<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:03:44.664-08:00</updated><category term='Intervention'/><category term='Open Letter'/><category term='fuck you popular culture'/><category term='2008 list'/><category term='Anti-racism'/><category term='Fat As A Fucking Planet'/><category term='The Furture'/><category term='Modern Rock Radio'/><category term='Two Gallants'/><category term='Rush Limbaugh'/><category term='Collapse Of Fake Professional Industries'/><category term='Sweet Hot Republican Blowjob'/><category term='Post-racial'/><category term='Smashmouth'/><category term='Racism'/><category term='Theory Of A Deadman'/><category term='Clown'/><category term='Republican Bullshit'/><category term='the roots are bad ass'/><category term='Bromo'/><title type='text'>Zoom Astoria</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-1385069858418073693</id><published>2009-04-27T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:34:52.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Gallants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smashmouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collapse Of Fake Professional Industries'/><title type='text'>But if the night had a knife wound...</title><content type='html'>You know who is motherfucking great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Gallants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what alt-country is, but that's the term I think of when I hear these guys. It's a guitarist/vocalist and a drummer. Sparse as it gets, but the songwriter for the group (whomever it may be) is one of the best songwriters of this generation. I pray to god that sometime in the future (if there is a future, keep your fingers crossed for a nice 2012 armageddon!) there are college classes dissecting the lyrics to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What The Toll Tells&lt;/span&gt; alone. And I say that as someone who rarely pays attention to any lyrics, as they generally all sound like they were torn from a Jr. High student's Mead Composition notebook. The lyrics/songwriting are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fucking good&lt;/span&gt;, they can make an old hater like me pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I don't know who is in this band or who writes the songs is not borne of ignorance, I would like to add. The problem is that these days, doing any research into a band is bound to disappoint you. You hear a new band that you love, they're hitting all the right emotional notes and you think you've just found the saviors of rock 'n' roll/hip-hop/atonal new-jazz/what-have-you.. and then you check out their myspace page. Turns out it's just a group of super-fruity dorks who are doing the whole goddamn thing as a joke. Or they don't believe in what they do as fervently as you do. Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't mean to say I think Two Gallants are lightweight or doing it for the sake of douchery. You can't be this good and not understand what the fuck time it is. But that is the case for too many goddamn bands these days. Even when I'm writing reviews for bands, I am loathe to check out anything about the band beyond what professional courtesy dictates. Especially if I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am a huge fan of the collapse of the record industry. Not because I am against people making money, mind you, but because I hope that once the millions of dollars are off the table, the people who see making a demo as an investment in future &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cribs &lt;/span&gt;appearances will move on to acting or prostitution or whatever the fuck the next big industry is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and leave my fucking music alone. &lt;/span&gt;I'd like to see a music world where even if you suck ass, you at least believe in what you're doing, and you're not sucking ass because you're gunning for a huge paycheck (we're looking at you, Smashmouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, really, fuck making millions from acting - or sports - while we're at it. I was watching the world baseball tournament on a break at work recently when the color commentator mentioned that the players from the Dutch team had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ask for extra days off of work so they could continue on in the series.&lt;/span&gt; That's right, professional baseball players for a national team have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day jobs&lt;/span&gt;. That made me seriously happy in my heart. Because you shouldn't make millions of dollars a year based on your ability to knock a fucking ball around a lawn. The same way you shouldn't make millions of dollars a year to pretend to be another person, or because you can strum a couple of chords on a six-string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I love sports, albeit I love playing them and not watching them. I love movies. And I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking love &lt;/span&gt;music. I'm a musician myself, and I sure as fucking shit don't play because I hope it will get me a platinum bathtub someday. I play because that's what I do. The same way a real actor would be doing $5 matinees at a community theater if the movie industry collapsed. The same way a real athlete would be playing on a loosely organized against other loosely organized teams on the weekends if the professional sports system was the latest victim of the latest recession. Or the same way real writers are just doing it for free on blogs in their spare time, now that the print industry has collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to my original point: Two Gallants. Check 'em out. Now. Your ears deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-1385069858418073693?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1385069858418073693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=1385069858418073693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1385069858418073693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1385069858418073693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-if-night-had-knife-wound.html' title='But if the night had a knife wound...'