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Opinion: If You Can’t Handle Me at My Worst, I Gotta Warn You It Doesn’t Get Much Better

Posted on July 9, 2021 by Ted Pillow

I’m far from perfect. I fuck up, make mistakes. And I’m not always easy to be around. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, you should just give up now because it actually doesn’t get a whole lot better. I’m in a Panda Express dumpster right now and it’s still the best day I’ve had all week.

Being in a relationship means picking your partner up when they’re down, sticking together through thick and thin. After all, everyone has good days and bad days. The only problem: for you, picking kung pao chicken out of your girlfriend’s hair is probably as low as it gets. For me, this is just about the best birthday I’ve ever had.

It just so happens that my lows are lower than the average person’s lows and my highs…well, they’re also surprisingly lower than the average person’s lows. That’s just my lot in life. Some say it’s bad luck, others say it’s a combination of alcohol, drugs, gambling, character flaws, horrible decision making, and being a Gemini.

Take yesterday for example. After a Four Loko breakfast, I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment and spent the afternoon wandering an Applebee’s parking lot, crying and occasionally vomiting until my son found me and drove me home. You must have been thinking that this is what rock bottom looks like, and you’re sort of right…usually, I at least have the decency to get wasted in the parking of a Chili’s or TGI Friday’s.

Just how bad does it get? Well, I get cranky before I have my morning coffee. My therapists say I’m pathologically jealous. Oh, and I have a massive back tattoo that just says “Mountain Dew: Code Red.” This is a stolen car. Also, Brendan Fraser has a restraining order against me.

At least one of my shoes is wet at all times. I never know how or why, it’s just the way it is.

So I can’t blame you if you want out. That’s why I’m warning you now. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, you better get the hell out of here before this MDMA wears off.

Nu-Metal Fans and Hardcore Fans Form Uneasy Truce Over Mutual Glassjaw Fandom

Posted on July 9, 2021 by John Dixon

HEMPSTEAD, N.Y. — Fans of hardcore and nu-metal announced a peace agreement after finding common ground in their mutual love for seminal post-hardcore band Glassjaw, confirmed relieved sources present at what is being called the “Long Island Accord.”

“Normally I don’t go in for all that hardcore shit. I always thought it was for weird losers in big cargo shorts, but Glassjaw kinda rules,” explained JNCO-clad nu-metal fan Lance Ray. “They’ve got all the stuff you need to be a nu-metal band: Ross Robinson produced their album, they were signed to Roadrunner, and my best friend Marco got knocked when he was pitting to them. They’re like one Knotfest performance away from being fully inducted into the nu-metal Hall of Fame.”

Hardcore representative Joey Weir expressed a similar sentiment, albeit from the opposite side of the matter.

“Nu-metal is a complete clown show, man. A bunch of wannabe tough guys wearing dumb ass clothes and jumping around like idiots,” Weir said, leaning against a brick wall with his arms crossed. “I mean yeah it’s got downtuned chug riffs and shouted vocals like hardcore, but they’re actually worlds apart as genres. Normally I’d say anyone who likes it unironically is a poser who should go die. But when I found out that dude with the weird pants over there was into a classic band like Glassjaw, I kinda started to think he might be alright. I’m not ready to invite a nu-metal guy to my house for dinner, but at least we’re making progress.”

News of the budding unlikely friendship even reached members of the band itself, with vocalist Daryl Palumbo expressing excitement at the unifying nature of their music.

“It’s really beautiful that an album we put out two decades ago can continue to bring people together, transcending even the deep rivalry between punks and nu-metal fans,” Palumbo said. “While I’m sure two aggressive dudes into heavy music would have eventually found common ground elsewhere, I’m just happy to have had a small part in making it happen that much sooner. Guess I really showed those reviewers that called my voice on ‘Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Silence’ atonal… could someone with an atonal voice bridge musical and cultural divides like this? Don’t think so.”

At press time, mediators were beginning to initiate peace talks between a local straight edge crew and a pack of Juggalos.

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Quiz: Is He Ghosting You, or Is He Being Held by Vladimir Putin in an Undisclosed Russian Prison?

Posted on July 8, 2021 by Dianne Nora

We’ve all been there. You thought things were going great with the new guy you’re seeing, but it’s been a few days, and you haven’t heard from him. You’re not sure if you should worry that he’s moved on to someone new, or if he’s being held in an unnamed penal colony somewhere East of Moscow.

