Jar-Jar emerges with his Sith forces and takes over the First Order and that's the end of the movie.
Katrina thought “fuckit” and decided that we should try that nametag thing again. So now I can place names to faces. Carly is the one who was born on July 6. She saw a bald eagle a few days ago and today she was eating a leftovers sandwich. Abby looks like Christina but lacks a British accent. Amelia has black and green hair. Grace is new. Christina has no idea what whiffleball is nor does she know how to play kickball in grass that comes up to her thighs. Someone suggested playing it in the flight cage. I suggested the roof. Jacob suggested playing with water balloons.
Someone took the hose nozzle and Jen imagines someone brandishing it threateningly.
We got a groundhog with neurological issues which might mean rabies, a goldfinch, a modo. We're releasing some more opossums. The foxes are gone and the teepee in their enclosure served its purpose well. The outdoor raccoons had some slices of watermelon and papaya on a string.
Leopold might actually be Leah. It doesn't matter that Leah and Leopold are about as etymologically related as Mary and Miranda.
The phoebe is learning how to fly and doing quite well at it. Someone brought us a single wood duck and Caitlin took it with her when she left and met some guy and she was like “psst, hey, wanna duck?” Hopefully she had a black fedora and a trenchcoat in her car.
I think HunëPop needs to be a thing. A dating sim/puzzle game where all the women you date are giant shaggy carnivorous apes. Or men.
burning question: Is someone who listens to pretty much exclusively music from the late 60s to the early 1970s saying he’s never heard of Karlheinz Stockhausen, Charles Ives, Terry Riley, or Edgard Varèse? Should I be surprised by this? Also, would this make Rod Dreher the Dennis Miller of right-wing nutbag bloggers?
Okay, I can understand why he's never heard of Charles Ives.
