Metal Night
11:05 am
Original Date posted: Sat, 06 September 2003 03:04:59
Post: According to folk lore, the people with the big axes are able to cut the wood for the houses in the town. This helps, as the fire place needs wood to burn to heat the house and to prevent cold. ness. That aside, here is the latest news from the FofR front.
Yesterday began with a relaxing and thoughtful reading process.Then I did some stuff that I have forgotten. I think it was along the lines of browsing Something Awful forums, saving macros and watching funny funny videos plus some weird ass asylum one with a person dressed up like a possessed nurse holding a bread knife. It was lame. The weather was rather poor, so no tanning whilst reading could be done.
I decided to go out for the evening, into town, to see my 'real life' friends. I, as usual arrived too early, planned meeting time being 7.30, I arriving at a whopping 7.10, friends arriving at a whoppingly late 8.00. So that was a barrel of laughs in itself. Purchased some drinks, waited for more friends to arrive. Gradually people did. Talked about things I cannot remember. Talked about a friend's drunken stupor and resulting car urinal experiment; friend's trip to Peterborough to meet girls, friend's lost virginity on a cruise ship returning from spain. I think that's it. The rest was meaningless jargon or UNI talk. Moved on from the pub to the metal club at 10.30, brining the "towny non-metal lovers" with us into the mosh pit of death fun club bierkellar. Free shot was foul. Mosh pit arena was "un-busy" (a phrase I remember using at the time). Anyway, club got better as it got later and the townies actually got into a lovely bit of moshing, which was surreal and fun - then they left. Music played was of the "regular metal song everyone knows with power chords and heavy drums nu metal plus some punk ska and green day" type. There was a complete 'tard who spent the whole evening standing at the front on the stage in a "hardcore" metal pose just standing there, as if the rhythm of the surrounding music did not affect him. He certainly was a hardcore one. I wish I was like him. Highlights being: I found out a friend likes some metal including Dream Theater, when I thought she was into popshiteshit; seeing hardcore metallers go ape for gay bar; RATM (obviously makes the pit go wild). Downsides: Ringing ears, painful neck and legs, little sleep and rip off taxi back to friends.
In the day after yesterday. At home again, I read more book - I resumed the reading of Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World", watched some cricket and the England match (lol@beckham and heskey in corner) and now listen to Spineshank's latest effort. Oh and I search for my copy of Fear Factory's Digimortal, yet my search was unsuccessful. Balls.
Im out. Fork. Done. Stick. Cocktails.
Post: According to folk lore, the people with the big axes are able to cut the wood for the houses in the town. This helps, as the fire place needs wood to burn to heat the house and to prevent cold. ness. That aside, here is the latest news from the FofR front.
Yesterday began with a relaxing and thoughtful reading process.Then I did some stuff that I have forgotten. I think it was along the lines of browsing Something Awful forums, saving macros and watching funny funny videos plus some weird ass asylum one with a person dressed up like a possessed nurse holding a bread knife. It was lame. The weather was rather poor, so no tanning whilst reading could be done.
I decided to go out for the evening, into town, to see my 'real life' friends. I, as usual arrived too early, planned meeting time being 7.30, I arriving at a whopping 7.10, friends arriving at a whoppingly late 8.00. So that was a barrel of laughs in itself. Purchased some drinks, waited for more friends to arrive. Gradually people did. Talked about things I cannot remember. Talked about a friend's drunken stupor and resulting car urinal experiment; friend's trip to Peterborough to meet girls, friend's lost virginity on a cruise ship returning from spain. I think that's it. The rest was meaningless jargon or UNI talk. Moved on from the pub to the metal club at 10.30, brining the "towny non-metal lovers" with us into the mosh pit of death fun club bierkellar. Free shot was foul. Mosh pit arena was "un-busy" (a phrase I remember using at the time). Anyway, club got better as it got later and the townies actually got into a lovely bit of moshing, which was surreal and fun - then they left. Music played was of the "regular metal song everyone knows with power chords and heavy drums nu metal plus some punk ska and green day" type. There was a complete 'tard who spent the whole evening standing at the front on the stage in a "hardcore" metal pose just standing there, as if the rhythm of the surrounding music did not affect him. He certainly was a hardcore one. I wish I was like him. Highlights being: I found out a friend likes some metal including Dream Theater, when I thought she was into popshiteshit; seeing hardcore metallers go ape for gay bar; RATM (obviously makes the pit go wild). Downsides: Ringing ears, painful neck and legs, little sleep and rip off taxi back to friends.
In the day after yesterday. At home again, I read more book - I resumed the reading of Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World", watched some cricket and the England match (lol@beckham and heskey in corner) and now listen to Spineshank's latest effort. Oh and I search for my copy of Fear Factory's Digimortal, yet my search was unsuccessful. Balls.
Im out. Fork. Done. Stick. Cocktails.
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