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-1918738518311250131</id><published>2009-03-25T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T04:09:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With a little help..</title><content type='html'>Upon re-reading this blog, I notice that I am prone to repeating certain points; such as post-racialism, what I like about the Republicans, and my love for Eric Holder. I just wanted to let you know that this is not because I am trying to pound my agenda into your heads, dear readers. Rather, it is because 90% of the blogs are posted when I am fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hammered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain, while swimming in a sea of bourbon, will cry out to me: "The internet needs to know how you feel about Rush Limbaugh!" And my body obeys, unquestioningly. I am, quite frankly, amazed that any of my posts thus far are even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legible&lt;/span&gt;, much less meaningful. But, somehow, they are. And I would like to thank you for reading them, people whom I know are reading my blog - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;people whom I don't know that are still reading this blog. I promise to try and be less hammered in the future, as it seems to affect my general writing ability as well as my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-1918738518311250131?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1918738518311250131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=1918738518311250131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1918738518311250131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1918738518311250131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-little-help.html' title='With a little help..'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-5758899433651222352</id><published>2009-03-25T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T04:01:53.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of all the anal rape..</title><content type='html'>I used to do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a recovering addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor am I one of those drugs = marijuana and mushrooms kind of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few drugs I can think of that I haven't done, on a professional (i.e. extremely heavy) level.  Cocaine, heroin, crystal meth, non-crystal meth, ketamine, mescaline, ecstasy, prescription drugs, you fucking name it. The only drugs I haven't done are PCP and DMT. The only drug I have ever been addicted to was herion, because heroin is the only drug you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physically &lt;/span&gt;be addicted to. I have never felt, mentally, that I needed a drug. Heroin will make you physically sick as fuck if you don't have it, and even that can be overcome with some good music and a nice brick of hash/bag of marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am not a recovering addict: I have never felt, psychologically,  that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; any drug. Once I stopped doing drugs, I have never felt a compulsion to go back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other day, I saw a commercial that featured this gem: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meth.. the cause of all your problems" &lt;/span&gt;or some silly nonsense like that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That commercial has it all wrong, and take it from me, your former drug user guru:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUGS ARE NOT THE PROBLEM, DRUGS ARE THE SOLUTION TO YOUR PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you behind on your bills? Maybe your relationship with your wife/girlfriend/parents/kids/friends isn't all you hoped it would be? Does your job demand too much of you? Or maybe, just maybe, life itself has just got you in a rut? That's alright, a solution is at hand. And that solution is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DRUGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs will single handedly solve all your problems. Well.. they won't solve them. But they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;consolidate them. A sincere drug user will not be bothered by petty problems like bills, human relationships, or life in general. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their only concern is the drugs.&lt;/span&gt; Crystal Meth will single handedly obliterate all of life's problems and replace them with one central message: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET MORE CRYSTAL METH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else will matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this applies to any drug you can work up a sincere affinity for. As long as it has enough grip on you to consume your every waking moment, you've got a serious problem consolidator. The half-human pieces of shit you see on the evening news, living in unspeakable squalor, children unfed, no electricity, no water, no hope.. they aren't hapless, uneducated junkies: the are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;problem consolidators. &lt;/span&gt;They had too many problems, and through good old fashioned American Ingenuity, they were able to work all of those problems down to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one problem: DRUGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These people are the American Dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you know it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-5758899433651222352?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5758899433651222352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=5758899433651222352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/5758899433651222352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/5758899433651222352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-of-all-anal-rape.html' title='Because of all the anal rape..'