The number of posts & comments on Pharyngula has roughly doubled today » « Jeffrey Tomkins is up to his old dishonest tricks again Now I need to party 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. Share this:PrintEmailShare on TumblrTweet The number of posts & comments on Pharyngula has roughly doubled today » « Jeffrey Tomkins is up to his old dishonest tricks again
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.
Rob Grigjanis says
No punk rock fan I, but sometimes nothing else will do. “Nazi Punks Fuck Off!” by Dead Kennedys.
chigau (違う) says
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.
MattP (must mock his crappy brain) says
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!
Seeker of Reason and Amusement and Beer says
In case one’s hands slip off the tiller….
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.