Not a good day. Need to go find a wild party, sit down with some whisky, and be morose for a few hours.
That’s right. It’s a heavy on the bass day to shake things up until my brains bleed.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Decent, but for angry brooding purposes I have yet to encounter better than Loch Ness by Judas Priest.
(Don’t let the slow intro fool you)
Sorry it’s been such a bad day, PZ. I’m trying to have some Irish Cream, but I don’t like it. As for music, I’ve been listening to A Pale Horse Named Death all day.
No punk rock fan I, but sometimes nothing else will do. “Nazi Punks Fuck Off!” by Dead Kennedys.
A hot bath, rum, and silence.
No more music. Heading off with a book and the enfoldment of my thunderstorm.
A Pale Horse Named Death? I thought the horse was named Binky and the rider was Death.
Haven’t had any decent thunderstorms in months, but did fix my earbuds so I can at least rely on dnb therapy. Currently binging on ‘The Upbeats’ and will probably shift to streaming bassdrive later tonight for a bit of variety.
It’s “Quodlibet for Tenderfeet” for me!
In case one’s hands slip off the tiller….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4WfDafHijY
RubberBandits, Sonny
Peace.
Whya bad day PZMyers?
You might not need a man, but sometimes a slow walk around town wearing a mask is more helpful than whisky.
Not exactly what I expected you to listen to PZ. Not a bad thing by any means, just unexpected. Unlike some, the unexpected isn’t necessarily bad to me.
Sorry about the bad day, but glad you’re coping.