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-8563728570470144081</id><published>2009-03-25T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:37:47.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If there was justice in the world..</title><content type='html'>Right now someone should be shooting Mick Jagger in the fucking face while shouting: "This is for the soundtrack to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invocation Of My Demon Brother,  &lt;/span&gt;you fucking twat!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-8563728570470144081?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8563728570470144081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=8563728570470144081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/8563728570470144081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/8563728570470144081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-there-was-justice-in-world.html' title='If there was justice in the world..'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-2322414072156615264</id><published>2009-03-24T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:59:58.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modern Rock Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theory Of A Deadman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bromo'/><title type='text'>Missed the fucking point, bro</title><content type='html'>I just heard the worst song I've probably ever heard.  It's by this band, Theory Of A Deadman. I don't know what it was called, I heard it on.. ugh.. rock radio. I should probably point out that I listen to NPR if I'm listening to the radio. Failing that, I'm usually listening the Michael Baysden show, slow jam R&amp;amp;B, or our totally fucking badass independent radio station 88.1 KDHX. But NOT rock radio. Not modern rock, not classic rock, fucking none of it. Because it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no good bands that are getting airplay on modern rock radio, and I mean fucking NONE. And classic rock radio needs to get some new fucking classic rock. It's the same 25 fucking bands and they only play the singles. AC/DC had tons of killer songs, and yet, if you listened to classic rock radio, you would think all they ever did was "Back In Black", "You Shook Me All Night Long", and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;"TNT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory Of A Deadman. Some fucking stupid song. The lyrics begin with this crazy awesome proclamation of defiance against this modern society we live in (presented here as best as I can remember them):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand homeless people&lt;br /&gt;always askin' for change&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta work while&lt;br /&gt;they sit on their ass and get paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah dude! You just fucking blew my mind! Especially since you HAVE TO GIVE HOMELESS PEOPLE CHANGE! It's like the fucking law or something. And you nailed that part, Theory Of A Deadman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nailed &lt;/span&gt;that part where homeless people make MAD BANK! I mean, it's like, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; get houses from all the money they were making, but then they would stop raking in all that fuckin' jack, you know? Because it's like, you're busting your ass and only making enough to afford a gram of crystal meth a week, and those homeless guys just sit around,  hands out, and collectively account for at least 35% of the wealth IN THE WORLD. They would rock mad Escalades and Cristal and bitches, but doing so would cut into their homeless dude profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also several other mind-boggling assertions that piss this dude (who sounds like the singer from every motherfucking band on the radio right now) right the fuck off, including how he's married, how he fucks too many underage girls, and how women don't like to be sexually harassed. And then, he invites you, yes YOU, the humble listener, if -and only if- you feel like he does, put your middle fingers up and... do something. I think sing along. Because, let's face it, we all are totally pissed that our wives don't like it when we fuck too many underage girls, or when we squeeze on random girls' asses and they don't appreciate it. I mean, what the fuck, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that these things I've described are probably the modus operandi of every modern rock band out there right now, and my lack of exposure to them betrays me as the out of touch dorkus that I am. I also realize that it's pretty absurd for me, a guy whose favorite song used to be "Stripped Raped And Strangled", to be offended by lyrics.. but I am. That's life for you. I will happily listen to songs about rape, torture, and murder, because those songs are tongue in cheek and there's no way anyone could take their shit seriously. It's like a Nightmare On Elm Street movie with distortion. But shit like this Theory Of A Deadman bullshit, that's real. These raging assholes drip with sincerity, and it fucking bums me out, big time. I bet these guys are really popular, too. Because society loves a clown, especially gravelly voiced bromo clown with serious bedhead and permanent 5 o'clock shadow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-2322414072156615264?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2322414072156615264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=2322414072156615264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/2322414072156615264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/2322414072156615264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/missed-fucking-point-bro.html' title='Missed the fucking point, bro'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-2743285828908040825</id><published>2009-03-21T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:53:21.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He was a bad guy?