Last night was Cradle of Filth at Ram's Head Live.
On the way up I went to Pei Wei because I wanted some scallops. I didn't recognize anyone who was working there (which is good because if anyone stayed there for 2 years, I would pity them). Much to my surprise they had brought back one of my favorite dishes, the Lemon Pepper. Lemon Pepper scallops would be fantastic... only they don't have scallops anymore. Or pork. When they got the pork, it was a big to-do. Now it's gone. Well anyway, lemon pepper chicken is still quite good.
The Cradle of Filth show was fine. Satyricon opened. (We missed Septic Flesh.) They (Satyricon) played a bunch of crap and finished with a song that could have passed for black metal. CoF only played for an hour. The vocal performance was a million times better than when I saw them on the Midian tour. Unfortunately most of the songs they played were from albums I don't own. They did play a couple things from Dusk... and Her Embrace and The Principle of Evil Made Flesh. "Her Ghost in the Fog" was the only song I really knew, though.
Oh and some guy got knocked out cold in the pit. EMTs took him away. And this chick went crowdsurfing about 300 times. There were several people there who looked like they were lost. And there were of course those people who dress like idiots and wear makeup. Hehehe.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Drupal & zombiemetal.com
I have started the process to get Drupal on zombiemetal.com.
However, GoDaddy's menu system is a big fucking headache. After a couple HOURS of not getting anywhere, I finally installed Drupal. Last I checked, it was "creating database." Then I got site errors.
Once it's done I should be able to build a new zombiemetal.com that will be marginally more interesting than the current one.
Coming next, a new burningshadows.com, which I intend to look extremely similar to the current site.
Also, I was thinking that Burning Shadows should create a short EP for no reason. My intended tracklist:
1. Oathbreaker
2. Stormrider (Iced Earth)
3. Battle Hymn (Manowar)
4. a live song?
However, GoDaddy's menu system is a big fucking headache. After a couple HOURS of not getting anywhere, I finally installed Drupal. Last I checked, it was "creating database." Then I got site errors.
Once it's done I should be able to build a new zombiemetal.com that will be marginally more interesting than the current one.
Coming next, a new burningshadows.com, which I intend to look extremely similar to the current site.
Also, I was thinking that Burning Shadows should create a short EP for no reason. My intended tracklist:
1. Oathbreaker
2. Stormrider (Iced Earth)
3. Battle Hymn (Manowar)
4. a live song?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Airlines Suck
Yesterday's flight to Suck Diego was one of the bottom 5 flights evar.
The misery began, as it often does, at the ticket counter. I recently made United Premier, which means that they have killed me slowly on enough planes that I get certain perks. One such perk is that I don't have to check in with the rest of you idiots. I get my own line. I'm sure they think it's a great idea, but not when the Premier line is longer than the commoner line. So, I got in the commoner line... well it wasn't so much a line as it was walking right up to the counter and checking in. So, I'm standing there waiting for the counter guy to put that sticky bar code thingy on my bag. But he's just kinda staring at me. Then it went something like this:
"Yes, sir?"
"I want to check this bag."
"Use the machine here."
"I did. Here's my boarding pass."
"There's nothing back here. Did you pay the baggage fee?"
"I don't have to. I'm Premier."
"The Premier check-in is over there."
"I know. But there's a line. This way could've been faster."
"Well you didn't check in right, then."
At this point he started treating some other passenger like an idiot. So, I interrupted him:
"Are you going to check my bag?"
"You need to check in. The Premier line is over there."
"I AM checked in! Here's my boarding pass."
"Did you pay the fee?"
"I DON'T HAVE TO I'M PREMIER."
Hearing the ruckus, this idiot's boss came over. "The printer's jammed."
I got no apology for this guy talking to me like I'm an idiot. I should have demanded that he be publicly executed.
So, then my flight was delayed 3 or 4 times. So that was lame.
