All it means is that dead Australians can't make as much money as "Vampire twaddle."

It's not as if either movie was fantastic beyond it's resepective fanbases anyway.

Closer - Joy Division

When your lead singer has just committed suicide, putting a drawing of Jesus's tomb on the album cover is a pretty bold move...

Yeah, my friend wants me to go to it with him so that he doesn't have to be alone whilst his girlfriend and her friends do the whole "OMG he's liek sooo HOT!!!" shit.

I told him "You're on your own for that mission."

But not all tap water is created equal.

I mean where I live there are local government posted signs that advise people NOT to drink the tap water without boiling it for at least 3 minutes due to the fact that their purification process is shit, and even then, after boiling it still has a really shit aftertaste to it.

Anyways, I have a few 10 litre containers that I fill at a local spring tap when required, and I just use an old water bottle I just refill whenever I need to go somewhere with a bottle of water.

The Bulldozer stands atop of it's defeated foe in victory after the ceremonial rape and pillage. It has feasted on the now well and truely fucked former House, signifying the end of the erotic, brutal, festive mating ritual of religious significance.

AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER...

THE END.

Yeah, they demolished the house across the street today, so I took some pictures.

The House, now at peace in the big neighbourhood in the sky along with all the other good houses, is resigned to it's fate as rubble, whilst the Bulldozer starts to submit it's final blows on the formerly great struture as it revels in the erotic sensations it feels through the large, muscular, phalic-like arm.

The Bulldozer then begins to really hit it's stride by using the arm to slap the now structurally weakened house around like a pimp slaps his hoes, making the building submit further with every strike!

All the while though the Bulldozer limits its damage to only a small sector of the total area surrounding the prey as not to annoy any potential onlookers of this festive occassion of religious importance.

The Bulldozer starts with one precise and calculated, yet brutally sharp blow to the rear end of the house using it's large hyrdrolic powered, extendable arm. This causes the house to be wounded leaving it vulnerable to the swift and agile dozer whilst it makes erotic mating calls.

Or alternatively, a study in the art of bulldozers attacking houses. Or better yet, the art of destroying shit with big machinery.

So, the story starts with the Bulldozer searching for it's prey. In the process it finds a defenseless house that has obviously been abandoned for it is worn beyond repair or to use the scientific term, "Fucked."

Finding that this house is indeed suitable for the Bulldozer's diet of timber, and assorted building materials, it begins to sneak up on the unsuspecting building to proceed with the sacrificial ritualistic slaughter.

I love the Beastie Boys, but I have to add one point;

It is proven that Paul's Boutique is a superior album to Licenced To Ill.

Two try-hard buglars draw "masks" on their faces with markerpen as an attempted disguise. Plan backfires miserably.

I'm sorry, but if you don't want to be identified, there are BETTER ways of hiding one's face than this...

Well, while they're at it, why don't they sue the ball company for making a ball that was "too hard."

As much as a feel sorry for the family, why must someone or something always have to be blamed, even when it was purely a tragic accident? Or is an "accident" no longer a valid reason for anything?

From what I know aneurisms can be pretty fucking painful.

Well, my mum is already in hospital with complications after recent bowel surgery.

Maybe they can say hi.

At 10/27/09 01:35 PM, jarrydn wrote: I want to get a classical. I love the feeling of nylon strings :3

I have nightmares about classical guitars. Mostly due to the ones that were (and probably still are) at my highschool. I swear they must have been made on a day where the slave labourers were having an uprising and the last time the strings were changed was when Jesus was still shitting in his nappies.

Anyone who had their own guitar or for that matter access to a different one

De La Soul

Me, Myself and I

At 10/12/09 10:15 PM, Spaghetti14 wrote: Guys, if you haven't thought of this already, it works well.
Ok, so for the past few weeks, I've been playing in front of the grocery store every few days, and I've made about 12 dollars in an hour every time.
Nobody cares except for the manager, and when he finally sees you, he'll just ask you nicely to stop.

$12 an hour means you are a crap busker. A good busker can get easily 3 times that. All you need is high foot traffic and to be very noticable in a visual sense. You pretty much need to get it so there is no way anyone can ignore you.

Just remember to use your Jedi mind powers to stop any bullets flying at you.

Well, I think it would be more to do with the fact that God realised he seriously fucked things up when he created humans, so now he's trying his damnest to fix that mistake through trying to destroy us.

Also, John Lennon deserves to rot in hell, whilst he keeps a space free for Paul McCartney.

Meh, it's only a great film if you've got enough marijuana to last the whole thing, otherwise it's a load of crap that makes NO sense.

Yeah, sorry if I've gone a bit overboard...

Unknown Pleasures - Joy Division
Closer - Joy Division
Substance - Joy Division
Movement - New Order
Power, Corruption & Lies - New Order
Low-Life - New Order
Brotherhood - New Order
Substance - New Order
Technique - New Order
Republic - New Order
Get Ready - New Order
Waiting For The Siren's Call - New Order
The Stone Roses - The Stone Roses
Second Coming - The Stone Roses
Bummed - Happy Mondays
Pills 'n Thrills 'n Bellyaches - Happy Mondays

At 9/20/09 10:17 PM, Nev wrote: "Hey, I'm here to fix your guitar."

*Cue Porn Music*

Nah, I think "So I hear you're having trouble with getting the right nuts" would get far better value.

Yeah, people seem to forget that importance does not equal greatness.

Also that certain people seem to make it some sort of crime to dislike The Beatles music for moral and ethical reasons such as "The Beatles were about peace and love so I hope you die a horrible death", when in reality they were just a Pop Group who made it very big and where the myth outweighs the fact astronomically.

Also, Funk (and others), I think you should check out this website:
Suck My Beatles

If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page, the girlies I like are underaged.

I probably average 5 or so hours sleep a night.

Song Name: I Am The Resurrection
Artist: The Stone Roses
Genre: Madchester

At 9/12/09 01:35 PM, ChocloMan wrote: The best advice any guitarist can give to another is shut up 'n play yer guitar.

Discuss.

Not if they're a really shit guitarist...

At 8/30/09 11:27 PM, TheWolfe wrote: Is my guitar suppose to look like this?

The nut looks like it's been moved over. I tried to move it back, but it's stuck, as if it was made that way...

Well, I suspect someone has done in the past a left handed conversion with the guitar (based on the fact that the strings that remain are arranged in a lefty configuration,) and hasn't slotted the nut in properly when re-gluing it back in. I guess it should be fixable if the nut is removed and re-glued in correctly.

Of course I could be entirely wrong with my Sherlock Holmes styled deduction...

Cats. I just prefer their nature and the fact that they have some form of intellectual independency that you don't get with a dog.

Also I've only met about 5 dogs I have actually liked.

I don't mind Flying V's. They're probably my 2nd favourite Gibson solidbody after the Firebird. Although to me, Gibson's piniacal of design was the ES-335. I mean it's a piece of beauty through functionality.