</title><content type='html'>Jim Jones killed 'em with kindness. Also Kool-Aid. But, really, mostly kindness. Beware of that "hope" thing, it'll fucking get you kidnapped and murdered by an anti-racist, left-wing living god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-2743285828908040825?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2743285828908040825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=2743285828908040825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/2743285828908040825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/2743285828908040825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-was-bad-guy.html' title='He was a bad guy?'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-1064585143163478793</id><published>2009-03-17T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:55:25.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People ask where Murder City is...</title><content type='html'>DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCKING MURDER CITY DEVILS ARE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are probably one of the best alcohol-fueled, fire-starting, party-smasing bands in the history of planet motherfucking Earth! It would be easier for me to list the songs of theirs I don't like than it would be for me to list the songs of theirs I like. So here goes; these are the Murder City Devils songs I don't like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fucking none of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys kick so much ass and slay so much gash you should go to sleep at night wishing you were them. Your soul deserves the Murder City Devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended starting points: Dear Hearts, Everything In This Town, Idle Hands, Rum To Whiskey, Alcohol, No Grave But The Sea, I Drink The Wine, and their cover of I Can't Seem To Make You Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, these guys are the heart and thumping soul of rock and roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-1064585143163478793?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1064585143163478793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=1064585143163478793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1064585143163478793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1064585143163478793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-ask-where-murder-city-is.html' title='People ask where Murder City is...'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-8174093674217177565</id><published>2009-03-17T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:50:18.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU, YOU HEARTLESS HEATHENS!</title><content type='html'>I guess it's confession time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a closet Republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, that's tantamount to being an open puppy-raper. But hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republicans are the party of small government, freedom protecting, constitution loving individualists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In practice, Republicans are robber-baron slime merchants. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like Democrats.&lt;/span&gt; If Republicans actually stood for the values they so loudly claim to adhere to, it would be hard to find an individual with half a brain who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; part of their party ranks. But, of course, the only time the new Republican Party starts talking about small government and individual freedom is when someone proposes legislation that doesn't support their robber-baron slime merchant religious fundamentalist corporate sponsors. When it comes to gay marriage and the phony drug war, Republicans want nothing more than to cram themselves right up your asshole and monitor your every move. But when it comes to setting up government sponsored health-care and helping out working-class families, these worthless, overstuffed cunts can't choke out the words "individual freedom" or "small government" fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I support the Democrats (although, to be fair, I would be an Obama supporter no matter what. For all the bullshit rhetoric floating around the punditsphere these days, that guy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gets it&lt;/span&gt;). Because both parties want to invade your homes and tell you how to live your lives; at least the Democrats will help out people in need rather than telling them to go get fucked.&lt;br /&gt;Republicans have allowed themselves to be controlled by christian fundamentalists and in doing so have barred rational individuals from being able to be involved with them. Michael Steele, despite all the crazy, might be a step in the right direction (no pun intended). He has recently gone on record as saying abortion is an individual choice (it is), and that homosexuality is not a choice (it isn't), and all but condemning Rush Limbaugh as a fucking worthless, blowhard, uninformed motherfucker (he is). For this, of course, the worthless, sanctimonious twats of the religious right have loudly condemned Steele, and there's talk of a vote of no confidence being directed towards him. What a fucking shame. If this kind of individuality and non-religious rationality was allowed in the GOP, maybe they wouldn't be promoting Bobby "let's talk to Americans like they're fucking five and by the way did I mention I am an exorcist" Jindal or Sarah "my family is living proof that the bullshit I preach just doesn't work" Palin as the new faces of the Republican Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, that's just the rantings of the closet wing of the Republican Party. And I don't mean the Log Cabin Republicans, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-8174093674217177565?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8174093674217177565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=8174093674217177565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/8174093674217177565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/8174093674217177565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuck-you-you-heartless-heathens.html' title='FUCK YOU, YOU HEARTLESS HEATHENS!'