Tastical Tuesday

Another Tuesday night: the boys playing geetar in the garage (not the deck, because it was raining)

Karaoke IS fun

This is Nate doing karaoke. For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica. Hahahahahahahahahaha

Wine/Sushi/Movies... minus movies

Tonight was supposed to be another awesome wine/sushi/movie night... but after two sips of her tequila sunrise, my friend felt really sick (she has a kidney infection and probably should've stuck to water) and we had to get our sushi (we were at Ooka) to go and skip the movie (The Wackness).  Major bummer :(

I had my annual physical on Thursday (très blah) and the nurse brought to my attention that I weighed 10lbs less this year than I did at this time last year.  I said, "I used to work in a bakery," and that was all the explanation she needed.  She's female.  She understands the lure of cookies, pies, cakes and lemon bars.

I also had a dentist appointment on Thursday (my first one in about 3 years) and found out that I have two teeny, tiny, minuscule cavities.  My firsts.  They almost actually didn't catch them but I insisted that I had sensitivity in that area of my mouth... so they checked again, looking specifically in the area I had mentioned... and TA DA! Two teeny tiny, almost invisible cavities.  The dentist said that he would put medication under the filling (white fillings!) in order to remove any future sensitivity.  How cool!  It almost gets me excited to get my first cavities filled so that I can get rid of that annoying pain.

Anywho... I have an unopened magnum bottle of Meridian Chardonnay (on sale: 1.5L for $16.99) to drink by myself... win, lose I suppose.  I've been on a white-wine kick lately.  I'm not sure why.  I think it may be because it's much easier to drink and doesn't require that you have a plate of food with it to make it taste good (red wine tastes best when you drink it while eating).  I love food and I love wine and I love food and wine together... but I can't feasibly eat something with every glass of wine I drink... Ye Gads!

My Wesley comes home tomorrow :)

Experience is over-looked knowledge

I'm glad my week is over and the weekend is here.
I pulled into work last night and immediately noticed Gene's car wasn't there... a sure sign that something is off and I should begin worrying.
I walk in, "Where's Gene!" I yell.
"He called out," says Alex, cautiously.
"Well... who's covering for him?"
*Alex puases, considers options, takes a few steps back*
"...Bianca..."
"BIANCA!!"

I'm still new to WaWa. She's even newer. And an idiot. And lazy.
So... I was head hancho at the Goose last night. My first night in deli ever... and it was by myself... on a Friday night... with Fiona's twin (the ogre form of Fiona) to back me up. I was backed up almost all night... until 4:30 or 5 this morning. I don't remember anything that went on while I was there. I think it went well though (considering)... the place didn't burn down and all the drunks got their sandiwches and didn't cause any problems... I coded everything correctly... pulled the freezer... had all the coffee up and running... made those stupid breakfast sandwiches... and even grumpily made the GreenLeaf can't-buy-the-perfectly-good-sizzli-that-has-already-been-made-for-our-convenience women their stupid special order sanwiches. My inexperience after having been working there for 4 months surprised me.

I left tired. Not mad or pissed or upset or anything negative. Just tired and a little zombie-esque. I came straight to campus from work so that I could knock out this presentation for speech class... if it weren't for the internet and all the fun and more-interesting things to do on it, my presentation would've been done in about 15 mins... but I'm not hurry to get to the house and I'm trying out Pandora.com so I've been putzing.

I'm digging this Pandora though... I put in O.A.R. because I've been listening to Live on 34th and 8th almost non-stop for quite a while now and it's just the music I was craving this morning. Intelligent, passionate (not fucking emo), smooth singing, gentle but skilled guitar, mellow over-all music but seems more real-to-life than the heartbreak and lust songs of all the twenty-something-boo-hoo-life-is-pain bands that are exploding everywhere. O.A.R., DMB, Oasis, REM, Red Hot Chili peppers, and Phish are a few that keep popping on my 'station.' Bands that are seasoned and experienced... they do something and do it well.

Mellow. I feel mellow. Not happy, not sad, not excited, not down. I'm so tired from this week and the prospect of the coming weeks that it makes me feel very passive. I might just nod off in the computer lab with the music playing.

Is it Saturday yet?

So... my sisters boyfriend, Seth, got a 2009 Mazda 3 about four weeks ago.  He and Wes went to Philly Wednesday night to see and hang out with Iced Earth because Seth's uncle is good friends with them.  