No one wants to be the girl who can’t take a hint! But as the rules of dating grow more complicated every day, and Western leaders continue to appease exceedingly autocratic dictators, it can be hard to tell.

Let us help: Is he ghosting you, or is he being denied access to the outside world for challenging Putin’s brutal regime?

You notice on social media that his style has changed lately. What new look is he rocking?

1. He’s definitely getting swole. He’s been posting lots of gym selfies with captions like #singleandthirsty.

2. His face has grown increasingly gaunt after weeks of his hunger strike, though he has recently resumed eating a few bites of oatmeal a day.

You text him early Friday to check in about his weekend plans. What’s his response?

1. He takes a few hours to answer, then leaves a vague message about going out with his boys. You notice the next day that someone posted a pic of him out at your fave dance spot.

2. You don’t hear from him for months, save for a Youtube video shared with his supporters across the world.

Your birthday is coming up. You’d talked about celebrating together, but you didn’t make concrete plans. As the day nears…

1. He says he’s not sure if he can get off work, and then cancels on you last minute.

2. He’s grown increasingly forgetful since he was poisoned with a military nerve agent last August. He’s been poisoned before, but this attack caused him to slip briefly into a coma.

You run into his friends in your neighborhood. When you casually ask about him, they…

1. They avoid specifics, and change the subject quickly.

2. They cannot answer any questions for fear of persecution. Their entire operation, once a thriving, multi-city resistance, is moving underground under threat of mass purges.

Results:

You answered mostly 1s:
I hate to be blunt, but you deserve honesty. This guy is definitely ghosting you.

You answered mostly 2s:
He’s Alexei Navalny, and the only crime he is guilty of is repeatedly exposing the corruption and greed of Vladimir Putin and his allies. Reports on his condition from the Russian state can be neither verified nor trusted. You must be uncompromising in your demand for his immediate release, so you can get back to worrying about important stuff— like what swimsuit is flattering for your body type!

Bottom Hi-Hat Would Like To Be On Top For Once

Posted on July 8, 2021 by Kyle Stanley

COLUMBIA, S.C. — The bottom half of a pair of Zildjian “Goon Rock” hi-hats owned by local drummer Felix Hevierre expressed a desire to have their turn in the top position after a practice session late yesterday evening, mildly aroused sources confirmed.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful for all of the absolutely rim-shaking chicks and sizzles over the years,” said the bottom hi-hat from underneath their partner. “I’ve always dreamed of being clamped into that metal thingy with the wingnut and giving the top a few teabags while Felix plays the ride cymbal. I know the top half has been very clear about their role, but I’m starting to feel like it might be nice to switch things up every once in a while, or at least have a crash cymbal over for drinks and maybe see where things go.”

While a turn-based system may work for some couples, the bottom’s partner insists that a role reversal would be anything but harmonic.

“I’m sympathetic to the bottom’s desires and want nothing more than to make beautiful music together, but if the bottom one got on top I’d get fucking crippled. It’s not a matter of unheard needs, it’s just logistics,” said the top half of the hi-hat, adding that they are the 16-inch large size variety. “The bottom is way sturdier than I am. I was pounded to be thinner and crisper by the indentured servants in the Zildjian copper mines. Those enchanted blood mallets beat me mercilessly, and I can tell you that I feel no guilt whatsoever about claiming my rightful position.”

Hevierre, who bought the cymbals along with his drum kit in 2008, is doing his best to stay out of the whole thing.

“I’d never had a single piece of hardware complain about anything in all my years drumming for Critterhouse,” the drummer said. “The one time I put the top one on the bottom, I caught it right away and never even attached the bottom one, but I bet that’s what got the bottom one thinking. I know these kinds of dynamics really take a lot of communication and work to sustain, so I feel awful that I might have fucked that up.”

At press time the bottom half is still waiting for their opportunity as Hevierre is still waiting for a single show promoter to return a Twitter DM.

7 Wild Facts About “The Shining” That Are Driving You and Your Spouse Apart

Posted on July 8, 2021 by Nathan Kamal

“The Shining” is, simply put, one of the greatest horror films ever made. Hell, it’s one of the greatest films ever made, period! But what a lot of people don’t know is that, behind the scenes, The Shining was just as crazy as a wall of blood flooding out of an elevator! And even wilder, these facts about the legendary adaptation of Stephen King’s bestseller are driving you and your spouse further apart every day.