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-3653041365513095111</id><published>2009-03-03T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:37:24.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rush Limbaugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Hot Republican Blowjob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat As A Fucking Planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Republican Bullshit'/><title type='text'>OPEN LETTER TO RUSH "I AM THE SIZE OF A FUCKING PLANET" LIMBAUGH:</title><content type='html'>We have all heard your comments to CPAC over the last few days, and while I am far too flabbergasted and downright confused to rebut them piece by piece, I would just like to offer this to you: Conservatives have not had their asses handed to them in the polls and elections lately because they are not getting out the conservative message, or because no one knows what you're about. America has had a conservative Republican president for the past 8 years - where the fuck were you? Oh, that's right.. the hillbilly heroin. Sorry. Or maybe this news hasn't reached you through your gravitational pull yet, so maybe I can break it down for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DIRECTION THE COUNTRY IS HEADED HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH REGULAR AMERICANS NOT BEING AWARE OF REPUBLICAN VALUES. WE ARE FULLY AWARE OF WHAT YOUR VALUES AND GOALS ARE, AND WE ARE REJECTING THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "massive socialist spending agenda" that you vocally decry was instigated by your poster boy G.W.B. Remember? When it was the banks, all your right wing buddies were happier than pigs in blankets to shell out billions. Once blue-collar, working class auto factories were in trouble, suddenly the right wing of the American Eagle got crippled and the word "socialism" started getting thrown around, like it still means shit to anyone born around the period when the wall fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Maybe if you stuck to your true principles: small government, individual freedom, and state power you'd have more support. As it is, Bush expanded government powers and spending to an obscene level (small government?), the Republican Party is the de facto party of the failed war on drugs, anti-abortion legislation, and anti-gay legislation (individual freedom?), and undermining state sovereignity (California legalized medical marijuana. Why were federal agents under Bush raiding the fuck out of Californian pot dispensiaries?). Maybe America has decided since you both want to fuck up our lives and interfere with our personal business, going for foreign joyrides on our dime, we might as well take part in the party that wants to control our personal lives but wants to help us out through liberal social programs rather than support the part that wants to dictate the regulations of our day to day lives and leave hard working people to get fucked when times are tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to get back the American hearts and minds, why not try to be the party of "Get the fuck out of Americans' lives, we have a Constitution that says as much and we're the party that honors it"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying, maybe you'd have better luck with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-3653041365513095111?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3653041365513095111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=3653041365513095111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/3653041365513095111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/3653041365513095111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-letter-to-rush-i-am-size-of.html' title='OPEN LETTER TO RUSH &quot;I AM THE SIZE OF A FUCKING PLANET&quot; LIMBAUGH:'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-5674765252087508548</id><published>2009-03-03T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:17:21.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because your face smells like an old man's balls...</title><content type='html'>First, some music news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible Of The Devil - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freedom Metal&lt;/span&gt;: With a name like Bible Of The Devil, you totally know this band is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Cold and grim&lt;br /&gt;B) Brutal as all-fired hell&lt;br /&gt;C) Stoner as Matthew McConaughey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed any one of these you are so fucking wrong it makes me want to kill myself. While they do have a few stoner/doom elements sprinkled on them, this hard-rock confection is somewhere between KISS (vocals) and Thin Lizzy (sweet ass guitar attack). It is happy, boogie-down, love-makin' music, all in the name of the devil; which is fucking sweet to me since most bands who play in the name of Satan are kind of a drag. I don't know if these guys are doing it for the sake of irony or not, and frankly, I don't want to know (although I seriously doubt it, there's just something so.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt; about the whole affair) so I will just keep kicking out the jams to this completely bad-ass band and ask questions never. I highly advise you to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-5674765252087508548?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5674765252087508548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=5674765252087508548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/5674765252087508548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/5674765252087508548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-your-face-smells-like-old-mans.html' title='Because your face smells like an old man&apos;s balls...'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-1117160760915416459</id><published>2009-02-24T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:55:44.