To Nocturnal Jay walkers

This is a public awareness message brought to you by me, The Rebel.

I wear a helmet with a tinted visor. This means that to protect myself from rain (or sleet or snow or dust or smoke or the various smells encountered in various places), I pull the visor down at the expense of some visibility. What this amounts to during the night, especially while it's raining, is that I cannot always spot you if you are dark-skinned, wearing dark clothes and/or lying on the road trying to surprise me. And I am not alone. My people also have a similar disposition and some of them will run you over. So, remember, don't look left or right before crossing the road (you wont see us in time anyway), look at yourself, and if you cant see anything, don't expect us to see you, or your cat. And thus, if you wanna live healthy, cross the street under a streetlight if you cant find a zebra crossing.


This message is also for you, you and you.

Yes, I work with images and Wikia sites. If I didn't, half of you wouldn't understand and the other half wouldn't return.


Just kidding Dappu.
[You can come under my bike any time you want]

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Angel Dust

Lets talk about metalheads. There are many varieties of these like True Metalheads, hardcore metalheads, die-hard metalheads, original metalheads, death-metalheads and of course fake metalheads. I belong to a rarely self-proclaimed variety - the humble metalhead.
Just like genres and about as useless, most of these varieties are spawns of a hormone called Luvtobragoxine which is found in large quantities in people suffering(?) from ASD. In attempts to gain ever-so-important respect, these poor souls wander from the path of righteousness, whatever that is, and start making up genres to define the spectrum of music they enjoy and titles to give themselves for being such ASS-es.

Some theories they have are:

• All {insert metalhead variety here} HATE hip-hop. And the dual and corollary somehow apply as well.
• Any metalhead that disagrees with another about any music-related topic is a fake metalhead.
  
• A metalhead who shows no interest in defaming a supporter of hip-hop/pop/bollywood/sufi/oriental music is of course fraternizing with the enemy and are marked Fake MHs with branding irons.
  
• Any person who knows not all genres of metal and rock isn't worth any respect.
  

It goes without saying that I've been reading online music forums frequented by 13 year olds.
Now, the point. Why have so few of these omniscient beings heard of Angel Dust? They're critically acclaimed, have a global fanbase, and sell pretty well but they aren't as well known as they ought to be.. They might not be as technically proficient and varied as Dream Theater or Opeth, but they certainly have as much if not more technical prowess than Metallica or Iron Maiden. Plus they're more original in their songs. No offense to either Metallica or Iron Maiden; I love both the bands and all their albums [well most of their albums - 'scuse me while I exclude St. Anger and Virtual XI], but I sincerely think that Angel Dust are better. But it's not my opinion that I rant about. Instances of when I pass around cd's of Angel Dust and they are enjoyed, passed further on and enjoyed by more people prove that it isn't that few people like this band. It is that few people know of this band. The only reason that I could think of why this could be so is that there's a tiny bug in every MH's head, planted by Opeth, that makes them unable to recommend Angel Dust to others. Every attempt leads to the words "Opeth is in a class of its own" being spurt out unintentionally. There that's everything explained.

Now we've got to change this because the intro to Bleed can convert pop fans to power metal(?); Never and Black Rain are optimal mixes of heavy and light music; Temple of the King hasn't been covered, it's been reinvented. And these are just from one album [Bleed]. The intro's to Let me live and Come Into Resistance can charge a tired headbanger to full headbanging capacity; the female vocals in Still I'm Bleeding and The One You Are give them an eerily pleasant feel; the choruses to songs like When I Die and Where the Wind Blows are as grand as the guitar solos in them; Beneath the Silence is more soothing than silence itself.

You think I'm exaggerating? Of course I am. How else do you think I'll get people to spread the good word? But I only exaggerate slightly. If I didn't, I'd be belching out approvals to Same Eyes, First In Line and Oceans of Tomorrow as well. And since I'm not doing that, I request YOU, whoever you are whichever type of metalhead you want to call yourself, to never give in to the bug and spread the word. About Angel Dust for starters, and it should be followed by any other band you think deserves attention. So much more productive than shouting out Slipknot SUCKS! or Nirvana's for fags! which are pointless coz most of the smart ones already know that.

hehe..



ASD- Attention Seeking Disorder
ASS- Attention Seeking Snob

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When In General,...

... do as General Dreedle does.*
That is why I want this blog to be taken out and shot!

Inactivity is a sin, or it should be. And being inactive for almost eight months deserves no more severe a punishment than one given by ol' Dreedley. But since, as Colonel Moodus reminded General Dreedle, we can't shoot just anybody we want, we'll "let the insubordinate son-of-a-b**** go."

Normal telecast(?) resumes NOW.

credits to a certain beginner of a blogger.



*If you don't get any of this post, go read Catch 22 by Joseph Heller, you filthy scum!
And don't bother if you still don't get the title. Just know that my brain works at an entirely different level.