Here are seven mind-blowing facts about Stanley Kubrick’s groundbreaking masterpiece that will change the way you stare at your partner silently and think, “Did I marry the right person?”

FACT #1: Horrormeister Stephen King hates Kubrick’s film, just like your spouse. He’s gone on record many times with what he describes as the director’s lack of respect for his work and how much it rankled him— much like your life partner’s lack of respect for this 1980 leap forward for the entire genre of psychological thrillers.

FACT #2: Kubrick’s family helped with the film production; his wife and daughter worked in set and music design, while his brother-in-law Jan Harlan executive produced. Just knowing that a notoriously prickly and reserved person like Kubrick still had his loved ones close to him during such a stressful production, and could rely on them, makes the growing gulf between you and the person you thought knew seem that much greater.

FACT #3: Academy Award-winning actor Jack Nicholson improvised the iconic line “Here’s Johnny!” and Kubrick, having never seen The Tonight Show, left it in. Even though it’s ranked #68 on the AFI’s Greatest Film Quotes, your spouse considers it the single worst thing they’ve ever heard, and that caused you two to have a screaming match in IKEA that time.

FACT #4: Moon landing. Fake. Why can’t they admit that?

FACT #5: The Overlook Hotel features a lot of impossible architecture, most notably a window in Mr. Ullman’s office that cannot possibly exist. Your spouse feels that such “mistakes” destroy the suspension of disbelief. They just refuse to understand that these deliberate discrepancies create a subtextual feeling of unease. They never understand anything. Not how you feel, not this.

FACT #6: The Overlook Hotel is not a real hotel! The exterior shots are of Oregon’s Timberline Lodge, while the expressionistically oblique interiors were sound-stage constructions. Of course, this destroyed your lifelong plans for a honeymoon in Room #237 and put you both on this toxic road which seems more inescapable every day.

Soon enough you will be communicating only through the little man who lives in your finger and writing “ECROVID” on the walls in lipstick.

FACT #7: Kubrick famously murdered everyone on set after the filming of the last scene for verisimilitude, cementing it as one of the most fraught yet creative productions in the history of film. Your spouse thinks it was a bit much to track down Scatman Crothers and actually kill him with an axe, and even if you secretly agree, you won’t give them the satisfaction this time.

Wow! Working on “The Shining” sure sounds as scary as the picture itself! And even if it’s pushing you and your spouse apart a little more with each viewing, at least you always have the 1997 TV miniseries “The Shining” starring Steven Weber to bring you closer when times get hard.

Ungrateful Band of Sellouts Doesn’t Put Free Stickers in With Merch Orders

Posted on July 8, 2021 by John Danek

EL PASO, Texas — Post-hardcore band Asbestocide reportedly sold out what little cred they’ve obtained by not including free swag such as stickers or buttons in with their merch orders, betrayed fans declared.

“If I spend my hard-earned cash to support your band by buying a sick graphic long sleeve tee, I expect to be compensated for my efforts,” explained former Asbestocide fan Kelly Chaudhary, who has since returned her shirt, now covered in cat hair, via mail. “What are you, a bunch of diehard capitalists? Am I just a customer to you? If the answer is no, then give me some free shit! I would have put those stickers in highly visible places, like my laptop, or even my water bottle. You can’t buy that sort of exposure. They fucked up.”

Terry Ludwig, bassist and backup vocalist of Asbestocide, attempted to justify the band’s merch practices to fans.

“We were finally getting some heat behind the band when the pandemic hit, and we haven’t been able to play shows or rehearse for over a year — money’s tight!” explained Ludwig, whose punk status continues to fall after being seen allegedly paying for extra guac at Chipotle. “We have to save band money wherever we can. So for now, no free goodies in with orders. And let’s get it straight: our stickers are super high quality. They’re durable! These stickers will surely outlive your fandom of us as they rot on your snowboard or crusty refrigerator in an apartment you rent.”

Professional sticker designers applauded the band for not giving away the decals, and admitted they are sick of their products being treated like worthless baubles.

“My art has value! How dare you treat stickers like packets of ketchup or songs on Spotify. Each die-cut sticker is a piece of art that should be taken seriously as a commodity,” stated a defiant Raoul Lambert, owner of Sticker, I Hardly Know Her, LLC. “I work long, tough hours with indecisive bands to create a product which will end up in urinals, Crate guitar amps, or 1993 Ford Tempo bumpers. I source the finest papers and polymers for my product. It’s time I get some respect around here.”