I get a call from Wes at midnight, after the concert was over, "Seth's car was towed!!!!!!"  It was one of those instances in which they felt that the parking lot 'attendant' was very shady, very pushy and not to be trusted and looking back, should have acted on those feelings of mistrust (this would be the parking lot about a block or two down from the Troc).  But, he parked them in the lot and took their money.  And then called the towing company.  $175 towing fee!!!

Unfortunately, Seth's phone (and our new GPS system) were in Seth's car which had been inconveniently relocated to North East Philly so they had no way of contacting the band member with whom they were supposed to hang out with... Soooo... they ended up standing out back of the Troc and waiting for band members to come out so that they could still hang out with them and try to have a fun night.  Which they did.  

Kyle ends up driving to Philly to pick them up (I was up in Williamsport for the night) and says he'll take Seth back to Philly to get his car the following morning (the band member they hung out with gave them the $175 to get the car out).  I get a call at 11 that morning, from Kyle, "We found the car!"  Me, "GOOD!"  Kyle, "All four tires are slashed..."

UUUUUUGH.  So Seth called his dad (a State Cop) to see if he could come by and help figure things out.  The car was still driveable, so Seth got a police escort (state car in front, two motorcylce's following) to a tire place.  $200 per tire for that neat little car.  Plus, Seth had to stay the night in Philly because the tires had to be ordered.  Hopefully the poor kid is on his way back to Williamsport now.  BUT the car is ok body-wise and insurance will pay for the tires and his hotel room was free (somehow).  That kid has, potentially, the worst luck of anyone that I have ever known ever.

In other news, PETA wants Ben and Jerry, of Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream, to use human breast milk in their ice cream instead of cow milk because, "...dairy products have been linked to juvenile diabetes, allergies and obesity." Really?  That's the best excuse you can come up with for unhealthy children?  Too much cow milk!  Nevermind that Ben & Jerry's, while mind-blowingly delicious, has at least 1,000 calories, 60g of fat, and 120g of carbs per container!!!  That's half of a normal person daily intake for cals, fat and carbs and it's just dessert!  I appreciate what PETA tries to do... but they do it so stupidly sometimes.

L

Have a safe trip this weekend. I'm gonna miss you :(

L! Is for the way you look at me

O

O! Is for the only one I see

V

V! Is very, very extraordinary

E

E! Is even more than anyone that you adore

Trust me... I realize that this is SUPER corny... but sometimes being corny translates to being remarkably sweet. I so love cornyness.

And I promise to never do this again.

releasing some pent-up anger.

This is The Macho Mug full of a lot of beer. Beer tastes better when being consumed from an enormous vessel. Unfortunately, most of the contents of The Mug ended up on my laptop soon after this magnificent picture was taken... Thus making The Macho Mug an evil entity.

In other news...

We got our physics test back today. I was pretty bummed that I got a (highly embaressing) 78 on it... and was still recovering from the shock of seeing that taunting red number encircled like I should be impressed by it, when from my left side I hear, "*GASP*!!!! I did better than Emily! I did better than Emily!" Dumb dumb Zach got a 79. ONE POINT HIGHER and he breaks into song. He wasn't upset with the fact that he fucked up 21 points worth of the test and got a C. No, he was thrilled that he had 'beat' me.

Which irritates me and makes me ask the question, "Why am I your standard?" Set your own limits, fucking cunt. The only reason you're not sporting an overall GPA of a C is because of me. I've fucking held your hand and carried your lazy Jew ass through every single class we've had together, which you have acknowledged in the past, and the one time you do the tiniest bit better than I, you rub it in my fucking face? A 79 is never, ever a grade to be happy about you dick wad and the last thing you should've done with it is (figuratively speaking) dangle it over my head and (literally speaking) make me feel like a total and utter dip-shit because I did worse than a slacker.

I got news for you buddy: I'm not helping you with any classes for the remainder of this semester nor for the entirety of the next one. You're not taking my notebooks to copy notes for classes you missed, you're not asking me how to do your (entire) calculus test, we're not 'comparing' (read: you copying) answers, I'm not staying in lab late to help you cuz you couldn't get your ass there on time, you're not borrowing any of my books because, in typical Jew fasion, you didn't buy your own... I'm not doing a damn thing for you from now until we graduate.

Well done you selfish, lazy, arrogant idiot.

AND I'M TIRED OF HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT GOD DAMN FRISBEE ALL FUCKING DAY >:( I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

side note: I did say at one point today, "Yeah, but you didn't have to be a dick about it," to Zach in regards to the test... and he let it roll over him and began talking about frisbee. mm hmm...

ee equals em see squared?

