So, as per tradition, the night of the 3rd was our annual No Pants Day celebration (being the first Friday of the month). And, in all honesty, the first couple of hours were pretty uneventful in the sense that there was no uncomfortable silly occurrences, of the type we are all too well known for on this particular evening.
In fact, Joe attempted a save by suggesting that No Pants Day was over by the time the rest of the crew arrived (Jeffie, JustJoe, and Arydaea), mentioning how it was officially Saturday, and therefore May 4th, which is apparently now Official Star Wars Day (May The Fourth Be With You...)
But, Jeffie and JustJoe proclaimed it to be No Pants Day Weekend, so there was no avoiding it...
Before I get into any more detail regarding the horrors that befell later in the evening, I should mention that we devoted the first hour of the show to paying tribute to Slayer's Jeff Hanneman, who had sadly passed the day before.
Those familiar with Hanneman's story know that he'd taken ill a couple year's ago, contracting necrotizing fasciitis, possibly from a spider bite. The official cause of death, as of recently, seems to be pointing to cirrhosis of the liver, however.
No matter, you can't prepare yourself for anything like this. I mean, come on, Hannaman was part of a major movement in heavy metal history, being part of the early thrash scene and helping to pave the way for a completely new genre of heavy music. His contributions to Slayer are practically limitless, including both music and lyrics, especially in the early years. He will be deeply and sorely missed...
So, moving along to the horrors of No Pants Day...
Okay, I confess, even I found myself to be highly creepy in the aftermath of the whole thing, when photos and video were being shared on Facebook. I mean, I even kept my shorts on this year, literally NO boxers and NO man-kini!
Can't say the same for the shirt, though.
So, yeah, in a nutshell, I put rainbow stickers around my nipples to act as Pasties, strapped on an inflatable unicorn horn, painted a mop head in rainbow hues (a HORRIBLE paint job, by the way...), and wore Jeffie's blonde wig (my head's been itchy every since...) in the interest of putting forth my ultimate personification of what a Brony would be. And I'm kinda ashamed of myself...
Of course, shame doesn't make it okay that at the end of the evening Jeffie and JustJoe beat me down and violated me with my own unicorn horn...and I'm pretty sure there was some sincere attempts at tea-bagging me at the very end...
And let's not forget Arydaea's assurances to the three of us that not only was there a No Pants Day bus outside waiting for us, but there was also a Brony bus, specifically for me.
We looked...long and hard...far and wide...there were no buses...
Lonesome Wyatt And The Holy Spooks - Curse Of The Poltergeists
Kobra And The Lotus - Forever One
Horseface - The Nile
Arsis - Sunglasses At Night
Hellbound - Blood Preacher
Queensryche - Empire
Beatallica - I Saw Her Standing There
Black Sabbath - God Is Dead?
Anvil - Eat Your Words
Black Pyramid - Bleed Out
Anciients - Flood And Fire
Ire Clad - Force It Down
Septekh - Cursing The Skies
Dead Awaken - Kingdom Of Damnation
Sacred Mother Tongue - Pawn
Pushmen - Blaze Some More Hate
Nebulous - Aggregating Powers
Y&T - Barroom Boogie
Ghost B.C. - Ghuleh/Zombie Queen
ADE - Duelling The shadow Of Spartacus
Spiritual Beggars - Wise As A Serpent
Kvelertak - Nekrokosmos
Birth A.D. - Parasites Die
Whitechapel - Alone In The Morgue
Starkill - Immortal Hunt
Suicidal Tendencies - Slam City
Blind Illusion - Blood Shower
Pestilence - Deify Thy Master
Skyclad - Halo Of Flies
Panic - Black Feather Shake
Morgoth - Female Infanticide
Dark Angel - Leave Scars
Scanner - Grapes Of Fear
Killswitch Engage - Beyond The Flames
Killswitch Engage - The New Awakening
Recap by The Metal Wulf
We had representation from three of the bands who will be playing at this year's edition of Finger Lakes Metal Fest.
So not only did we have Dave and Terry from Spater on board, but we had all of the guys from Stone Soul Foundation on hand, as well. This was the first time we've seen them since late last summer, and they were kind enough to let us play a new track, which they will be making a video for, called "Taking Back The U.S." Looking forward to seeing it once it's ready to go!
And, for the record, this will be their first ever appearance at Metal Fest, so if you've never seen them, get your asses to Donselaar's on May 18 and check them out. Well worth it!