Asbestocide garnered further criticism at their first post-quarantine show after not throwing their drum sticks or guitar picks into the crowd.

Review: Power Trip ‘Hornet’s Nest’

Posted on July 7, 2021 by Kevin Tit

Grammy-nominated metal giants Power Trip were part of a new breed of bands that pushed the limits of the genre. This song was originally part of an Adult Swim singles series that quickly became a fan favorite, racking up over one million streams faster than any other song in the band’s catalog.

I actually meant to pick up a copy of the Hornet’s Nest flexi 7” from their merch booth when I saw them in Baltimore back in 2019 but unfortunately, I broke my neck headbanging during their set and was rushed out in an ambulance. I tried to convince the venue staff to let me stay but the dickhead venue owner said there was “a bone sticking out of my neck” and that I “should go to the hospital immediately”.

Lucky for me, Adult Swim was aware of my work as a high-profile music journalist and sent over one of the original test pressings of the flexi directly via UPS Red. Now, I’m not one hundred percent sure why or how this happened, but my mail person ended up delivering the 7” to my neighbor’s house where it’s been sitting on their porch for the last couple of weeks. I would have snagged it by now, but there just so happens to be a giant hornet’s nest on that porch as well. How’s that for fucking irony?

This thing is massive. So massive that I’m pretty sure the people living there just abandoned using the front door altogether. The city deemed it a public health hazard and sent someone out to remove it last week but that poor bastard ended up getting stung so bad he was helivaced to the hospital and put in a medically induced coma. I think he’s still unconscious.

Despite all that happening I was still determined to try and get it myself. I mean, UPS Red isn’t cheap. I didn’t want Adult Swim to waste all that money because of some massive colony containing hundreds, maybe thousands of aggressive poisonous hellbeasts with wings. So, about two nights ago I decided to take my shot. I threw on my leather jacket and my roommate’s motorcycle helmet for protection and crept on over.

I figured since the sun was down they were asleep and even if a few weren’t, I had more than enough protection. I was sadly mistaken. They were not asleep. I took a step on that wooden porch and it made a loud creak which startled a lot of them because they immediately swarmed me before I could even reach to grab my package. There were so many all over the helmet and in a panic, I took it off, threw it at the nest on the porch and ran for my fucking life. I got about three blocks before I realized they were gone.

Turns out that when I threw the helmet, it knocked down the nest right on top of my package which has now become a part of their new home. I also found out I’m allergic to hornets after one crawled under my jacket and stung me directly on my nipple. None of this has changed how I feel about Power Trip though. The song got over a million listens on Spotify for a damn reason.

Score: 5/5 EpiPens.

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Review: Kevin Smith’s He-Man Is Faithful Except for All the Characters Wearing Hockey Jerseys and Jorts

Posted on July 7, 2021 by Ian Yamamoto

Kevin Smith’s “Masters of the Universe: Revelation” is a faithful continuation of 1983’s “He-Man,” chock full of the colorful villains and heroes we all know and love from the original series. However, “Revelation” features one small, but crucial change: For some reason, all the characters are dressed in NHL jerseys and jean shorts, and talk endlessly about “Star Wars” and eating ass.

Smith’s “New JersEternia” universe in which this show resides takes inspiration from its source material, but at the same time is very much infused with Smith’s DNA. Castle Greyskull still exists but is now shaped like a convenience store. In the review episode, the main characters hang out inside and talk about magic, Wayne Gretzky, and CW’s “The Flash” for 10 minutes before anything resembling a storyline begins.

When Skeletor and his crew finally show up, it seems that the show has been gearing up for a huge battle, but instead the heroes and villains trade quips about sucking dick for another 10 minutes before smoking a bowl together. Then they fight for 2 minutes. After defeating Skeletor, Prince Adam makes a bong out of The Lord of Destruction’s skull and starts ripping tubes. Skeletor gets high off it somehow, and then they have a meta conversation about superhero/supervillain dichotomy for the remainder of the episode. Maybe it was a bit talk-heavy and meandering, but hey, what Smith script isn’t?

Drug use and penises aren’t the only things that made their way from the View Askewniverse to New JersEternia, with Smith’s frequent co-star Jason Mewes also appearing. Mewes plays Stinkor, a skunk-man whose powers involve smelling really bad. It’s unclear whether the smell is caused by the JersEternian equivalent of weed or if this is yet another Mewes character that seems like he doesn’t bathe. I for one am looking forward to the fleshing out of this character and why he smells.