Another glorious day of my Senior Year at Delaware Valley College has passed.

It irritates me the way my department is set-up; ideally, as a senior, you should have no food classes left to take.  ...But those were the only classes I looked forward to!  I think I even had one semester devoted almost entirely to food classes.  Now where am I?  In the midst of speeches, useless math, microbes and philosophical thinking!  I think I should continue on to graduate school for Food Engineering just so that I have a chance to use any of the physics and/or calculus that has taken so much of my sanity.  Most other seniors are being smothered by classes that are major-specific.  It makes a wanton student jealous.

The physics test today was... what I thought it would be and what I wasn't expecting.  I hate the first test in a class with a teacher I haven't had in the past.  I don't know anything about their testing style, their question lay-out, their generosity with partial credit (THANK YOU to whomever started that brilliant method of grading) and whether or not they put dick questions in there just to be a dick (why else put dick questions in there?).

The worst is when teachers get some sort of sick satisfaction out of making a test that 90% of the class fails.  Teachers are supposed to worldly and godly and 'be in it for the excitement of preparing future generations,' not to feel superior and unapproachable to a class room of hungover 19 and 20 year olds.

I don't think my physics professor is that kind of teacher though.  In fact, I think he has wet dream about physics.  He probably has a physics bible.  He probably knows his wife's weight/mass in grams, newtons and slugs.  He can probably instantly calculate in head how fast he can go around turn 'x' which has a radius of 'n' feet and is banked at 'c' degrees.  All these things taken into consideration, I believe that he is the kind of professor that genuinely wants his students to understand and be fascinated with physics to the extent that he is (it'll never happen).  He is also the kind of teacher that realizes that even though I may have converted a number that was already in Newtons into Newtons (stupidly) and that it took me half an hour to figure out the velocity in the x-direction that the stick figure had to throw his tiny basketball in order to get it into a hoop forty meters away and twenty meters below him doesn't mean that I don't know what I'm doing!!!!  It just means that I haven't done any of the homework and don't usually pay attention in class and didn't start studying until  the day before the test.  BUT... he doesn't know all that!!!  Wahahahaha.  

Hopefully I got an A... and haven't ruined my aspirations of being exempt from the final :/

Oh, and Zach asked me for help last night.  I told him to use the book.  His response, "I don't have the book."  I wish we had been face-to-face.  So that I could have laughed in his.

Whoops :(

So... my computer has been running a really loud and really hot lately so I went it an did some home surgery... and look what I found in my fan!!!

Now that that's out of there, she's running silent and cool.  My hands look funny when they're in pictures.

Didn't get to go to polo today... but maybe next weekend!  

Wes tried to teach me how to ride the bike today.  I was doing well (going up the driveway) until I had to stop.  I let the bike fall :(

I'm the worst girlfriend ever...

My mum, brother, Wes and I are going to see Mike Birbiglia on October 10th!!!!!!!!!!!  My mum and bro are going to drive down here and take the train (which has my mom in fits of excitement) into the city and walk to the venue.  I'm excited.  Oh yes :D

I want to go see Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist I think.  And I wanna see How to Lose Friends and Alienate People!!!!!!!!!

A milestone!!!!

This is my 100th post.  Mildly exciting and a trivial accomplishment... but I like reasons for celebrating.

Today was actually pretty excellent.  Wes and I went to bed ridiculously early last night so this morning was almost like sleeping in which is super (especially when it's Wednesday).  My calculus class was cancelled via email last night so I didn't have to dread sitting there learning about leemeets (limits) from the crazy Russian.  Philosophy was extremely entertaining and thought provoking.  And Lynette and I decided to skip speech to have lunch together.  Even Dan commented on my excitedness to be in classes today!

Unfortunately, Wes had to leave for Kentucky this afternoon for work and won't return until Friday... but it gives me the options of doing stuff without worrying about other people's plans... it's bittersweet.  This is only the second or third time in two years that I'll be away from Wes for two nights in a row.  

I'm still making my salmon for dinner (even though the 'rents will think it's junk) because it's a gorgeous fillet and will go bad if it isn't cooked relatively quickly.  It's marinading right now in a soy sauce, orange juice, garlic, ginger, brown sugar and lime juice concoction.  I was going to make rice to go with it... but there's no rice.  I was going to make honey glazed carrots to go with it... but there's no honey.  I was going to make broccoli to go with it... but (you guessed it!!!) there's no broccoli.  There are literally NO vegetables or anything remotely healthy in this fucking house.  I really hate it here.