Eric Rodriguez from Ire Clad was also on hand. Ire Clad is also appearing at Metal Fest for the first time, and they're another band that I personally can't recommend strongly enough.
Eric was actually attempting to give away tickets to another show that they're playing, in this playing along with Polka Dot Cadaver and some other greats in Watkins Glen this Saturday night.
Needless to say, Eric demonstrated some...interesting...methods of motivating people to call. He actually suggested he'd have sex at the show with whoever called in for the tickets.
Honestly, I probably shouldn't share some of the things that he was suggesting off the air...
I should also probably mention that Josh has learned to run away when people attempt to tickle him. This is a great step forward for him, to be honest, so I'm thinking in the future we may not be seeing quite as much of the "fainting goat" effect.
Time will tell!
Anyhoo, next show will feature members of both HorseFace and Stygian, and I'm pretty sure both sides are pretty pumped for this year's event! Tune in and check it out!
We had Cuss Muffin and Karma from Roc City Roller Derby on hand to bring us up to speed with derby news.
Truth is, there's a lot going on. They've recently moved to Monroe Community College (Bill Gray's Ice Plex) for future bouts, and are also now members of the WFTA (Women's Flat Track Association).
There was brief mention of No Pants Day while the girls were there, and Cuss Muffin suggested that what we needed was a No Tops Day. Not sure how that would fly, though...hmmmmm...
Somehow something was mentioned about Karma jumping over Joe as a skate stunt. The catch being, Joe has to dress as a shark, and swim around in a dunk tank, and Karma gets to dress like Fonzie from Happy Days. Personally, I say we need to make this happen before the new season is over, preferably around Joe's birthday!
Later in the evening, after Karma departed, I felt oddly compelled to give Cuss Muffin a lap dance, which didn't go quite as well as one would think. As a matter of fact, I got hip-checked...twice...and went reeling into the large wall displays where large quantities of vinyl are stored.
The day's going to come where all of those records come pouring down...
Darrel Lake had also returned to further promote his Wounded Warriors Project show that was held this past Saturday in Geneva.
Kiss - I've Had Enough (Into The Fire) Melvins - Warhead Death Ray Vision - Not For Glory Terror - Live By The Code
Spater - Sucker Punch AC/DC - Let There Be Rock Alice Chains - Stone U.D.O. - Metal Machine Crossfaith - Monolith
Cathedral - Pallbearer Anthrax - Big Eyes Nightshade - Apathy
Dead-Lift - Break-Down Poetry In Black - Black Down Cinderella - Bad Seamstress Blues/Fallin' Apart At The Seems Clutch - Crucial Velocity Adrenaline Mob - The Mob Rules Witchburner - Spirit Of The Dead
Declarations - Exodus Sworn To Remember - What's Left Six Feet Under - The Day The Dead Walked Avenger Of Blood - Spawn Of Evil Kvelertak - Snilepisk Dark Sermon - Carcass
Misfits - Scream! Misfits - Helena Misfits - Science Fiction/Double Feature Anvil - Paper General Lordi - We're Not Bad For The Kids (We're Worse) Suffocation - Rapture Of Revocation Volbeat - Room 24
Jungle Rot - Ruthless Omnipotence Mortillery - Creature Possessor Rotting Christ - Gilgames Gloryhammer - Wizards! Robot Lords Of Tokyo - Hell Will Have To wait
Cannibal Corpse - Nothing Left To Mutilate Cannibal Corpse - Buried In The Backyard Cough - Amaranth Moss - The Bleeding Years
Iron Maiden - Heaven Can Wait Lynch Mob - River Of Love Black Summer - The Grind Stryper - Soldiers Under Command Krokus - Hardrocking Man Hatriot - Weapons Of Class Destruction
Kiss - Heaven's On Fire Deep Purple - Sail Away Howl - Attrition Pyrithion - Bleed Out ASG - Avalanche
Saxon - Made In Belfast Bring Me The Horizon - The House Of Wolves ____________________________________________________
Recap by The Metal Wulf Started the evening off with KISS's "I've Had Enough (Into The Fire)" from Animalize, mainly because I was pretty sure it had been quite some time since anything had been played from that disc.
And I was right...
Joe was having just a little too much fun, however, as he kept playing the intro to Heaven's On Fire...over and over again. You know, the one where Paul Stanley goes..."WHOAWHOAWHOAWHOAOOOOOOO!!!!"
Indeed, it got so bad that later in the evening, when Joe played the full song, Rick took it out on my hide in the closing moments of the show. Yep, he totally lost it and pummeled me like a baby seal...