All in all, this was a strong pilot episode from Smith. Prince Adam’s costume of a portly man in a Devils jersey with a pair of JNCO jean shorts was confusing at first, and Skeletor is clearly inspired by Smith’s nemesis Bruce Willis, but the jokes about farting during butt play made me laugh. Not as good as “Clerks” or “Dogma,” but likely better than the rest of his movies.

4 out of 5 Dick-Shaped He-Man Swords

Sex Museum in Japan Entirely Pixelated

Posted on July 7, 2021 by Ken Taro

TOKYO — The Seikoi Museum of Sex in Kabuki-cho, the red-light district of Japan’s capital, opened its doors for the first time earlier this week in accordance with Article 175 of the Criminal Code of Japan, which requires genitalia to be censored in pornography.

“Factions of the government deemed the sex organs obscene in the 1800s to appease the first conservative visitors from the West. Today, we are unveiling new and exciting ways to disguise those naughty bits, such as transposing digital mosaics of Hello Kitty over the pubic area,” bragged museum director Takeshi Sasaki. “Penises are not allowed to be depicted in their full glory like they were in shunga paintings from the past, which ironically over-emphasized the genitals. These days, tentacles have replaced them in many situations to bypass the laws. As you may have noticed, the benches in here are octopus tentacles so that people can avoid sitting on exhibits they can’t see, such as our giant Pocky sticks covered in pubic hair.”

As guests poured in, everything below their beltlines was automatically pixelated to fit in with the theme.

“I love how immersive the experience is,” mused Maik Freytag, a German tourist. “Anyone standing next to each other look like they could be fucking simply because of the complementary genital censorship. Sex culture in my country is also famous worldwide, and nudity isn’t seen as a big deal. The attitude of our explicit porn is known as ‘ichzeigdirmeinewenndumirdeinezeigst,’ which roughly translates to ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ However, I am enjoying the secretive nature found here, so I will be visiting the gift shop to buy pixelated condoms in the hopes that I can mimic the life of a Japanese porn star at home.”

Legendary porn actress Sakura, a Hungarian immigrant who moved to the country to exploit the rising number of Japanese men who fetishize white women, served as the guest of honor at the museum opening.

“I never knew I could ever be considered exotic, but here I am,” explained Sakura. “It’s funny because people can’t even see half of my body here. I’m getting paid the money I would normally make filming 10 movies just to dry hump this 7-foot-tall Pikachu doll for a few hours. I wish all of my gigs were this easy.”

Sasaki hypothesized that the venue’s interactive, 3D bukkake simulator would be the most popular exhibit.

Why It’s so Hard To Make Friends as an Adult When You Don’t Try Whatsoever

Posted on July 7, 2021 by Bobby Korec

Let’s be honest, making new friends after the age of 22 is nearly impossible. I would know. I haven’t made a single new one since being in school, when friendships came out of thin air. Come to think of it, all my friendships up to this point just sort of happened. Damn, why is it so hard to make friends as an adult when you don’t try at all?

And it’s not like I’m not doing just anything. I’m not doing a TON. I sit back, keep to myself, and hardly participate in organized events and meetups. Just like during my youth. So what exactly am I doing wrong here? They should make it easier to acquire friendships as an adult. Or at least they should publish some sort of manual I can buy and never read.

One of the reasons it’s so hard to make friends as an adult when you don’t try at all is because other people aren’t putting in the time anymore. I get that we’re all adults and we’re busy now, but would it kill someone to make the first move and ask me if I want to go jet skiing on their personal jet skis this weekend?

It’s also pretty clear that adults feel they need to be wooed like a southern debutante before they can take the plunge into adult companionship. What am I supposed to even do, anyway? Invite my coworkers to get gussied up and head down to the ol’ Society of Martha Washington Colonial Pageant and Ball? Well, I actually did try that once and they got all weird.

And let’s not forget that it’s also way easier to make enemies as an adult when you don’t try whatsoever. Hell, half the time those enemies are the same people you tried to make your friends. I don’t understand the logic behind that, but I can tell you firsthand that it’s just the way adulthood works.

Grammy-nominated metal giants Power Trip were part of a new breed of bands that pushed the limits of the genre. This song was originally part of an Adult Swim singles series that quickly became a fan favorite, racking up over one million streams faster than any other song in the band’s catalog.

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