My friend and fellow blogger Luuk (who insists on referring to himself as Wiihoo) has all but beaten me into submission in order to give him some credit for the visual appeal of my blog. Yes, the logo was affectionately photoshopped by him. However, all the intense HTML coding needed to change the font colour, background colour, and size of the logo border was done entirely by myself. You'd be surprised how many tries it took me to get the perfect shade of "Hammer and Sickle Brown/Red".
Though he's not as into actual writing as myself, Wiihoo does manage a fairly decent blog, which he is filling up with his random 3D art crap that he does in his spare time. If you're into that sort of thing, check him out at http://lvbpwnsnoobs.blogspot.com
I take no credit for his atrocious URL. That was all him.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
If you rub Linkin Park in your eye, you'll get pink eye
Linkin Park is shit. I'm sorry, but that's how it is. I am fully prepared for the inevitable tides of hate mail from prepubescent girls and boys with voices so high-pitched that only dogs and bats can hear them. It's bound to happen, and I'm ready for it. But before you clutter my inbox--or, more mercifully, my junkmail--with your un-spellchecked, grammatically incorrect, practical incoherencies filled with too many capitals and not enough punctuation, at least give me a chance to defend my position. Who knows, maybe I'll sway a few of you to my side.
First off: How much fucking teenage angst can one whiny band have gone through? Seriously, it's ridiculous. I'm fairly sure they've exhausted every noteworthy form of sorrow that they could ever possibly be excused for singing about. And then they've sung about it again. If Linkin Park does manage to drop another album--knock on wood--I have no idea what emotionally-crippling event they'll sing about. The sorrow that accompanies the cancellation of their favourite Saturday-morning cartoons, maybe. Or perhaps their Xbox 360 has the dreaded Red Ring of Death?
Second: Why the bloody fuck does it all sound the same? Does anyone have an answer? Is there a formula for song-writing out there that Linkin Park is too lazy to break away from? I think this College Humour video just about sums up all my salient points: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1765596
Is my CD on repeat? Well, I'm not stupid or rich enough to waste my money on a Linkin Park CD, but I imagine that, were there a Linkin Park CD playing right now, no, no I would NOT be able to tell.
Well, work time. I look forward to wading through your hate mail when I return.
First off: How much fucking teenage angst can one whiny band have gone through? Seriously, it's ridiculous. I'm fairly sure they've exhausted every noteworthy form of sorrow that they could ever possibly be excused for singing about. And then they've sung about it again. If Linkin Park does manage to drop another album--knock on wood--I have no idea what emotionally-crippling event they'll sing about. The sorrow that accompanies the cancellation of their favourite Saturday-morning cartoons, maybe. Or perhaps their Xbox 360 has the dreaded Red Ring of Death?
Second: Why the bloody fuck does it all sound the same? Does anyone have an answer? Is there a formula for song-writing out there that Linkin Park is too lazy to break away from? I think this College Humour video just about sums up all my salient points: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1765596
Is my CD on repeat? Well, I'm not stupid or rich enough to waste my money on a Linkin Park CD, but I imagine that, were there a Linkin Park CD playing right now, no, no I would NOT be able to tell.
Well, work time. I look forward to wading through your hate mail when I return.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Coming Soon: The greatest blog since the Communist Manifesto
I apologize for the lack of originality and, well, content on my blog. Rest assured, an awesome blog is in the works. Once I can convince a friend to get off her lazy ass, and then sit her lazy ass in front of my computer, I will have a fully-functional blog filled with hilarity, insight, and general ass-kickery. Until then, I suppose you can live with a template.
-Aden McCarville a.k.a Combat Wombat
-Aden McCarville a.k.a Combat Wombat
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