And that wasn't the only weirdness going on. There was one entire set of music where I could have sworn Joe was playing some of the worst garbage imaginable. I'm talking The Bee Gees...Andy Gibb...ABBA (of course...sigh...), and David Geddes' "Run, Joey, Run", which is possibly one of the worst 70's songs ever written. And yet everybody else claimed that that particular set of music was about as metal as you could get...I sure wasn't hearing it!
And, to make matters worse, by the end of the evening I was so conflicted that I didn't even believe myself! Literally, nothing that came out of my mouth seemed truthful! It was definitely one of those things that sincerely make you question your sanity! Wouldn't wish that on anybody!
So, regarding normal things, we had Darryl Lake on hand to promote the Wounded Warriors Project, which is being held at the Geneva American Legion on Saturday, April 20. Featured bands include Poetry In Black, Beneath The Words, Through Lifeless Eyes, Deadlift, Here's My Obituary, Declarations, and Sworn To Remember. Pretty sure admission is $10, or $5 with the donation of non-parishable goods to be sent to our troops. NO FOOD PLEASE!!! At least I think I've got that right, and if I didn't, I will clarify with Darryl once more, as he arrives again on Friday night for one more night of promotion.
Speaking on Friday night, looks like we'll finally be getting a visit from at least a couple of our favorite Roc City Roller Derby girls, as I believe Cuss Muffin and Karma may be dropping by. Should be a good time!
There was a touch of the ol' Full Moon Madness goin' on, and I spent the evening partially fuzzy. Still kinda disappointed that nobody wanted to scratch me behind the ears...
You'll see what I mean when the video gets shared...
Had a brief visit from some of the extended Onslaught family, as Will and Lindsey dropped in to say hello for a bit. It had actually been quite some time since the two of them had dropped by, so it was fun seeing them. Hard to believe that it's been just over a year since they became parents!
Kudos to Lindsey for being the only person who was nice enough to scratch behind my ears. It felt very nice...
So, before getting to the meat and potatoes of crazy events for the evening, I need to discuss a strange phone call that came for me during the first talk break.
Some person with a phony accent (think Apu from "The Simpsons"...) mentioned something about how he'd heard I was interested in My Little Pony. He even went so far as to extend an invite to a convention in Las Vegas, where he wanted me to be their keynote speaker for the event...
I was honestly perplexed at first. I mean, I was pretty sure somebody was just fucking with me, but let's face it, crazy shit happens with us sometimes, and I've approached a juncture where very little actually shocks me anymore. Hell, for all I know, there really COULD be some weird sort of Bronie-Con going on.
Anyhow, I declined, politely explaining to this person that I wasn't remotely interested in anything Bronie-related, in fact I went so far as to inform him that I'd never even heard the term until this past December.
The guy didn't seem to believe me. In fact, he told me to "stop being a Richard", which roughly translates to don't be a dick (short for Richard...)
I will say this, it was an amusing conversation. Rick and Joe were pretty much losing it based solely on what they could hear on my end of the conversation, which I ended by thanking the caller for listening.
Pretty sure this particular incident warrants an installment of "Randy's Rants", so be on the lookout for that.
Well, it really came as no surprise when Jeffie arrived. As a matter of fact, Azkath's abrupt departure was the first clue that trouble was on the way.
Yep, previously assumed to be shark-bait...imprisoned by Sloth, before he escaped (more on that in a bit...), Jeffie made his return to the Onslaught this past Friday night...and what a return it was...
He started parading around in his underwear (wearing a shirt, at least...), and started pelting us with empty plastic Easter eggs. And instead of fake bunny ears, he was wearing that silly dragon cap of his, which just looked really...well...
Okay, as stupid as it looked, it was pretty fucking funny, I can't deny it.
Still, he pelted us with EMPTY plastic Easter eggs! No chocolate, foiled-wrapped eggs or peanut butter cups, or Peeps (personally, I hate Peeps...), or jelly beans (can take or leave those, as well...), or...well, you get the point.
In all honesty, after getting blasted directly on the right cheek bone, I should be grateful that those eggs had nothing inside them...
Anyhoo, we proceeded to welcome him back to the show by beating the unholy fuck out of him, throwing the eggs back at him, kicking and stomping him into the ground, beating him with his own Easter basket.
Yep, welcome back, Jeffie!
So, once he was capable of movement and semi-coherent speech again, he brought us up to date on all the fun stuff that happened to him after following Joe to Florida earlier this year.