Tonight I won't need to find anything to do to entertain myself because I have to nap before work... and both the 'rents are out of the house until 4 tomorrow so that shouldn't be a problem... it's just Thursday night I have to worry about.  I'll need to find someone to hang out with... I can't be in this house when the 'rents are and Wes is not.

Anywho... Philosophy was exceptional today... We were discussing mind vs matter and whether the brain is part of the mind or the body.  I think (and I didn't say anything during class so I don't know what the teacher would've thought of this) that the brain is the bridge between the mind and the body.  The brain itself is physical but it's the spot for mental activity.  The brain, like the body, needs to be exercise in order to perform to it's maximum capabilities.  Unlike the body though, it's not through physical action that the brain is exercised; it's through learning, practicing logic and rationality, and conversations and social settings.  But, if the body is mistreated through drug or alcohol use, the mind will falter and be less keen, less acute.  Similarly, the body needs brain, the mind needs the brain, but they can exist without the other (to an extent).  A person who is paralyzed from the neck to the legs and can move nothing but their eyes can still have an intense and fully functioning, aware mind (Jason Becker- Lou Gherigs Disease).  Someone can be in a coma and have no mental processes going on, but their body still exists.  Why?  Because in certain instances of paralysis and coma's, the brain may not be destroyed and thus be able to support either the physical or mental if the other should fail.  BUT, should the brain itself be damaged beyond a critical point, either mind or body or both will not survive.

It was a really interesting discussion and I hope we get into it again on Monday.

I'm ready for the weekend though... Wes and I are going out on the company Friday night I think and I'd really like to go see a polo game this Saturday... Then cram for my Physics and Micro tests Sunday night.  Uck.

Weird Science!!!

"Food Science" and "Packaging" were listed in an article entitled The 6 Coolest Jobs for Weird Majors that I read today!

Nancy and I, fortunately, don't take offense to being called weird!

Lysogenic Phase - when bad kills good

This is the lytic cycle of a virus that i drew in micro today. I'm in calc right now and don't feel like learning anything new... And Zach is preoccupied with the chick sitting next to him... So i wanted to share my lovely picture :)

Sorry for the blurriness.  I had to take it sneakily during calc when the teacher had her back turned (unfortunately it's not difficult for her to tell who's paying attention and who is not with only eight people in the class).

The things that look like people are little Viruses.  In the top picture the virus is attaching, the the left picture he's 'penetrating' the cell and putting his DNA/RNA in, then, in the bottom picture, the new baby viruses are growing and in the last picture, they're budding out, destroying the host cell.

Bad virus, bad!!!

     I've also been wondering lately (and this is something else I attribute to my philosophy class) that if I were someone else and met the Me that exists today... would I like Me?  Would I find Me interesting, ambitious, intelligent, witty and on the 'right track?'  Or would I find Me a messy, filthy, sloppy, annoying third shift employee at a WaWa?  I really don't know.  I would like to think that I would like Me because I've worked very hard to become the Me that I am today and have done a relatively good job thus far, but that's just because it's Me living the life of Me and not someone else looking in... so of course it's going to be a biased opinion.  I don't know.

     Sometimes I meet people that kind of remind me of Me and don't particularly like them... but I don't know if that's me being snobby that someone that isn't Me is like Me or if I would honestly, genuinely, really just not like myself if I met Me.  Aristotle says that object of human life is to become the most excellent person you can become (simplified a wee-bit, haha!).  I like to say that I'm striving to be educated, socially acceptable, interesting, maintaining healthy relationships and treating people with respect... but I don't know if me becoming 'excellent' would make me like Me any better.  Oi vey... this is vicious cycle!!!!

     I will have to think about this some more.

FWD:

This is wesley's phone art while he sits on the potty

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A night in the life of... Me!

It's not often that Wes and I hang out with "my friends" (the friends that I had before meeting Wes). When Wes and I had our own place, we saw these friends more often and always had good times... but I suppose them living on campus and us living at the 'rents house doesn't really offer very highly entertaining venues for hanging out.

Last night though, we went to campus and hung out with Keegan, Brian and Jake in Brian's room (he's an RA so he's got his own room). It was nice to have a few brews with them and just hang out and discuss graduation and the things I miss because I don't live on campus anymore and blah blah blah. We were there for a few hours until Brian and Cacie left to go to an off-campus party (meh, no thanks). So where do Wes and I go!?!?!?