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post-racial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anti-racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Furture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Republican Bullshit'/><title type='text'>Post-Bullshit Society.</title><content type='html'>Post-racial society is a new piece of bullshit you hear and see a lot in the news since Barack Obama's election. That is complete horse anus and the only people you hear saying it are lame, cowering white conservatives who want nothing more than for a serious dialogue about race to never, ever happen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; To them, the election of the first African American president is like a get out of jail free card that excuses them from ever having to acknowledge and discuss white, european society's atrocious record of treatment towards other races to the victims of that oppression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for people like Eric Holder. The major news networks are so far up their own assholes to even consider the fact that Attorney General Eric Holder wants this country to move beyond its racial past and into the future. Anyone who seriously wants to live in a "post-racial" society knows that the election of America's first black President is not the end of the discussion, merely the opening of a door to a deeper, more honest discussion of race relations in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised with none of the racism of my forebears, as were many young Americans. The segregation and open racism of our grandparents' generation is a reality none of us who were born in the 80's and beyond can begin to understand. We grew up with the Cosbys etc. without any understanding of how historic and unprecedented the shows were. We were the first generation to grow up in America without the cloud of societal racism that even our parents lived with hanging over us. So what better generation could there be to have a frank discussion about our racially segregated past than the one currently coming of age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a suggestion. But I, like Eric Holder and many other people in this world, am looking forward to making a country for our children which is without prejudice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-1117160760915416459?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1117160760915416459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=1117160760915416459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1117160760915416459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1117160760915416459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-bullshit-society.html' title='Post-Bullshit Society.'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-7421098561649148888</id><published>2009-02-19T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:13:01.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for you, Eric Holder.</title><content type='html'>Did you hear what Eric Holder &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/02/18/holder.race.relations/index.html"&gt;said&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fucking sweet. Way to bitch slap all these "post-racial America" gaylords in the genitals. I can't stand hearing that shit. There's a black president, well done. That doesn't mean there's not a shitload of racial dialogue that needs to happen in an open and honest way, and not by extremist retardos. Most people don't look at things like Rush Limbaugh or Al Sharpton, and these are the voices that need to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really, again: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU ERIC HOLDER! YOU ARE MY NEW FAVORITE PERSON. IF YOU ARE EVER NEAR MY HOUSE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO STOP IN FOR ADULATION AND DINNER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-7421098561649148888?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7421098561649148888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=7421098561649148888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/7421098561649148888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/7421098561649148888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-god-for-you-eric-holder.html' title='Thank God for you, Eric Holder.'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-6692136517992346633</id><published>2009-01-03T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:34:07.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intervention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 list'/><title type='text'>What a fun year!</title><content type='html'>People like to do end of the year lists, things that came out in whatever year they thought was tops. The problem is that we aren't as hip as we think we are, and stuff gets under the radar sometimes (I didn't hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illmatic&lt;/span&gt; until 2006). So here's some things I liked about 2008 that didn't necessarily happen in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting married&lt;br /&gt;Sage Francis - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Healthy Distrust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Night&lt;br /&gt;Xbox 360 (so many awesome games, I can't wait 'til it breaks!)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lif - I, Phantom (this song is actually my favorite part of every year.)&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A. - Paper Planes&lt;br /&gt;Cephalectomy - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipsing The Dawn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream Cycle Mythos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progressive.com commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cracked.com"&gt;Cracked.