Seems that Jeffie got really bored and decided to take some Twinkies to Sloth. Now, bear in mind, at this point in time there were no Twinkies on the shelves. Oh, maybe some generic, store-brand equivalents here and there, but no real Twinkies. Jeffie managed to find an old box deep on a shelf.
And, for Sloth, this has been an EXTREMELY sensitive subject. I don't think I've ever seen anybody get so emotional over the loss of a snack cake before. The man has truly been in mourning...
So, apparently Jeffie came along with the Twinkie box, but accidentally ate them all on the way, and Sloth just lost it. Freaked out. Beat Jeffie mercilessly, and then locked him in the basement for a couple of months.
Bear in mind, Sloth actually revealed to us that Jeffie was in his basement just a mere three weeks ago when he dropped in for Ayrdaea's birthday.
So, the following week was when Azkatch received the cryptic message stating simply..."I got out..."
And, that brings us up to date, with Jeffie officially returned to the Onslaught. With that being said, anybody with a secure basement can now feel free to abduct him again, it won't be necessary to inform us of where you're keeping him.
Awwwww, Hell, who am I kidding...we're pretty well stuck with him again...
A highly sarcastic discussion centering on Iron Maiden occupied the early portion of the evening.
This coincided, of course, with the official release of Maiden England on DVD. Pretty sure this is the first time this concert video has been available on DVD in the states, and as such, the package is pretty damned solid. You not only get the original concert, but there are bonus performances from the same show that didn't make it to the original VHS release.
On top of that there's also a second disc which features The History Of Iron Maiden, Part 3 (1986-1988), not to mention 12 Wasted Years (a 2012 remaster of the late 80's documentary, also on DVD for the first time), as well as a number of remastered promo videos from that time period.
And that's not all! There's also a live CD version of the show available!
And, seemingly, this is part of the problem. Over-saturation of Iron Maiden in the metal market!
Now, as Maiden fans, Josh and I are perfectly cool with this. I'm actually chomping at the bit to get my hands on it. Joe, on the other hand, has pretty much had enough. That, however, didn't stop the rest of us from teasing him on the air about how much he LOVES Iron Maiden. As a matter of fact, he likes the new live CD so much, he played "Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son" within the first hour of the Onslaught! I mean, that's the LONGEST track on the setlist, so he must really, REALLY dig that tune!
Further discussion of my supposed upcoming expression of Bronie-ism on No Pants Day was held, and I actually did confess to researching this bizarre phenomenon, just a little bit.
Personally, I just don't get it...
I mean, I don't have an issue when it comes to adults liking cartoons. Personally, I still love most of the old classics, Loony Toons in particular. Some of that stuff just never gets old. Flintstones, Scooby Doo, Underdog, Josie And The Pussycats, Tom And Jerry...all good, still love them, no problem.
Bronie's are an odd bunch, though. I mean, if you like the cartoons, fine, but holy shit, the money people are willing to drop so they can have a Rainbow Dash wig? Or socks? Or lunch boxes? Or a fucking $65.00 zipper hoodie? Really? Adult males are into this crap?
Seriously, you have my assurance that No Pants Day is going to be 100% Bronie-free...
The only other major item of note that I can remember is hearing ABBA playing during most of the talk breaks. I mean, I KNEW I was hearing ABBA, but the rest of the guys kept saying I was crazy, and that there was no ABBA playing at all.
It all must have been too much to bear, though, as Rick finally lost it, claiming that he had heard enough, and yelling about how Abba sucked. He then came out and beat the snot out of me, throwing me around the studio like a rag doll, bludgeoning my knees with large metal pipes, and basically leaving me a bruised mess on the floor.
Now, considering who was running the sound board, I'm pretty sure it was Joe who should have received that beating. Not that I'd normally wish harm upon the guy, but I'm just saying that it certainly wasn't ME who was trying to be all deceptive and shit. As for the rest of the guys, well Hell, they were in on the joke as well, so I don't think they've got a lot of room to bitch!
Yep, definitely should have been somebody else on the other end of that beatdown...Where's Jeffie when you need him?
Very likely the craziest night we'll have on the show all year. Of course, I'm not going to swear to that, because we've still got nine and a half months of craziness to get through.