Then I get my (window) seat. I boarded pretty quickly (I'm Premier, remember) and was just lulled into a false sense of security when the other people in my row showed up. There was a lady in the middle seat with a baby, then a little girl in the next seat, the across the aisle, another lady and a baby. They suggested I trade seats with the other lady and baby but the flight attendant wouldn't let us because there are only 4 oxygen masks for every 3 seats.
Anyway all was well for about 10 minutes. I was trying to get to sleep. But every time I dosed off, the baby would grab my arm or shoulder or something. So I would jerk my arm away. It startled me every time. This went on for the entire fucking flight. The mother didn't give a fuck. Oh yeah and all 3 kids/babies did not stop screaming the entire fucking flight. I had a terrible headache after about an hour.
When we landed, the people made me climb over the other two seats because they wanted to wait to get off for whatever reason.
Then the baggage claim: My fucking bag came out open. My shave kit thing had fallen out. Nothing else appears to be missing, but it's some bullshit. Glenn had it worse though. A bunch of bags got caught on the conveyor belt, including his. When his bag didn't come out (as well as a few other people's) we went to the baggage guy. His attitude was pretty much "how about that... oh well" It took them 20 minutes to actually do anything about it. The guy just didn't give a fuck.
I hate San Diego and I hate flying.
The misery began, as it often does, at the ticket counter. I recently made United Premier, which means that they have killed me slowly on enough planes that I get certain perks. One such perk is that I don't have to check in with the rest of you idiots. I get my own line. I'm sure they think it's a great idea, but not when the Premier line is longer than the commoner line. So, I got in the commoner line... well it wasn't so much a line as it was walking right up to the counter and checking in. So, I'm standing there waiting for the counter guy to put that sticky bar code thingy on my bag. But he's just kinda staring at me. Then it went something like this:
"Yes, sir?"
"I want to check this bag."
"Use the machine here."
"I did. Here's my boarding pass."
"There's nothing back here. Did you pay the baggage fee?"
"I don't have to. I'm Premier."
"The Premier check-in is over there."
"I know. But there's a line. This way could've been faster."
"Well you didn't check in right, then."
At this point he started treating some other passenger like an idiot. So, I interrupted him:
"Are you going to check my bag?"
"You need to check in. The Premier line is over there."
"I AM checked in! Here's my boarding pass."
"Did you pay the fee?"
"I DON'T HAVE TO I'M PREMIER."
Hearing the ruckus, this idiot's boss came over. "The printer's jammed."
I got no apology for this guy talking to me like I'm an idiot. I should have demanded that he be publicly executed.
So, then my flight was delayed 3 or 4 times. So that was lame.
Then I get my (window) seat. I boarded pretty quickly (I'm Premier, remember) and was just lulled into a false sense of security when the other people in my row showed up. There was a lady in the middle seat with a baby, then a little girl in the next seat, the across the aisle, another lady and a baby. They suggested I trade seats with the other lady and baby but the flight attendant wouldn't let us because there are only 4 oxygen masks for every 3 seats.
Anyway all was well for about 10 minutes. I was trying to get to sleep. But every time I dosed off, the baby would grab my arm or shoulder or something. So I would jerk my arm away. It startled me every time. This went on for the entire fucking flight. The mother didn't give a fuck. Oh yeah and all 3 kids/babies did not stop screaming the entire fucking flight. I had a terrible headache after about an hour.
When we landed, the people made me climb over the other two seats because they wanted to wait to get off for whatever reason.
Then the baggage claim: My fucking bag came out open. My shave kit thing had fallen out. Nothing else appears to be missing, but it's some bullshit. Glenn had it worse though. A bunch of bags got caught on the conveyor belt, including his. When his bag didn't come out (as well as a few other people's) we went to the baggage guy. His attitude was pretty much "how about that... oh well" It took them 20 minutes to actually do anything about it. The guy just didn't give a fuck.
I hate San Diego and I hate flying.
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