Well to Dtown WaWa of course!

Shawn was working and I haven't seen him since school started because he works weekends and I do not. So we went to bother him for a bit.

Wes got to meet all the customers he's heard me talk about and even some kids from my speech class (who immediately began question us about the beer that I'd talked about in my first speech). Segway Guy even came in and let us ride the Segway around the parking lot!! We ended up hanging out there for 3 hours and finishing the bottle of rum before heading back to seller-stupid-ville for pre-bedtime smoke with Kyle.

Good times. Good times.

OH! And today I stumbled across the website NaturallyCurly.com!! My curly hair sometimes ruins my life. I'm glad I found a website where others share their frustrations and solutions.

How Philosophical of Me

When i drink, I am more likely to believe that everything we perceive is actuallly just an illusion. Thank you philosophy class for raising the questions of what 'reality' really is.

Evolution isn't theory. It's fact.

Darn you Wesley for getting me hooked on the idea of Spores.

Productivity is about to go from minimal to non-existant.

Well... as soon as I buy it, or course... wahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

Today, the world almost ended.

Well... that was the worst possible scenario that scientists were projecting this morning when they turned on the LHC, the worlds largest particle collider!!!!

Basically, atoms are made up of protons (+), neutrons (neutral) and electrons (-).  Once thought to be the smallest particles of matter, for years scientists have theorized that these sub-atomic particles were made up of even smaller sub-atomic particles, generally named 'quarks.'  They began naming these particles when they were able to first witness the collision of atoms and noticed that the energy of each particle before the collision did not match the energy that resulted after the collision (primarily heat energy).  This led them to believe that there were even smaller particles, the quarks, that were being shot out and undetectable with current scientific tools.  The particles are so small and so fast, in theory, that once the collision occurs, these particles are 'lost' forever.

Hopefully, with the 'completion' of this machine (which shoots the two proton beams at nearly the speed of light through 17 miles of underground pipes and directed by mirrors and magnets) scientists will be able to harness and view the collisions with more accuracy than ever before and come to some conclusions about these quarks.

This machine will hopefully be able to give scientists an idea of what the earth was like a split second after the 'big bang' that began life on earth.

It's stuff like this that boggles my mind about this technology:

     "... if everything goes right, each pulse of protons will whip around the ring 11,000 times a second, traveling the equivalent of a trip to Neptune and back before they slam into the protons going the other way at four points around the ring"

Even a non-scientist should be able to appreciate the power and potential of a machine like that!!!

I LOVE SCIENCE!!!

Calculus II is the bane of my existence

Today:

Philosophy: I would like this class (I'll enjoy it more now that Keegan has transferred into it) more if that socially inept, bible fucker weren't in it.  She thinks she's clever and she's got such a smug look on her face that I'm sure she's one of those people that loves the smell of their own farts.  The class is still in the 'learning about philosophical terms and techniques' to get much actual philosophizing done.

Microbiology:  I adore my friend Zach... until he starts talking.  He has two topics: girls and cars.  Cars I can talk about intelligently enough... but he always talks about the Porsche he raced, the mustang he raced, the drifting he's learning to do.  The kid drives a STOCK Subaru Impreza.  uuuuugh it pains me.  Oh, and the girls.  He feels the need to point out all the freshmen girls because they're the most slut-looking... and complains that he can't pay attention to anything when these girls are around.  Ew.  Luckily, he wasn't in (that) class today so it was just Dan and I.  That's more fun.  We 'learned' (reviewed) cell membranes and structures of prokaryotic cells.

Physics:  My teacher is a big, fat, sweating man that slurs his speech and talks very loudly while doing so.  The word "physicist" becomes "PHYSSITSSTS" when he says it.  Zach and Lynette are in this class.  Lynette doesn't get on my nerves.  Zach does.  We're doing acceleration and velocity and time by integration.  woo.

Speech:  Has the potential to be a really fun class... but my classmates are really... boring.  I don't mind giving speeches... I might actually say that I enjoy it!  But the kids in my class are quiet and emotionless.  Lynette is in this class with me.  We read our poems today.  It was super!  Up next: Demonstrating how to Make Beer!!!!!