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.vomitus.com"&gt;Vomitus.com&lt;/a&gt; (again, a favorite every year)&lt;br /&gt;Watching horror movies with my kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kobo Abe's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ruined Map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gay music I used to like when I was a teenager&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Type O Negative, Machine Head, Fear Factory, Finch, Mortal Decay, Nine Inch Nails, Depeche Mode, Glassjaw, Failure)&lt;br /&gt;William S. Burroughs' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Place Of Dead Roads &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Western Lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Swim&lt;br /&gt;Dillinger Escape Plan - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ire Works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How I Survived (Biography Channel)&lt;br /&gt;America (President Obama, motherfuckers!)&lt;br /&gt;Hank Williams III&lt;br /&gt;Eyehategod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special shout outs to Intervention (on A&amp;amp;E). That show cracks my shit up. I'm pretty sure at least a quarter of the episodes are made up, but that is probably my favorite show to watch in 2008. My wife doesn't like to watch it with me because I laugh too much. It's kind of like Law &amp;amp; Order in that every episode is exactly the same until the end. And it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; funnier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-6692136517992346633?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6692136517992346633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=6692136517992346633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/6692136517992346633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/6692136517992346633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-fun-year.html' title='What a fun year!'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-1794524098931652189</id><published>2008-12-09T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:46:44.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue me for libel!</title><content type='html'>Sarah Palin looks like she did farm porn to pay for college. Then she found Jesus. It took a while though, because - funnily enough - Jesus wasn't hiding out on the end of a barnyard animal's penis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-1794524098931652189?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1794524098931652189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=1794524098931652189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1794524098931652189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/1794524098931652189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/sue-me-for-libel.html' title='Sue me for libel!'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-717237469761602175</id><published>2008-12-04T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:40:39.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the roots are bad ass'/><title type='text'>Funny thing happened on the way to the downrising....</title><content type='html'>Listened to The Roots' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rising Down&lt;/span&gt; tonight. Unbelievably good. The Roots at their darkest and angriest. But something struck me while listening to it, which is this: It takes balls the size of blue whales to let SOMEONE ELSE have the first verse on your album. Listen to the track "Rising Down" (track 2, track 1 on The Roots' albums are always intros), and the first voice you hear is not Black Thought but the mighty mighty Mos Def. Not that Mos Def isn't so unbelievably bad ass that he should have the first word on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY ALBUM EVER MADE&lt;/span&gt;, but that's a really fucking gutsy move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they have Talib Kweli on as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a hook man.&lt;/span&gt; "I Will Not Apologize" clearly features Talib's voice in the chorus, but he is not featured on a verse or even given a guest credit on the song. Talib fucking Kweli, one of the most gifted lyricists in hip-hop, just saying "I will not apologize" on the hook to your song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get it, The Roots. We surrender. You win. Take everything you want, just don't hurt us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-717237469761602175?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/717237469761602175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=717237469761602175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/717237469761602175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/717237469761602175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny-thing-happened-on-way-to.html' title='Funny thing happened on the way to the downrising....'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-5067381036487836587</id><published>2008-12-03T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:25:27.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck you popular culture'/><title type='text'>Party like the uninteresting bitch that you are...</title><content type='html'>I am thoroughly sick of hearing people describe themselves as "rock stars". This was cute and fun when the Shop Boys started it last summer with the fun-if-you're-not-paying-attention Party Like A Rock Star. Everyone had fun, no one was seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you've got people describing themselves as "rock stars" ad nauseum. At work, every time there is a drinking function, you've got massive throngs of men and women who all look exactly the same, saying the exact same fucking things "Oh yeah, we've been partying really hard, you know us, we're rock stars, we've gotta party like rock stars" et fucking cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, frat boys and sorority sisters? You're not rock stars, you are uninteresting drunk retards. You partied like a rock star, huh? Did you fuck someone with a mud shark? Did you snort a half ounce of cocaine of a random person's genitals, then spit in their face and down a fifth of scotch? No? That's