Anyhoo, we'd been preparing for this particular evening for a number of weeks, as we wanted to do something special for Arydaea Insanity (the little lady who does most of the video recording for both the Metallic Onslaught as well as The Last Exit For The Lost), in honor of her birthday. This is actually the second time we've gotten a large number of her friends to converge on the same night. Two years ago we had met in Ithaca for an edition of The Last Exit, with all of us from the Onslaught showing up, as well as members of Zadoc...And The Nightmare!, and many others as well. It went over pretty well, so Azkath arranged another one for this year, this time at the Onslaught.
So, if you tuned in, you know things were pretty much out of control right from the starting gate. My vote for surreal moment of the evening was when Shoebox (of Worm Quartet fame) suggested we all randomly read the closest thing within reach, simultaneously.
There is video of this occurring, and it's pretty damned funny. Stay tuned!
In addition to Shoebox, we also saw the return of JustJoe, who's always good for his own brand of insanity, and there was also an appearance put in by Sloth, who we'd last seen on The Last Exit on their End Of The World show.
We'd also seen Sloth back in June when we celebrated Joe's birthday, the high point of that evening being a round of soccer with a ball constructed of barbed wire...
Cortland's Sanjuro Fields had also dropped in for Arydaea's birthday. Truth is, we'd tried to get them in the studio about a month earlier, on the same night that some of us were to go see Doro Pesch.
You'll recall that the weather that night put a damper on a LOT of people's plans...
Anyway, Sanjuro Fields are pretty killer if you've never heard them or seen them live. Good high energy band with some catchy tunes, leaning a bit toward the punk end of the spectrum. Worth a listen, without a doubt, and you can find them right here on good ol' Facebook!
So, I'm not even going to attempt to recount everything that happened Friday night, it would be pointless. A lot of stuff got lost in the madness, and everything is pretty much a blur. All I can say is between photos and video, you can expect to see loads of madness and things done with balloons that...well, I'm pretty sure balloons weren't meant to be used in such a way...
So, things should return to some semblance of "normalcy" on the next edition of the show, when we'll be getting a visit from some of our Roc City Roller Derby friends. Most of the ladies haven't been out to see us in quite some time, so this should be pretty entertaining!
Only got to enjoy the last two hours of the show this week, as Rick, Bill and myself had gone to see Nile at the Montage in Rochester.
Gotta say, Nile kicked ass. Will definitely have to check them out again sometime. In the interest of getting to the Onslaught, Rick and I had left after the first of their two sets, though.
We did get to hear a little bit of the Onslaught on the radio as we came back toward Geneva, which is usually fairly amusing, because you can generally hear the guys as they talk shit about you!
Yep, imagine my shock when I heard Joe say that he hates me...I was pretty bummed, but I didn't let it show. If anything, I was probably just as shocked to hear Azkath say that he actually likes me. I find that one kinda hard to swallow, especially in light of another pre-fabricated statement that he once again insists that I gave to him to read on my behalf.
So, here's the deal: This "statement" suggests that I'm going to come out on No Pants Day, displaying my Bronie-ism in a manner suitable for the occasion.
** What Azkath Read: I would like to provide a warning to all. This coming No Pants Day, I promise that I will not be any more pantless than I have in the past, but, and that is a big butt, I will finally admit to my bronyism, and let it flourish, it the most appropriate way possible for a No Pants Day celebration. You have been warned. I love you all. **
Yeah, that don't sound good at all. I mean, the whole Bronie thing is a pile o' crap anyway, I've pretty well established that. I can categorically say that there will be no Bronie-ing on No Pants Day. I'm just gonna throw on a pair of shorts and keep them on for the night. I'm letting someone else make an ass of themselves this year. Whatever happens, I WILL NOT be the one to blame! Mark my words!
And to make matters worse, Joe turned around and installed another chip in me. I swear, I've gotta stop dozing off on the show, because I'm gettin' a little tired of him tampering with my brain like that. I mean, this time he outfitted me with the "THX Chip"...
Yeah...THX...that wonderful sound sample you get to hear before certain movies. You know you've heard it...one of the most God-awful, annoying sounds in the world. I even spent a good portion of one of the final talk breaks imitating it. Wasn't hard, because every time music played, that's what I heard!
Azkath tried to help, but really didn't help at all. I guess he somehow felt he could beat the chip out of me somehow...but he just made matters worse. I mean, I can hear music, but it's always interspersed with that wretched THX sound...just terrible, really, really terrible...I guess that's what he gets for attempting to use electrocution to short out the chip. Not fun...seriously, I had smoke coming out of my ears for two days. Try explaining THAT at work...
