Desecrate and Eliminate

Looking at my account settings on Facebook, I contemplated deactivating my account. Well, you know, because Facebook is generally depressing for me.

And after some epic LJ dramaz that I've been privileged enough to troll, I chuckled at the sight of this:

I just love how it's listed first, as if it were the most common reason for deactivation. And since when was Facebook ever supposed to be useful? If there are three things that are cheap and abundant on the internet, its opinions that no one asked for, horny men with weird fetishes and useless fucking websites. Its just the law. I can be so bitter and evil sometimes. But then again, I don't give a fuck. Its an essential trait to carry as a corporate media whore, or in my case, an aspirant corporate media whore. (I'll sell out for $7 and a Coke Zero! And sell you out for less!) You have to be when you're attempting to launch your full scale invasion onto everyone's monitors for those three brief seconds while they attempt to find a picture with their own face in it. It's called "exposure."

I swear, if you aren't prepared to disclose yourself as openly as you would in "real life" and roll with the resultant backlash, then don't do it on the internet. The internet is three times as worthless and five times as pointless as "IRL" dramaz. (I would know, I've survived about three or four of them myself. For the most trivial of fucking reasons. Some dear readers may remember them.) But when you're not directly involved, boy howdy, they can be damn fun! Next time you're being trolled/tried via blog, call up the person and ask them what their beef is. They'll usually back down and apologize. That is also very fun.

A Tripartite Travelogue

1. Never watch Casshern. It is the most convoluted, plotless and obfuscatory movie I've ever half watched. I had to get up and walk away because it made so little sense. Thanks to Rae and Kris for this weekends' short escape from reality. Souvlaki Pizza is so win.

2. Snuff Box is just like a fine wine - it just gets better with age. I can't be in love if its plastic. To live on my own just seems tragic. I'll raise myself high when my day comes. You thought it was gold but it was bronze...just like Australia at the Olympics. Someone, please test Phelps.

3. This one is thanks to Ace. The dude in the video also shares the same name with my mate Shai, unless he was bullshitting. Enjoy!

No Longer Ronin

"I'm in ur countreez, promoting r albumz"

Crushtor's Grand Trivium Interview
So. I arrive at the very swanky Vibe Hotel on the corner of Little Collins and Spencer to be confronted by a sandy-blonde Scottish man with square glasses and a gossamer smooth smile. "I'm here to interview Corey, from Trivium," I reply. "Do you know who I'm meant to talk to? "Me," he courteously replies. "I'm Bob from Roadrunner. The band is running late because of the bloody plane. Here, take a seat and we'll get everything ready." Then I get escorted to Corey's room to have a chat about their new album and his thoughts on the Trivium Interpretation Videos on YouTube. (Read the interview in September!) Then once I finish, Janine from Roadrunner invited me to the Roadrunner Preview party in Brunswick that night. An offer I just could not refuse. Rock.


Hob-nobbing it with industry types and accidentally hurting Matt Heafy's feelings (because I had seen more of Japan than him, as it turns out) was a pleasure that could only be experienced. It also turned out that I knew a few of the people there, having only having meeting them for the face to face for the first time. Drinking music label provided sake and Japanese beer amid rock stars (I even got to be in the group photo) is just too surreal and too awesome for words. I could get very, very used to this.