My goal is to write something so moving the government insists on banning it.
As long as people can read, I will write.
The Saddest Album I've Ever Experienced, Part 4
Welcome back to The Saddest Album I’ve Ever Experienced. This is the fourth part of a six-part series. Part D; the terrifying unknown after stage 2, late stage two at that, because we will hit Stage 3 here in this article. It’s a tough listen, especially the aforementioned “STAGE 3”. Get your tissues ready, because oh me, oh my.
The Saddest Albums I've Ever Experienced, Part 2
Welcome back to the series I’m doing on the Melodrama “Everywhere at the end of time” by The Caretaker. Today we are going to be looking at the album “B” along with the intermission song called “STAGE 2”. In the least article, I kept referring to the listener, and reader as “Us, the Diagnosed”. I did that because that’s how its meant to be listened to. This is an Alzheimer’s simulator; we are the ones going through this. In this instance we are The Diagnosed. In this article it’s not going to change.
The Saddest Albums I've Ever Experienced, Part One
It’s been a while, a statement I put in most of my writings. My last article being 11 months ago, about Begotten, which was honestly one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen ( I’ll never let that shit down). I’ve made a new year resolution (Happy New Year by the way), to write every single day. And try to publish something at least twice a week. And what better way to hold me to that than to start off with a six-part album series, or melodrama, that can cause the happiest person to fall into the deepest depression anyone has ever known.
Don't Watch Begotten
I’m back! What a year and a half it has been. From personal stuff to a pandemic, it feels like a final battle of a video game. And since I have a lot of free time from procrastinating school and making music with four different groups/bands, I decided to add to my already busy schedule and do something that everyone else has done already: Watch “Disturbing” movies and give my own, non-film critic criticism. And I’m going to continue this in the future, I have ten (possibly more) movies to get through. Call it a series, if you will.
I Tried Stupid Lifehacks
There is a plethora of life hacks on the internet, and being we cant do anything because of COVID-19, I decided to see if I could try out some of these so called "life hacks." I found this video while procrastinating on an essay for school that was due the same day at 10pm (sorry Mum, sorry Nina), but hey! at least now I know to never listen to these stupid videos again. This film in particular had 5 life hacks. I wanted to try them all before I begun writing this, but after the video was over I wanted my six minutes and 27 seconds back. I could've used that time to finish my essay seven earlier than I actually did.
I Tried Out Randonautica For The First Time
Randonautica is an app that has gained a lot of attraction in the recent months. On the surface it’s an app that takes you on small adventures in your hometown. You open the app, and a random set of coordinates are given to you to go explore the area. But this app has a deeper, darker side to it. It is said to be able to “Glitch the Matrix” in our “simulation”. If you don’t know the Simulation theory, I will link an article at the bottom by a fellow Vocal Media author. This app hit the mainstream after two teens were led to an area by the app, that had human body parts in a suitcase. It was off the shore in Seattle, the remains were identified, but the killer(s) and motive have not yet been. This investigation is still ongoing. I’ll link that article as well. It is said that if you focus on a certain intention, positive or negative, the app will give you the directions to get to that intention. So, me being the scientific person I am, I ran an experiment. With my fiancé Celeste and high school bud Danny, we set out to test this intention theory with the Randonautica app. The kicker is, I told nobody the intentions I was thinking of, and I was thinking of five. Let’s see how many land.
My Favorite Movie Mishaps
If you know me, you know I love movies. Next to music, movies are a passion of mine. I’ve gotten to the point where (ask my mom about this) I critique the living shit out of any movie I watch. I don’t know if its boredom, or the fact that I’m very analytical, but in this piece, I’m going to share some of my absolute favorite movie mishaps and potholes.
That Damn Cat
When I was a young lad, about four or five, I was attacked by a cat. A declawed one, at that, and it traumatized me. Fast-forward 16 years, and I own my very first cat. A Siamese I named “Punk-Ass” as a homage to my father and mother’s Siamese cat “Punk-Ass Feo”, but then changed the name to “Ho” because while watching Jerry Springer I laughed and said “stupid Ho” to the TV and my cat came to me. She would answer to Ho, but not Punk, Punk-ass, or anything else, so it just stuck. Anyways, how, you may ask, did I, an overfed long-haired gnome (shouts out Eric Burdon) go from fearing felines due to a traumatic experience with a boxing kitty, to giving these animals the highest pedestal I can by accepting them as my favorite animal of all time? To answer that question, I really don’t know, that’s a good question for another piece. But let me take you back to the time a declawed cat caused me to fear cats more than death itself.