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Cake day: April 22nd, 2025

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  • My first car was a broken down lemon of a 2001 BMW 325i. Electrical problems out the wazoo. Overheated and lost one of the grills on the way home. I had to replace the radiator. It needed to be kept on a charger just to start. I later learned the gas line needed to be ripped out and replaced. That was on top of the standard stuff. Brakes, rotors etc.

    It was my first car purchase. I was with my Mom and we went to this real sketch back ally used car guy. In hindsight it was probably a junkyard or a parts yard. We got down to 2 cars. An manual Acura that my Mom drove and was kinda giddy for because she wants to drive a manual, and the beamer. I really wanted a BMW. I drove it around the block and it made it far enough without me noticing any problems. I was like, that’s my car now and got no push back what so ever. I paid $1500 and put in an additional $1000 before I figured out the car will probably never be a daily driver. It lasted for about 3 months. The only bright side was that I learned how to change brakes, rotors, brake lines, batteries, a radiator, and an alternator, all from that one car.

    So no I don’t regret it. My Mom regrets it more actually. She always says, ‘I should have stepped in.’ Well you didn’t, ohh well.

    My next car was the best car I ever owned. A 1995 Toyota Avalon. That car was so smooth. I could get it up to speed and it could stay there no gas for I shit you not 10+ miles. I’d still be driving that car if not for the fact that it got rear ended totaled.




  • Work. I always felt kinda bad that I had a fun job and people always wanted to hear my work stories. Then it’s their turn and they’re like I crunched some numbers and printed some papers. I couldn’t care less. There’s an imbalance there we’re I have to carry a convo and almost immediately stop caring when it’s flipped to them.

    Before you ask, sports broadcasting.

    I do not need to know your money situation and you do not need to know mine. You ain’t my family. Even then I don’t care. Keep that shit to yourself.




  • Colors by BTBAM is probably the single most impressive prog metal album of this century. It really felt like the world stopped for that album, took it’s time to digest it in full, then started over with a renewed sense of creativity.

    Periphery 1. Commercialized the sound of Skith and Meshuggah and popularized Djent as a genre.

    Exoplanet by The Contortionist dropped the same summer as Periphery 1 and it marked a clear line of Deathcore to Djent. Djent took over in full swing for about 3 years. Traditional Deathcore chased the trend or fell behind.


  • Underoath. I was balls deep into deathcore and death metal when Underoath had their run. They were pretty lame at first. The whiny vocals didn’t do it for me at all which is crazy considering I usually like singing vocals. Then I saw them live and was blown away.

    I had the opposite effect with Trivium. This was during their Shogun cycle. Saw them live for the first time and they were horrible. No bass, thin ineligible guitars. Matt missed notes left and right. The Crusade didn’t click at all and Shogun had a couple good songs. I came to the conclusion they peaked at Ascendancy and stopped caring from that point on.





  • Quick winter days depress the hell out of me. I need a baseline of 12 hours of sunlight.

    Snow and rain. Love it. Takes all the pressure off of doing anything.

    Long hot summer days also depress the fuck out of me but I can mitigate that a billion different ways.

    Fall days are my comfort zone. I usually feel my best around September through November. The temp goes down. I can still wear shorts but it’s also not mind numbingly hot. My birthday and the holidays fall in that period. Usually the middle of December when it’s cold and dark by 4 my mood goes down.

    Foggy days make me want to carry a machete around and hunt monsters in an abandoned town.