okay, rock stars don't party that hard these days anyway, but let me ask you this: Are you in a band, a musician, or in any way involved with music? No? Well then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOT A FUCKING ROCK STAR, YOU ARE A CIVILIAN. DEAL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super sorry that figuring out 4 chords on an electric guitar  (let alone plucking out a rhythm on a bass)  was too hard for you, but if you can't do that, you are not even in the running to be a rock star. Why don't you try to be yourself? Is that hard? To be a hard partying accountant? "Yeah, you know me man, I've gotta party like a CPA." Or: "You know me, I love the booze and crystal meth. I've gotta party like fuckin' (fill in name). You know.. me." No, because people aren't comfortable with being themselves. Not now, not then, not ever. Civilians feel the need to co-opt themselves onto whatever strong image they can find, rather than being strong themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I should note that rappers, electronic musicians, DJs, and the like obviously get to refer to themselves as rock stars. Just because they are not traditional musicians does not mean that they are not "rock stars".  Rapping is hard, anyone who says otherwise is an idiot asshole who has never tried. It takes discipline and practice to be a rapper, a DJ, produce hip-hop beats or electronic music of any kind. Again, anyone who says otherwise has a marginal IQ and has never tried it for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8873257469559450334-5067381036487836587?l=zoom-astoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5067381036487836587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8873257469559450334&amp;postID=5067381036487836587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/5067381036487836587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8873257469559450334/posts/default/5067381036487836587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoom-astoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/party-like-uninteresting-bitch-that-you.html' title='Party like the uninteresting bitch that you are...'/><author><name>Gore Motel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01044361958913998188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IfGRHbeQ3I/STeKngW2ewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbU9Av8KqG4/S220/Familyvist41508+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873257469559450334.post-2563022772409910096</id><published>2008-12-03T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:37:10.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life rains shit on you...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like life was raining shit on you? Or, perhaps, you went to work one day and a sewer drain had been clogged by paper towels and you literally had shit and piss raining down on your freshly shaven skull? Those are good times, my friends, good times indeed. And in honor of those good times, I would like to offer some of the following selections for you to enjoy when life is figuratively (or, as happens shockingly often in my case, literally) raining shit on you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantera - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Southern Trendkill&lt;/span&gt; - I am not a huge Pantera fan. I used to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; into them, and have even tried to get into them again recently, to no avail. But when these guys are on, they are fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;. Case in point: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Southern Trendkill&lt;/span&gt;. While wildly uneven, if you have ever been so pissed off your sking is crawling, there is absolutely no better song to listen to than Suicide Note pt. 2. Have you ever fucking heard that song? It is the sound of pure homicidal rage. Also good tracks: War Nerve, Living Through Me (Hell's Wrath), and Floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cephalectomy - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dream Cycle Mythos&lt;/span&gt; - Unbelievable. This is the only band that I have heard sucessfully capture the nightmarish energy and introspective horror of the Elder Gods through music. This is, quite literally, the sound of villiany. One of the greatest unsung bands in modern metal. The lyrics are apparently the straight text from the H.P Lovecraft story, but you can't really tell, as this guy has one of the most guttural voices in death metal. But the atmosphere is so thick you could cut it with a knife for the duration of this 29+ minute single track of pure hell from space. It will turn you into one cold motherfucker, good for prepping for/dealing with a hard day at work or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rollins Band - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rise Above: 24 Songs To Benefit The West Memphis Three &lt;/span&gt;- Hardly anyone has heard of this record, but JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST!!! If you are a fan of The Flag, it is incomprehensible how good this record is. If you are not, this is a great primer, as it has people who are probably singers you like, if not your favorite singers, singing Black Flag classics. (Examples: Neil Fallon, Mike Patton, Casey Chaos, Iggy "fucking" Pop,Corey Taylor, Lemmy Kilmister, Cedric Bixler, Ice T, Tom Araya) Seriously, this should have been record of the year on EVERYBODY'S fucking lists, but it was released to little fanfare, and so went largely unnoticed. This is music designed for anyone who has ever been pissed off, ever. Jeff Moriera (of the band Poison The Well) singing "I've Had It" is the most brutal, cleansing thing I have ever heard in my life. And I don't even like Poison The Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's pretty much all I have right now. This blog is basically going to be my feelings about music, things that are getting under my skin, and general opinions and philosophies. Hope you enjoy it and all that jazz. 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