With that being said, I've gotta say that this has without a doubt been the worst of the bunch. How I've maintained my sanity at work, or anywhere else for that matter, is completely beyond me...I just hope I can keep it together until the next installment, where I'm hoping Joe can take it out once and for all...
Had a couple of surprise visits throughout the evening, the most surprising being the arrival of Steve Papagiorgio, who we last saw leaving the Onslaught in a massive hurry. As you'll remember, Stave attempted to drop by last May.
On No Pants Day...
Yep, he didn't stick around long...
Cool seeing him, although we didn't get a chance to really question him about any current ventures (more like schemes...) he may or may not be involved in. Hoping we can pry into his brain a bit next time!
Lance also arrived, ironically just after we'd played a new track from Stryper, which wasn't terrible, as far as they go. One of those bands I'm usually on the fence about.
Speaking of Lance, he and I had both subjected the listening audience to our respective singing voices. It was an amusing segment, at least from our end.
Seriah Azkath was once again on hand, offering me a gift in the early going, supposedly to make up for the endless taunting he's been doing in recent weeks, constantly dangling the promise of minty fresh breath strips, sometimes directly under my nose.
Seems that my beating him down the previous week didn't sit well. The gift in question turned out to be a portable CD player, kinda old-school, but still useful, in the right hands.
Turned out these were the wrong hands, though...
Yep, and those wrong hands planted that thing directly to the side of my cranium...painfully...soon to be followed up with a fire extinguisher, which, as you can well imagine, was far worse than the discman...
And that pretty much sums up last week!
As for the next installment, look for Joe and Josh in the early going, along with Azkath, I would bet.
Rick and I should be showing up a little later, as we'll be in Rochester checking out Nile at the Montage Music Hall. Pretty sure we'll have plenty to say about this one once we get there!
Victor Griffin's In-Graved - Love Song For The Dying
Savatage - Chance
Kiss - All American Man
Maelstrom - Arise
Voivod - Corps Etranger
Recap by The Metal Wulf...
Gotta say, it was cool having some representation from Setiva on the show this past Friday night. Most of us have known Ferg since his days in Loopus, and we got to talk about some of those fun times, as well as the recent reformation of Setiva.
They'll be out and about doing some shows in the coming months, most notably the 4/20 show at Pineapple Jack's, which will likely have at least a couple of us in attendance. Gonna be a tough call, as that's also the same day as the Wounded Warrior's benefit show in Geneva. Hmmmmm...
Speaking of shows, there was some happy discussion regarding Testament's show in Buffalo the previous Sunday. Great sets from all the bands that played, yet sadly Overkill had to cancel due to Blitz's bout with pneumonia. Apparently it was bad enough that Overkill actually had to back out of the rest of the tour while Bobby recovers.
Still, if you haven't seen this show yet, don't let that deter you! Check 'em out!
So, as you'll remember, Joe had taken out the Abba chip so I'd be able to enjoy the Testament show, which I have to say I was immensely grateful for. The idea of hearing Chuck Billy singing "Fernando" was kind of frightening to me, to be honest.
But, I didn't end up getting off quite as lucky as I'd thought. At some juncture I must have briefly dozed off in between talk breaks, and somehow a new chip got placed in me.
And in it's own way, it sucks JUST AS BAD as the Abba chip. See, instead of hearing random ABBA songs whenever music plays...all I hear now is Gordon Lightfoot singing "The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald"...
Okay, admittedly, I've never really disliked this song. It's not like it's a bad song, but still...every time I hear music? All day long, while I'm at work...over and over and over...
Yup, I'm in hell, all over again...
I'd have to say that these circumstances probably contributed, at least in part, to my actions later in the show. For those who were listening, you know that Azkath was taunting me once again with his damned breath strips. Well, he pushed me a little too far, and I went off on him. I ended up throwing him into one of the corners, following it up with a running splash that should look pretty cool on video, once it's up. I tried going in for a Stink-Face after he crumpled to the floor, but he was able to avoid that particular indignity.
Things went back and forth from there, we basically beat the tar out of each other. But, in the end, I think I had him on the run...at least this time...
Eventually I DID end up with some breath strips, and well...things got a little weird from there. By weird I mean everybody's shirts and/or hoodies seemed so soft. Just couldn't stop touching fabric...never had that happen before...very strange experience...
Of course, nobody else seemed very receptive, and I can't say I can blame them. In retrospect, I'm not overly comfortable with that, either...
Note to self: Stay away from breath strips...even if they ARE minty fresh awesomeness...