Calculus II:  Not only is it calculus II but it's the end of my day and it's three times a week and Zach is in this class.  Now mind you, I've already had 4 classes and have written vigorously in each of them.  After the completion of our first In-class example, Zach moans, shakes his hand dramatically and complains "that his hand hurts."  Then he's "tired," then "hungry."  Really?  All he does is sigh heavily, pretend to bang his head on the desk and gasp when he sees the particular problem that we are supposed to attempt to do ourselves.   AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *rips hair out*

Currently doing Differentiation by Parts, Differentiation by Trig Substitution and what ever that craziness that we did today... breaking stuff up, putting in variables, putting stuff back together... then sorta solving... I don't even know... 

Work tonight.  Physics lab at 8a.

so long shortest weekend ever.

Bought my pair of motorbike gloves on Saturday... I found the helmet I wanted (Wes' only white) but couldn't justify spending $100 when I have a perfectly good helmet to wear already ('borrowing' from Jimmy!).

Today Wes and I went to Boscov's because they're having a big sale and Wes needed more work clothes.  We got 3 shirts (priced at $40 each), two pairs of pants (priced at $70 each), a belt (priced at $40) and some undies (originally $13) for less than $150!!!!!  Yowzers!  $313 worth of clothes!! Shee-at!!

I have to read 50-60 lines of poetry for speech class this week... I rummaged through my 101 American Poems book from Intro to Lit last semester and found a couple interesting ones my Carl Sandburg.  I'm not necessarily particular to him, but I like the poems I picked.  Poor Wesley has had to hear me run through them numerous times and time me so that I make sure I'm speaking for the appropriate length of time.

Cinco de Mayo at Matt's house on Thursday!  Margarita's and Mexican food!!!

Saturday night entertainment. Mike and Wes taking the RR sign off It's post. It'll probably end up in my bedroom somewhere as a token of vandalism.

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Sleep deprivation is a dangerous thing.

So, normally I don't let 'little stuff' bother me, but lately... these little irritants have just kept piling up and growing to the point of making me royally pissed.

School, my living situation (which I feel is out of my control), people close to me that say and do stupid things, people not close to me that interfere with people close to me, people that push the line and overstep their boundaries (out of lack of respect for anyone but themselves), my job (more specifically, the other people that work there), my inability to sleep and just that all-around, crummy feeling.  I hate all things drama and I hate that people feel they need to be surrounded by it and instigate it to be interesting people.  UGH.

I'm tired of needing to put up with these headaches everyday.  It makes me really wish I didn't exist.  People are out  hurt and/or annoy other people in order to get themselves off.  I can't stand it somedays and it really makes me want to go crazy and drive my car off a bridge.  

I'm convinced that would solve almost all of my problems at one time.

I know nothing

"I know nothing, and by knowing that I know nothing, I know more than everyone else."

That's my Socrates rip-off!  This one he actually said:

"He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature."

Unrest posted some pics from their Baltimore show on August 15th.

This is my friend Steve.  I think he might have some underlying anger issues...

'Fashion Crusties Fuck Off'

I think I should blog because Zach and Lynette are in class for another hour and I'm really, really hungry but trying to wait until they're out of class for lunch and I don't feel like doing Calculus just yet. The anticipation of the pizza I have my heart set on is distracting me from all things productive.

I was in Philly last night to see my friend, Steve's, band at the Manhatten Room.
If you don't like your music fast, dirty, loud and mind blowing... it's probably not a sound for you (I believe they fall under the 'grindcore' genre). The thing that amazes me about bands like this and like the obscure metal bands is the talent and technique of the musicians. This often gets overlooked by first-time listeners because they're so distracted by the vocals (which consist of screaming, growling and screeching) they forget the hear the music. It's not the fancy, show-boating of metal... but, like I said, it's fast and it's not power chords or noodling. It's just notes being played at warp speed all over the place!

Steve's band, Unrest, actually got approached by Relapse Records last night to do a song for a 7" vinyl compilation!!!! (I would just like to point out that my mother, the one with the record collection, didn't know what I was talking about when I said, "seven inch vinyl.") Relapse has signed Mastodon, Alabama Thunderpussy, Necrophagist (AWESOME technical band and really nice guys), Origin, Pig Destroyer, and The Dillinger Escape Plan (I'm not too familiar with their sound, but was a bit surprised to see them on the roster!).

It was good times. Yuengling was only $2 a bottle and I have found metal heads to be some of the nicest people around. Seriously! They can be a bit intimidating with their tattoos and piercings and funky facial hair, but they usually tend to be pretty fantastic people.

Sorry for all the hyperlinks... It's my favorite tool to abuse :)

I have to be to work an hour early tomorrow so that all the highschoolers can go home and get a glorious full-night of sleep before their big first day back. I like my job, but it's becoming too much work.