NINE INCH .. FUCKING NAILS was every bit as awesome as I expected them to be. Having been a fan since Pretty Hate Machine (1992), it was a nice bit of closure to have finally seen them perform live in thirteen years.
Opening band, Death From Above 1979 was so-so, Queens of the Stone Age seemed a bit lackluster. But NIN? I was tempted to put an empty cup over my crotch to hide the huge erection I was trying to control. But I thought, fuck it, and I sat there, for two gloriously short hours listening to thirteen years of NIN with a large penis poking into my left eye.
God I wish it went on all night. Donald Rivers happilly assisted me in dumping a cup of beer onto Jerry's leg. I dont think giving a manly hug to a friend in the seat across from you while holding a beer, is a good idea. The idea is to do the quick head nod and go "sup", I must learn to control these homoerotic urges in times of drunken debauchery.
Terrible Lie was the highlight of the night. Now thats a fucking classic.
trent looking particulary morose
Look at that fat corporate douchebag. I hate him with every fiber of my being :)
In other stories, check out the amusing ancedotes of the AMAZING FleshLight product. Basically its a fake vagina disguised as a flashlight, yes, this is for those of you who are extremely bored. Still, hearing guys give a page long review of a hunk of rubber is fascinating in a surreal kind of way.
"I happily received my new "Fleshlight" this past Tuesday. Upon arriving home I opened the package with great anticipation"
For the record, I found the site by clicking on an ad on this page here. No, I do not personally need or want a FleshLight(tm), as I am perfectly content to simply continue on with my self-imposed vow of celibracy. Besides, nothing beats the touch of an under-inflated latex doll.
Adios.
